Thereâs no hiding from sizzling chemistryâ¦
Artist Isabelle West has good reasons for preferring a solitary life. Tucked away in a cabin in the woods, she has everything she needsâ¦except a red-hot love life. That is, until a hard-bodied US marshal threatens to unearth secrets sheâs spent years protecting. But giving in to the sparks flying between them can only lead to one thingâ¦disaster.
Tom Duncan lives by the letter of the law. But no one has tempted himâor confused himâmore than free-spirited Isabelle, who arouses his suspicion and his desire. As their connection grows, and their nights get hotter, they find their wild attraction might shake everything he stands forâand expose everything she has to hide.
Bonus Novella!
For your enjoyment, weâve added in this volume Fanning the Flames, a Girlsâ Night Out story by Victoria Dahl!
Praise for the novels of USA TODAY
bestselling author
VICTORIA
DAHL
âWonderfully unconventional and deliciously sultryâ¦among [Dahlâs] hottest to date.â
âRT Book Reviews on Looking for Trouble
âDahl brings her signature potent blend of heated eroticism and emotional punch to another Jackson Hole cowboy story, to great success.â
âKirkus Reviews on So Tough to Tame
âSo Tough to Tame was a delicious, funny, warm-hearted read⦠Obviously I highly recommend this book. Itâs like a comfort read with a dose of sass and smarts; itâs just about perfect.â
âSmart Bitches, Trashy Books
âDahl adds her signature hot sex scenes and quirky characters to this lively mix of romance in the high country.â
âBooklist on Too Hot to Handle
âVictoria Dahl never fails to bring the heat.â
âRT Book Reviews on Too Hot to Handle
âHits the emotional high notes. Rising romance star Dahl delivers with this sizzling contemporary romance.â
âKirkus Reviews on Close Enough to Touch
âThis is one hot romance.â
âRT Book Reviews on Good Girls Donât
âA hot and funny story about a woman many of us can relate to.â
âSalon.com on Crazy for Love
â[A] hands-down winner, a sensual story filled with memorable characters.â
âBooklist on Start Me Up
âSassy and smokingly sexy, Talk Me Down is one delicious joyride of a book.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Connie Brockway
CHAPTER ONE
ISABELLE WEST EDGED her SUV up the steep driveway and winced as she heard a grocery bag tip over. She tried to identify the dull rolling sound that followed. Probably the cantaloupe. But maybe just a can of soup. Itâd be a little surprise for her when she opened the hatch and saw what sprang out and tumbled through the snow toward the trees.
She was getting tired of that particular surprise and promised herself sheâd order the cargo net as soon as she got inside. Sheâd been meaning to do it for...maybe two years now. But today sheâd remember. She was trying to teach herself to be proactive. Or at least to manage the small things that every other adult seemed to have no problem with.
As she rounded the last curve of the drive and spied her little cabin, she wrinkled her nose. Not because of the cabin. She loved that. It was perfect for her in every way with its dark log walls and big windows and front porch. What made her wince was the sight of the manual garage door past the haze of snow sifting from the sky, a reminder that sheâd also been meaning to call about getting a garage-door opener installed. That one had been on her mental to-do list for at least four years. Definitely not five.
âIâll do that, too,â she said to herself as she pulled close to the garage door and tugged up the hood of her coat. âAs a matter of fact...â She dug her phone from her pocket and held down the button. âPhone, remind me to order a cargo net and call a garage guy.â
The phone beeped and said, âIâm sorryâI didnât catch that.â
Gritting her teeth, Isabelle hit the button again. âRemind me to buy a cargo net and call the garage guy.â
âIâm sorryâdid you need me to find a mechanic?â
âFuck you,â Isabelle growled. She ducked out of her car, thankful that the giant, wet flakes of this morning had given way to the dry Wyoming snow she was more used to. The snow sounded like sand as it bounced off her jacket and slid to the ground.
She wrenched up the garage door and got back to her car without getting wet at all. But she couldnât say the same about her cantaloupe. As soon as she opened the gate of her SUV, it rolled past her outstretched hand and straight into a snowbank.