Legacy of Lies
Hell's
Valley #1
By Jillian
David
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Genre: Western Paranormal Romance
Garrison Taggart doesn’t have time to deal with
touchy-feely junk like “trust issues” or “feelings.” His dad’s health is waning
and the family’s Wyoming ranch is being sabotaged. Too bad his supernatural
ability to tell when someone is lying has been exactly zero help in ferreting
out the betrayer so far. So, when sweet schoolteacher Sara Lopez raises
concerns about his son being bullied, who can blame a guy for getting a little
testy?
The last thing Sara needs is any more attention or gossip after her recent breakup with big-shot rancher Hank Brand. So her attraction to surly but sexy Garrison, Hank’s rival, is entirely unwanted. When she uncovers an insane plot to kidnap the Taggart boy and throws herself in harm’s way to protect him, Garrison must risk his deepest secret and his own life to save the people he cares for the most. But will his heroics cost him everything?
The last thing Sara needs is any more attention or gossip after her recent breakup with big-shot rancher Hank Brand. So her attraction to surly but sexy Garrison, Hank’s rival, is entirely unwanted. When she uncovers an insane plot to kidnap the Taggart boy and throws herself in harm’s way to protect him, Garrison must risk his deepest secret and his own life to save the people he cares for the most. But will his heroics cost him everything?
But she couldn’t
ignore the new hand that caught the door right before it closed. Big, square
fingers with trimmed, work-roughened nails blanched as they gripped the metal.
A flannel sleeve encased a thick wrist dusted with reddish hair. Sinews flexed
as he pushed open the door.
Hail Mary ... yum.
He crossed the worn
linoleum floor in three strides, bringing with him scents of horses, hay,
leather, and hardworking male. She inhaled, triggering fond memories of
watching rodeo competitions featuring a certain steer roper.
Too bad her pleasant
thoughts didn’t jibe with the scowling man standing next to the chair.
Keep it
professional. Stay cool. You can do this.
Sara wiped damp
palms on her black slacks and stuck out her hand.
“Mr. Taggart, I’m glad you
were able to take time to meet about Zach.”
His strong hand
wrapped around hers.
Rough skin against
soft. His ruddy, weathered skin against her light olive tone. Opposites all
around, but damned if their hands didn’t look perfect together.
Garrison Taggart was
anything but old. He must be, what, a few years past thirty now? Other than
some weatherworn fine lines around his eyes, nothing else about his fit
physique indicated he was anything but in the prime of his life.
When a twinkle lit
the gold flecks in his eyes, her neck warmed up. Her thick hair, worn down
today, had been a bad idea, if the heat building up at the nape of her neck was
any indication.
He relaxed into the
seat across the desk from her. The chair next to him remained conspicuously
empty. When he rested a dusty-booted ankle on his knee and balanced his Stetson
on his solid thigh, she sighed and made a superhuman effort not to stare at the
taut denim covering his ...
Wow, she needed to
stick with the parent-teacher routine and ignore how the guy made her ovaries
tremble with excitement.
Jillian David lives
near the end of the Earth with her nut of a husband and two bossy cats. To
escape the sometimes-stressful world of the rural physician, she writes while
on call and in her free time. She enjoys taking realistic settings and adding a
twist of “what if.” Running or hiking on local trails often promotes plot
development.
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