Colton's Fugitive Family
Will the Groom Killer finally be caught?It’s time for him to face justiceOn the run since her ex-fiancé's murder, Demi Colton risks everything to protect herself – and her newborn son. But now Demi's heart comes under fire when Lucas Gage, a fellow bounty hunter, steps in to prove her innocence. Can they snare the real culprit?
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Will the deadly Groom Killer finally be caught?
The final chapter of The Coltons of Red Ridge
On the run since her ex-fiancéâs murder, Demi Colton risks everything to protect herselfâand her newborn son. But now Demiâs heart comes under fire when Lucas Gage, a fellow bounty hunter, steps in to prove her innocence. Can they snare the real culprit while outmaneuvering death at every turn?
Two-time RITA® Award nominee and Golden Quill award winner JENNIFER MOREY writes single-title contemporary romance and page-turning romantic suspense. She has a geology degree and has managed export programs in compliance with the International Traffic in Arms Regulations (ITAR) for the aerospace industry. She lives at the foot of the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado, and loves to hear from readers through her website, jennifermorey.com, or Facebook.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07960-0
COLTONâS FUGITIVE FAMILY
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To Harley. May his fight for life prevail.
Contents
White Christmas lights twinkled in the otherwise dimly lit log cabin; a fire crackled; Itâs a Wonderful Life played on a DVD. Demetria âDemiâ Colton hung the last ornament sheâd picked up in town. Stepping back, she admired the end result. She folded her arms and smiled, feeling a welcome upturn of the corners of her lips.
Perfect.
Teal, magenta, blue and lime-green round ornaments mixed with other fun, animated character ornaments and sparkly sprigs of blue-colored berries. Sheâd wondered if the end result would be too gaudy but the tree looked beautiful. Sheâd put it in the corner of the living room, flanked by windows. Only she and Wolf would enjoy viewing the lights from outsideâhopefully. She didnât want company.
She had worried she wouldnât be able to have a tree this year, but sheâd come up with a disguise so she could go into the little town not far from here. Sheâd changed the color of her hair from red to black and cut it into a pixie almost a year ago, when sheâd first gone on the run. A brown wig, black-rimmed glasses and hippie-themed clothes were diametrically different from how she had dressed before. Working as an independent bounty hunter she had worn practical clothesâclean, neat and tidyâbut she also liked to dress up and go out. She did not turn away from a Little Black Dress when the occasion fit.
Thinking she heard something outside, Demi moved to the front window and parted the heavy drapes that reached the floor. She saw nothing other than darkness beyond the porch lights. On one side of the cabin the front entry jutted out farther than the living area inside, one thing she really liked about the place. There was room to remove winter clothes, put shoes under the white bench and hang jackets on hooks above. Sheâd bought a no-slip multicolored rug to put over the wood floor.
