What if he couldnât keep her safe on his ranch?
His hand lingered against her cheek, his touch warm and firm, full of strength tempered by gentle concern.
âIt felt real,â she said, tears stinging her eyes. Sheâd felt the manâs anger. His hate.
âNobodyâs out there,â Riley assured her, pushing her wet hair out of her face.
Her breath hitched, catching somewhere in the middle of her chest.
She gazed up into his shadowed eyes, where something glittered, fierce and white-hot, stealing the air from her lungs. His fingers tangled in the hair at her temples, trapping her.
He was going to kiss her. And she was going to let him. Right now she needed comfort, she needed something good to wipe out what sheâd been through, if only for a short time.
As she rose to meet him, his mouth descended, hard and hungry against hers.
She needed Riley.
For my brother Dennis, who taught me how to fish, and whose wild imagination always sparked my own.
Alabama native Paula Graves wrote her first book, a mystery starring herself and her neighborhood friends, at the age of six. A voracious reader, Paula loves books that pair tantalizing mystery with compelling romance. When sheâs not reading or writing, she works as a creative director for a Birmingham advertising agency and spends time with her family and friends. She is a member of Southern Magic Romance Writers, Heart of Dixie Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.
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Hannah CooperâAfter barely escaping a roadside attack, the fishing camp guide puts her vacation on hold and her life on the line to help a driven Wyoming lawman catch an elusive killer. But will she risk her heart on the widowed cowboy, as well?
Riley PattersonâSince his wife, Emily, was murdered three years earlier, the Wyoming cop has been obsessed with finding her killer. Hannah could be the key to solving the caseâand breaking down his barriers.
Jack DrummondâRileyâs brother-in-law is back in town for the first time since his sisterâs funeral. Will his new friendship with Hannah get in the way of Rileyâs investigation?
Jim TannerâThe Teton County sheriff wants Hannah to be the bait in a trap to catch the killer. Is he putting her in danger without calculating the risks?
Joe GarrisonâRileyâs boss and best friend understands Rileyâs driving need for justice. He needs to keep his friend from crossing the line in his hunt for the killer.
Ken LassiterâHannahâs fishing client seems like an ordinary guy. But should she trust anyone while a killer is on the loose?
Aaron CooperâWhen a Wyoming cop shows up in Alabama, warning him that his little sister is in trouble, the deputy sheriff springs into action.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
The flashing blue light in the rearview mirror came out of nowhere, cutting through the cool shadows of the waning afternoon. Hannah Cooper glanced at the rental carâs speedometer needle, which hovered just under sixty. The speed limit was sixty-five on this stretch of Wyomingâs Highway 287, so she wasnât speeding.
Maybe he just wanted her to move aside to make it easier to pass her on the two-lane highway. She edged the Pontiac toward the narrow shoulder, but the car behind her slowed as well, making no attempt to go around her. The driver waved out the window for her to pull all the way over.
Damn it. She released a slow breath and looked for somewhere to pull to the side. The highway shoulder barely existed on this stretch of winding road, the grassy edge rising quickly to meet the dense stand of pines lining the highway. Hannah spotted a widening of the shoulder a few yards ahead. She slowed and pulled over, cutting the engine.
Tamping down a nervous flutter in her belly, she lowered the window with one hand while pulling her wallet from her purse with the other. Outside the window, footsteps approached. She turned to face the lawman. âIs something wrong?â
She got a brief glimpse of weathered jeans and a shiny silver belt buckle before the manâs handâsnugly tucked into latex glovesâwhipped up into the window and sprayed something wet and stinging in her face.
Her gasp of surprise drew a spray of fiery heat into her mouth and throat, and her eyes slammed closed, acid tears seeping from between her lids. Pepper spray, she realized, gagging as fire filled her lungs with every wheezing breath. Coughing, she tried to reorient herself in a world turned upside down.
She felt a rough hand on the back of her neck, pushing her forward toward the steering wheel with a sharp thrust. She threw herself sideways, avoiding all but a glancing blow of her cheekbone against the steering wheel. The shock of pain faded quickly compared to the lingering agony of the pepper spray. Panic rose as she felt the manâs hand groping for her again.