The wild west awaits...
Any other socialite would view being packed off to a remote Oregon ranch as a punishment. But Gracelyn Riley knows that this is her opportunity to become a real reporter. If she can make her name through an interview with the elusive hero known as Striker, then sheâll never have to depend on anyone ever again.
Rancher Trevor Cruz canât believe his secret identity is being endangered by an overly chatty city girl. But if thereâs one thing he knows, itâs that Gracieâs pretty little snooping nose is bound to get her in trouble. So heâll use her determination to find âStrikerâ to keep an eye on herâ¦and stick close by her side.
âMr. Cruz, it is coincidental weâre heading the same way. Donât you find it strange?â
âWhat I find strange, Miss Riley, is that you were able to keep your mouth closed for more than a minute.â
âI donât think it necessary to be so negative. You donât need to address me as miss. You may use my Christian name. Mr. Cruz?â
âGracie, Iâve been traveling all day. Youâre a nice girl, but Iâm tired. I donât want to talk.â
âOh.â Gracie swallowed. âMy apologies.â A nice girl indeed.
She was more than a girlâshe was a woman. A capable, independent woman who didnât need to rely on her parents or some unwanted fiancé for survival. And sheâd prove it. She would find Striker and write an amazing article so the Womenâs Liberator would hire her as an investigative reporter. Then sheâd tell Striker what she thought of him.
A man should know when a woman fell madly in love with him.
JESSICA NELSON
In keeping with her romantic inclinations, Jessica Nelson married two days after she graduated high school. She believes romance happens every day and thinks the greatest, most intense romance comes from a God who woos people to himself with passionate tenderness. When Jessica is not chasing her three beautiful, wild little boys around the living room, she can be found staring into space as she plots her next story. Or she might be daydreaming about a raspberry mocha from Starbucks. Or thinking about what kind of chocolate she should have for dinner that night. She could be thinking of any number of things, really. One thing is for certain, she is blessed with a wonderful family and a lovely life.
And ye shall seek me, and find me,
when ye shall search for me with all your heart. âJeremiah 29:13
Many thanks to my awesome family and friends, who have supported and encouraged me from the moment they found out I wanted to write books for a living.
I am in deep gratitude to those who have helped refined my writing skills while encouraging me to keep growing. These wonderful ladies have read my awkward sentences, plot holes and mean characters yet still managed to make me feel like my stories were important. Huge thanks to my Friday Crit Group: Linda Glaz, Camille Eide, Emily Hendrickson, Cheryl Linn Martin and Karla Akins. You girls rock!
Love to Anita Howard, my POM, a fabulous author who has read everything I ever wrote and still says Iâm a good writer.
Big thanks to my blogger pals Eileen Watson and Terri Tiffany. Their advice for this story was invaluable to me.
To my agent, Les Stobbe, who is knowledgeable, supportive and always available to answer my many questions.
Iâd like to give a heartfelt thank you to my editor, Emily Rodmell, for liking my manuscript enough to make me a published author!
The biggest thanks to Jesus, who put this love of writing in my heart. Heâs awesome!
Chapter One
Harney County, Oregon, 1918
Obsession was the way in which madness lay.
Despite that annoying truth, Gracelyn Riley couldnât stop scanning the train platform for Special Agent Striker as she disembarked. People bustled everywhere, stirring up dust. Nearby, a mother held her toddler close while passengers crowded around her. Boards groaned and voices rose as people scattered, looking for their luggage and rides.
The whistle shrieked a warning to those lagging on the platform. The train had stopped briefly at this desolate Oregon county station before continuing on to California.
Gracie had hesitated traveling to this vast and untamed land until sheâd learned Special Agent Striker lived here. He was the only reason she could endure going to a place as dreary as this. Though her parents considered traveling alone unsafe, even in these modern days, the threat of influenza loomed larger than their worries and prompted them to send their only daughter west. Had the fear of grippe not been so severe, her parents would surely still have her strapped to their sides.