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âPatricia Potter is a master storyteller, a powerful weaver of romantic tales.â
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âPat Potter writes romantic adventure like nobody else.â
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âPatricia Potter looks deeply into the human soul and finds the best and brightest in each character. This is what romance is all about.â
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âOne of the romance genreâs finest talents.â
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âPat Potter proves herself a gifted writer-as-artisan, creating a rich fabric of strong characters whose wit and intelligence will enthrall even as their adventures entertain.â
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Dear Reader,
Iâm overjoyed to return to my Western roots after visits to other historical venues and romantic suspense. And when I was offered a chance to write for Harlequin Blaze, well, how could I resist?
My hero and heroine, Jared and Samantha, have long haunted me. In truth, they have been demanding my attention for nearly eight years. Iâve ignored them until now, promising them their day. And this is it.
Sam and Jared are one of the strongest pairs Iâve ever brought to life. Sheâs the adopted daughter of an outlaw she dearly loves, and Jared is a marshal with a personal vendetta against that same outlaw.
Samantha will do anything, including shooting Jared, to save the man who protected her for most of her life. Jared will do anything to hang the man he believes responsible for the murder of someone dear to him, even if it means breaking the heart of a woman heâs coming to love.
Donât miss the fireworks!
Patricia Potter
Colorado Territory
January, 1866
GUILT WEIGHED like an anvil on his heart.
He should have insisted that Emma wait until he could accompany her from Kansas to Denver. He should have been with her.
Now she was dead, and he was responsible.
Just like before.
âYou know her, Marshal?â
Jared Evans heard the question but didnât answer. Instead he picked up the body of the young woman from the inside of the coach and carried her into the office he sometimes shared with Denverâs sheriff. He wanted her away from the prying eyes of curious onlookers.
He gently laid her down on the bench and knelt beside her, choking off the growl that started deep in his chest.
Emma. Pretty, smart Emma lay still, her dress stained with blood from a gunshot to the heart. Sheâd been all he had left of his wife, Sarah, whoâd also died from an outlawâs bullet three years earlier. Sisters.
She looked so much like Sarah. The same soft, pretty features and golden hair and blue eyes.
Jared hadnât seen her since heâd returned after the war, only to find his wife, young daughter and brother dead, killed months earlier by Quantrillâs bloody murderers. Emma had taken him to the graves. Watched as heâd knelt down and howled in grief.
Emma was engaged then, and heâd left to track down the men whoâd killed his familyâ¦.
He closed his eyes. Sarahâs face replaced Emmaâs in his mindâs eye.
âMarshal?â
He turned around.
âYou know her, Marshal?â The driver, whoâd followed them inside, asked again.
He nodded.
âWasnât no need to kill her,â the driver said. âWasnât no need for anyone to git killed. I stopped. But one of them bushwhackers tried to kiss her after he took her purse, and she bit him. He just plain shot her, then turned the gun on me. I dropped when it hit my shoulder. Heard someone use the name Thornton.â
Thornton. He knew the name. Knew it too damned well. Heâd been chasing the Thornton gang for more than eight months. Confederates who didnât know the damn war was over. Been robbing mostly military payrolls all over the territory. The jobs had been meticulously planned.
No one had been killed until now.
He touched Emmaâs hair and closed her eyes. Rage and a terrible grief warred in his heart. For the second time in his life, he was too late to save someone close to his heart. âIâll get them for you,â he said to her. âIf itâs the last thing I ever do, every one of them will hang.â