7 PM PST.
Garrett Saunders' world changed two
years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he
struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the
slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including
Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather
and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly
former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will
board Garrett's rescue horse and he'll help with repairs around her farm.
Garrett finds purpose working with Blair—and falls in love with her. But she's hiding a secret. Can she forgive herself and accept Garrett's love, or will she let guilt and regret continue to rule her life?
what would you like to do? In your heart of hearts, what would you really like
to do with your life?”
was slow in responding. For a long time, he pushed gravel around with his rake,
until Blair thought he wasn’t going to answer her question. With a sigh, she
started working again, almost missing his soft-spoken words.
always thought after my military career was over, I’d come back to civilian
life and begin a career in policing or firefighting.”
both sound like good options. So why haven’t you applied to some police forces
or fire departments?”
anger in his eyes took her breath away. “Are you deliberately trying to be
stepped back, shocked by his words. “No, of course not! What are you talking
not exactly a prime candidate for either the police force or the fire
would you say that?” Was he worried about his drinking as well? Did he think
he’d be unable to handle the rigors of policing or firefighting because of it?
tilted his head. “You don’t know, do you?”
bent at the waist and rolled up his right pant leg till it was above his knee,
revealing a device made of metal and plastic where flesh and bone should have
been. He rose to his full height and looked her straight in the eye, as if
daring her to pity him.
you can see, I’d have a tough time acing the physical.”
wanted to cry. She wanted to run into Garrett’s arms and hold him forever, to
make all the hurt go away. She wanted to scream and yell and rail against war
and all the stupidity and intolerance in the world.
Garrett wouldn’t appreciate her tears, and crying wouldn’t solve anything.
she sucked them back and raised her gaze to his, willing her chin not to
hope you’re not going to use your leg, or lack thereof, as an excuse to get out
of work. There’s still plenty to be done here.”
rolled his pant leg over his prosthesis once more, straightened and grinned at
wouldn’t dream of it.”
Blair managed to smile back at him. “Good answer.”\
live with one more lie. He can’t tell the truth.
Lindquist is convinced she’s found the answer to her financial prayers. Unless
she pours cash into crumbling Solace Lake Lodge, she’ll lose her family’s
legacy. Her would-be savior arrives in the middle of a Minnesota blizzard and
she’s determined to prove to her reluctant, and trapped, financier the lodge is
a sound investment. But Harper isn’t completely honest with him. And she has no
idea the lake is hiding secrets of its own.
Ethan James is a liar, but his money is very real. He isn’t convinced a broken-down inn is a smart investment opportunity. But the more he understands Harper’s dreams and desires, the more he wants to be the man to make them come true. The trauma in both their pasts means neither can fully trust the other. They must find the courage to love, to trust, and to accept, or yesterday’s sorrows will keep them apart.
As she stared into
his dark eyes, she realized how much she trusted him, and relied on him. That
was something rare for her. The only people she trusted as much were her
I’m in love with
The thought blasted
through her brain with the force of a tsunami. The tension of the last few
weeks, the insecurity, the mistrust, the fear, slipped easily from her
shoulders. For the first time, her mind was clear. She was in love with Ethan
and she didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted him. She wanted him to be her
first, her last.
Finding courage, she
didn’t know she possessed, Harper slid off the stool and walked around the island.
She plucked the wine glass from his hand and set it on the counter, then placed
his hand on her breast. “Make love with me, Ethan.”
A fire lit in his
eyes, telling her he wanted her, too. But there was a question there, a
hesitation. “Are you sure?”
She’d never been
more sure of anything in her life. “Yes.”
“Shhh. Let’s not
talk anymore.” She placed one finger over his lips, then stood on her tiptoes
and kissed him.
Ethan’s reaction was
lightning swift. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, his
mouth descending on hers in a wild, warm kiss. Their tongues tangled, slid over
each other. She’d missed his touch, his taste. She moaned, and in the sound,
she heard thirty-two years of longing.
For this. For him.