A cowboy cop tracks down a perilous passion in New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidyâs explosive new thriller!
For Cassie Peterson, finding out her new ranch was the site of a cold case is horrifying. But now one of her cowboys has been murdered, just like the previous victims! Cassie will do whatever it takes to help Chief of Police Dillon Bowie find the killer, but will getting close to the handsome lawman put more than her home at risk?
Dillonâs been working hard to crack the original caseâand keep feisty Cassie out of his thoughts. But when disturbing new clues prove the murderer is obsessed with Cassie, Dillon will tempt fate to guard the beauty and solve a terrifying mystery.
Dillon didnât plan it, but before he knew it, Cassie was in his arms.
As she raised her face he captured her lips with his. She tasted of chocolate and raspberry and white-hot desire, and her body was invitingly warm against his.
She curled into him as if wanting to be as close as possible. Dillon reached a hand up. He stroked it through her springy soft hair and deepened the kiss.
He finally tore his mouth from hers and peered down at her. âWas that a mistake?â she asked as she raised a finger to her lower lip.
âProbably,â he replied. âThereâs something about you that makes me want moreâ¦â
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Chapter 1
An elephant stood on Cassie Petersonâs head. Boom. Boom. Boom. No, not standing. The darned behemoth was happily dancing on her skull, shooting out excruciating pain with each two-step.
She closed her gaping mouth and frowned at the nasty taste. Apparently, a carnival had also set up camp there and left behind a fuzzy tongue and the lingering taste of apple cider.
She cracked open an eyelid and groaned. No elephant in the bedroom. It was just a hangover from hell. How many glasses of Abe Breckenridgeâs famous apple cider had she drunk last night? And what on earth had he spiked it with?
Her headache continued to bang as she rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd suffered this kind of a hangover.
She also remembered very little of the last hour of the barn dance sheâd thrown the night before. Despite her head pain a small smile curved her lips.
The barn dance had been a rousing success. Nearly everyone who lived in the small town of Bitterroot, Oklahoma, had attended.
Besides the fancy Western wear, some of the attendees had gotten into the Halloween spirit and dressed in costumes. The Croakinâ Frogs band had provided the music and there had been plenty of eating, dancing and drinking.
Oh, sheâd danced and drunk way too much. She needed to get out of bed. She had a barn to get cleaned up, but before that she hoped a long, hot shower would make her feel at least halfway human again.
With a groan she rolled out of the bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and another low moan escaped her. Her curly blond hair was in tangles and mascara had moved from her lashes to form dark shadows beneath her eyes.
She looked like sheâd been ridden hard and put away wet. âYou wish,â she said ruefully to the reflection and then turned her back and started the water for a shower.
Thirty minutes later Cassie headed down the stairs, feeling only marginally more human. Clad in a pair of her favorite jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt, she almost felt ready to face the day, although her head still banged with a fury, and she swore she would never drink apple cider again.
The scent of coffee wafted in the air and she assumed the ranch foreman, Adam Benson, had come in and was waiting for her in the kitchen.
She stepped into the bright, airy room and halted at the sight of Halena Redwing seated at the table with a cup of coffee in hand.
The old Choctaw woman wore a floral caftan from Cassieâs closet and a cowboy hat and smiled with a knowing glint in her eyes. âYou look like a woman who had too good a time last night.â
Cassie moved over to the coffeepot and poured herself a cup and then joined Halena at the table. âIâm not sure my good time last night was worth my headache this morning.â