After a hectic first day, Sheriff Andrade invites Isabella for dinner.
Twelve hours into her first week as a sheriff’s deputy and already Isabella wants to crawl back into her bed at the in and just stay there for days.
The deep ache in her limbs from riding Marisol so far in such a short amount of time has yet to wear off and every time Isabella moves –or, hell, thinks about moving – her body makes sure that she remembers and regrets. She’s been following Alexandra all day around town, getting introduced to the people she’ll be protecting and locking up if it comes right down to it.Read More »
Isabella finds herself with a job, a home, and what might be a reason to stop running all in a very short time.
Note: This is the first story in a series.
Isabella rides into Temptation Valley in the early hours of the morning on the back of a bay mare that isn’t hers.
Sitting straight up in the saddle, Isabella doesn’t let any of the worry that she feels show on her face. She guides the mare forward with a quiet click of her tongue, directing the horse towards the biggest building on the town’s dusty main street – a building with a hand-painted sign at the front of it that says Temptation Valley Inn in faded paint.Read More »
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