Still angry over the death of the woman he loved, rancher Marshall Boyer wants nothing to do with women or love. But when the mysterious Emma drops into his life—barefoot, broke, and running scared—he can’t let her go.
Artist Emmaline Katz has a dangerous secret. After escaping a ruthless criminal who exploited her for years, her quest for freedom crashes to a halt in rural Montana. Out of money and options, she finds an unlikely haven with a handsome cowboy. But no matter how much she wants to believe his offer of protection, he doesn’t know the truth about her, her secret, or the man who will stop at nothing to get her back.
Time is running out. A cold-blooded killer has come to town, and Emma isn’t the only target.
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Nothing moved quickly in Absolution, Montana, which was just fine. No need to fix what wasn't broke. Yet, despite the town's inability to function at anything but a leisurely pace, there was still the occasional need to arrive when you said you would — something Marshall Boyer's brother never seemed to be able to accomplish no matter what the task.
"For a lawman, you sure have a terrible sense of time," Marshall grumped as he climbed into the passenger seat of the white pickup truck.
His brother, Danny, gunned the engine and cranked the wheel, spinning the back end around in the gravel. "You in that much hurry to move a piano?"
Marshall pulled his hat lower on his head, blocking the glare of the setting sun. "Not particularly."
Truth be told, he wasn't the least bit concerned. Old Esther Wilkin's piano would remain right where it was until they got there — be it tonight, tomorrow, or next week — with no bother as to when or why. But throwing jabs at his brother never required a schedule, and it was one of the few things that seemed to give Marshall any real sense of fun these days.
He leaned closer to the passenger window, letting the warm evening air tease his cheek. Backed by the distant mountains, a hawk glided in lazy, looping circles over the open field. The land beside him blurred by in a wash of colors, familiar sights he could describe with his eyes closed, their memories powered by the hundreds of times he'd followed the same series of turns over the potholed back roads toward town.
The ranch had been in the Boyer name since their adventurous great- great-great-granddaddy left the civilized east for the wild west. Every building on the property had been built with sweat and blood. Every inch had history. Every piece of furniture, a story. Just how a home should be.
If only it still felt that way.
He took a deep breath, using the scents of pine trees and meadow flowers to remind himself where he was. Even after being back for close to a year, there were still times when he expected to wake up to the stale, dead sights and rotting smells of the big city. A concrete jungle, they called it; a concrete cesspool was more like it. People and buildings piled on top of each other in a never-ending sea of colorless gray towers.
God, how he'd hated it there. But he'd done it for her. Michelle. He'd given up the home he loved for the woman he loved. Now one was dead and the other would never be the same.
"Dad wants me to find out if you're coming to the Stellars' barbecue next weekend," Danny said.
Marshall eyed the shrinking farmhouse through the side-view mirror, its outline barely visible through the cloud of gravel dust following them. He'd spent the better part of the day with his father in the north pasture removing a fallen tree and repairing the damage done to a section of fence line. The old man hadn't mentioned a thing about a barbecue.
"Didn't feel like asking me himself?"
"Said he didn't want you to think he was forcing you." Danny shifted his grip on the steering wheel. "Look, Marsh, he's just worried about you. You aren't exactly social these days."
Marshall glared at the passing tree line. "I'm fine."
"It's been a year. Just because she's dead doesn't mean you need to be."
One year, two months, and seventeen days to be exact.
Not that he was counting.
Memories of Michelle bubbled up, dragging all the unwanted emotions along with them. He stomped the uninvited feelings back into their grave. "There's nothing wrong with how I am," he snapped. "I'm perfectly happy."
After a lengthy pause, Danny shook his head. "Yeah, I can see that. All smiles and buttercups, you are. The epitome of cheeriness. I swear, if you were any happier, you'd break out in song."
Marshall glowered at his brother. "Fuck off."
Danny's boisterous laughter grated on Marshall's nerves with the level of annoyance only a younger brother could generate. The more Marshall tried to project his anger, the louder Danny hooted. It was annoying as hell.
The ability to disarm with a smile had been Danny's saving grace since they were kids. They caused just as much trouble as a duo, but Danny's part in the mess was always forgiven the moment he flashed his pearly whites and sweet-talked his way out of purgatory. Marshall had never been that lucky. Danny would get a pat on the head, and Marshall would get the long list of chores — punishment for whatever ill- begotten scheme he'd "dragged" his poor younger brother into. Never mattered that most of the time the shenanigans hadn't even been his idea to start with.
"So, can I tell Dad you'll be at the barbecue, then?" Danny asked once he'd managed to calm himself down to a snicker.
"I have a choice?"
"Fine. But no guarantee how long I'll stay."
"Afraid you might actually have a good time?"
"It's the same thing every year. Mrs. Doan will bring that marshmallow surprise no one eats. Mr. Humphrees will get drunk on 'shine and be throwing up before dinner. The Sharron twins will start a fight sometime during the dance, and sparks from the fireworks will light the hay bales on fire, ending the evening with a bang."
"You make it sound like a bad time."
"You attend one Stellar barbecue, you attend 'em all. Nothing in this town changes, and that's just fine with — "
"Shit!" Danny slammed on the brakes.
Marshall slapped his palm against the dash to counter the truck's abrupt deceleration.
The dust cloud following them swirled past, filling the cab with a gritty brown haze. The wind carried it off, revealing a path of destruction carved through the tall grass along the side of the road. Flattened plants and muddy tire tracks pointed an unmistakable trail straight through a gap in two freshly broken fences to a little blue car sitting crookedly in the riverbank muck at the bottom of the hill.
Beside the car stood a woman dressed so brightly she resembled a parrot. The crazy color scheme of purple pants, orange floral top, and a giant sunhat covered in daisies could only be the wild stylings of Mrs. Georgina Hackett, Absolution's oldest, and quite possibly craziest, resident.
"I thought she wasn't allowed to drive ..."
"She's not." Danny put the truck into park and reached for the radio mic sitting in the console. "Hey, Alice. Looks like Georgie Hackett got out of the home again. Whoever's car she borrowed is sitting in the creek at the bottom of Miller's Hill. Doesn't look like it's in too deep, though. Give Bobby a call, would ya? We'll need his tow. And call Sunset Retirement. If they're looking for Georgie, tell 'em we have her."
"Will do, Sheriff," the dispatcher answered.
Marshall joined his brother for the walk down to the riverbank.
Georgie lifted a bottle of bourbon from the trunk. She twisted the cap off, saluted them with the bottle, then took a big swig.
Danny gently relieved her of the alcohol and threaded the cap back on. "Evenin', Georgie. Everything all right?" He set the bottle back into the trunk.
"Well, if it isn't the Boyer boys." She straightened her hat and smiled widely. "How's your father? I haven't seen him since the bake sale last month."
"He's good, he's good," Danny answered. "How about you? That's quite the parking job you have here. Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. Be better if you'd give me back my bourbon, though." When he didn't comply, she flickered her gnarled fingers in a dismissive wave. "Keep it. I have more."
Marshall closed the driver's door and placed his hand on the still- warm hood. The car hadn't been here long. He leaned out over the murky creek to get a look at the front end. The bumper was puckered and gouged from plowing through the fence boards, and the grille — or what was left of it — was plastered in wet grass and weeds. "Car's quite a mess, Georgie. You sure you're okay?"
"I said I was fine," she said with a huff.
"Well, now, you did take out two fences." Danny pointed out the wide path of destruction running back up the hill.
She waggled her finger at him. "Now don't you start with me, Danny Boyer. You know damn well I'm a perfectly fine driver. Judge Farrington was just mad I beat his wife at bridge when he took my license."
Danny bobbed his head. "Be sure to tell him that when you explain how you ended up in the creek."
She waved at the top of the rise. "If you'd have seen him, you'd have done gone off the road, too. Just standing there in the middle like he owned the place. Antlers bigger than a house!"
"Deer?" Marshall asked.
Georgie bobbled her head back and forth. "Oh, heavens, no. A moose! I haven't seen a moose this close to town in years. Not since I was a little girl. Watched us go by like he was serving a Sunday sermon, he was! Had to swerve to avoid him, of course. Good thing Miller has two fences up or we might not have stopped in time."
"We?" Danny repeated sharply, glancing at Marshall.
Marshall leaned in through the open driver's window, knowing full well he wasn't going to find anything or anyone inside but going through the motions, anyway. Georgie's mind and mouth were as colorful as her clothing. She often talked to people who weren't there, told stories about things she couldn't possibly have seen, and was a master escape artist even though the retirement home had a lockdown ward.
True to his expectation, there was nothing in the car except Georgie's handbag. He retrieved the colorful purse and handed it to her.
Georgie slipped the straps over her arm. "Etta May and I were on our way back from bingo. Won fifty dollars in the bonus round."
Danny hooked her hand through the crook of his arm. He patted her fingers and started walking her slowly back to his truck. "Now, Georgie, we all know Etta May's been gone and buried for a while now."
While she argued that she, too, had been surprised to see her dead daughter sitting in the bingo hall parking lot in Pikes Falls, Marshall closed the trunk and followed along after them. A flash of movement beneath the trees caught his eye.
With a snapping crunch of branches, a massive bull moose stepped out from behind a tight cluster of pine trees. The great beast twisted his head side to side, rotating his antlers in a swooping arc.
"Well, I'll be ..." There had been a moose! He took a few steps closer, pausing to admire the sheer size and strength of the beast. Damn, he's a beaut!
The creature stared at him for a long moment, then exhaled a sneezing snort before lumbering back into the shadowed protection of the forest.
It was a hell of a bit of luck Georgie hit the fence instead, or the results would have been deadly. Contemplating the little blue car's chances of survival against a thousand pounds of bull moose, he glanced over his shoulder and cursed in surprise to see a dark-haired woman sitting cross- legged in the watery muck a few feet away.
He shouted for Danny and hurried toward her.
Half hidden by the reeds, she was staring off into the distance, massaging her forehead with her fingertips. The lower half of her yellow dress was a muddy mess, layered in leaves and thistle pickers. She had no visible cuts, but the angry red bump on her temple was going to leave her with quite a headache.
He squatted beside her.
Eyes as rich and green as a summer field flecked with sun-kissed gold blinked up at him. He'd never come across such a color combination before. It was downright hypnotizing. He started to ask her name, but when she gently placed her palm against the side of his face, his voiced stopped working. Her skin was icy, but the warm undercurrent of energy she left behind as she trailed her fingertips across the side of his jaw sent a wave of goose bumps down his arms. Then she showed him a wide, bright, happy-to-see-you smile that damn near had him grinning like an idiot himself.
"It's you," she said softly.
He had a sudden, warring conversation with his inner devil that if he'd met the lovely lady somewhere before, he must have been one hell of a dumb-ass drunk to have blocked her out, because he was damn sure that dead sober, he wasn't about to forget her ever again.
When her smile faded, it was like losing the sun behind a cloud full of rain. She lowered her hand, dropping his reality back into the wet muck of the riverbed he was crouched in.
What the hell was he doing? He needed to help her, not stare at her like he'd never seen a pretty gal before.
Confusion left a tiny furrow on her forehead. Wincing, she scrunched her nose. "My head hurts."
Danny squatted beside him. "Is she all right?"
"Just a knock on the head, far as I can tell." Marshall moved a lock of her hair aside to get a better look at the lump on her temple. He had to fight off the urge to twist the soft, dark curl between his fingers.
"She's fine," Georgie called out. "She's a Hackett. We breed 'em tough."
"I'm sorry," the lady in yellow mumbled. "I don't ... I don't feel very well." She leaned to the side to look up at Danny, but her eyes fluttered closed and she kept on falling.
Marshall had her up in his arms before she could hit the water.CHAPTER 2
When Emmaline Katz opened her eyes to a beige-painted ceiling, she was curious over why Alan would have painted it a different color. It had been white for years — why change it now? And how would he have done it without her knowing, since she never left the apartment?
She rolled her head and puzzled at the strange decor. The furniture, the placement of everything in the space around her was so foreign, it took her several seconds of confused blinking before she realized it was not her room.
Fear ran through her limbs, jerking her up out of the bed. The blanket fought her, trapping the lower half of her body. Kicking at the material, she broke free and tumbled awkwardly to the floor. She scrambled to her feet, bashing her hip against the wooden table next to the bed, toppling a small lamp.
A hulking shape moved beside her.
Her fearful projection of Alan's angry face faded away to reveal the cherry-red cheeks and bulbous nose of —
Every picture, every sketch, every watercolor she'd ever created of the Christmas hero had been an exact replica of the white-bearded, rosy- cheeked man in round-rimmed glasses who was standing in front of her, his blue eyes crinkled with a touch of amusement.
"Well, that was quite a wake-up," he said cheerfully. He righted the lamp and adjusted its position back into the center of the small table.
Frozen against the wall, she glanced around, her ribs aching from the fierce pounding of her heart. She was alone in a room with Santa, and what a room it was! She couldn't decide if it was trying to be an office, a medical exam room, or a guest room. The walls had eye charts and health diagrams, and the shelves were stocked with bandages and other medical supplies, but the windows had real curtains and the rustic wooden furniture was torn straight from the pages of a country-living magazine. It even had a real bed.
She cleared her throat and tried her best to sound more confident than she felt. "Where am I?"
"Why, my clinic, of course."
"Oh. Yes. Dear me. I guess I'm so used to everyone knowing who I am, it's an oddity to meet someone who doesn't." He leaned into his laugh and extended his hand. "I'm Liam. Liam Horvath. Or like most folks round these parts, you can call me Doc."
She stared at his outstretched hand, unwilling and unable to remove her fingernails from the wallpaper they were clawed against. "Doc?"
"That's right. And what should I call you?" He pulled his hand back and pushed his round-rimmed glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
The question shot a renewed sense of fear straight down her spine. Her throat tightened, and she swallowed past the dry scratch. She knew her name. Had the order of the letters sitting on the tip of her tongue. But the action that would allow her to say it to another human being was frozen straight through to her soul.
Words had consequences. Deadly consequences.
"I have to call you something," he prompted.
Curling her fingers into fists, she tried her best not to look as terrified as she felt. Alan hated weakness. She'd learned over the years to hide it deep inside, along with her voice. Stay quiet, stay silent. Don't speak until spoken to, and they'll forget you exist.
"Emmaline," she croaked, biting her bottom lip before she could blurt out the rest. Katz was an unusual last name. Too easy for someone to remember. She struggled to find a better one. Smith? Johnson? She should probably have something plain. Ordinary. Forgettable.
The elderly doctor solved the dilemma for her. "Well, it's certainly very nice to meet you, Miss Emma Leen."
She started to correct him but caught herself. As a name, Emma Leen would do perfectly.(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Devil's Way Out"
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when emmaline katz ends up in absolution, montana in devil's way out she has no idea that she's found her home. on the run from a monster who has kept her hostage since she was a teenager, she can't trust anyone with her truth because there's no telling who it puts in more danger. marshall boyer doesn't expect to be enchanted by the disheveled young woman he pulls out of the river. but from the moment he meets her there is connection. he has the sense that he knows her, that there is something between them that feels unnameable in that moment. as the danger surrounding emma comes to absolution, marshall learns more about what makes this woman special, and what makes her his dream come true. the suspense and emotional depth of the story lend it the right amount of weight to balance some of the more mystical elements. **devil's way out will publish on june 24, 2019. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (amara) in exchange for my honest review.
Devil’s Way Out by Nika Dixon I loved, loved, LOVED this book. It had so much to offer! There was a woman on the run, her mysterious past, her drawing skill, men and animals that seemed taken with her, an evil man chasing her and another man that might be her safe place to land. I loved Emmaline, the woman on the run...everything about her resonated with me. I was so hoping she would find a happy ending after so much time in a horrible situation. She was a very special person. I loved the animals that fell for her and would do literally anything to keep her safe. The Boyer brothers and their father – stalwart and true blue through and through. I would love to hear more about Sheriff Danny Boyer and also about the men that are in his department...Sam and Bailey might need stories of their own along with Danny. Evil Alan so deserved to be thwarted and I couldn’t wait to see how it would happen...and I was not disappointed. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and would love to read more by this author – first book I have read by her but it won’t be the last. Thank you to NetGalley and Entangled Publishing for the ARC – This is my honest review. 5 Stars
I received a copy of “Devil’s Way Out” by Nika Dixon from my friends at Net Galley. I haven’t read anything by Dixon in the past but I have received copies of other ARCs from Entangled Publishing. I really enjoyed this read and I’ll start with some of the basics that everyone looks for in a read. Grammatically, I did not see any errors and if there were editing issues I was not able to locate them. Often times, if a book has a multitude of spelling mistakes it can take away from the narrative, but it certainly wasn’t the case here. The cover of the book is great and it clearly reflects the content of the book. Although you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, this cover was pretty amazing. The story has romance, mystery, action and some supernatural aspects. So.. Let's get down to business. The main character is Emmaline who ends up mysteriously in rural Montana after hitching a ride with Georgie - a local residence who has some dementia and is known for getting into trouble when she leaves her assisted living residence. Georgie crashed a stolen car into a creek and as a result the local Sheriff Danny Boyer and his brother, Marshall respond. Marshall find Emma and they take her to the Doc for treatment. It comes to light that Emma left where ever she came from with nothing. No money. No ID. No shoes. She is sent to stay with the Sheriff and his family until she is able to get out of town. Her internal dialogue addresses her fear of a character named Alan, but we don’t find out her past until later in the book. Marshall is intrigued by Emma and her ability to draw amazing sketches. Eventually, it becomes noticed that Emma's behaviours are similar to those of a woman who has experienced significant abuse. But it isn’t until an FBI agent shows at the Sheriffs office with a photo of Emma that the connection is made to Allan. Emma had been held captive by Allan (major bad guy) since she was 15 years old. He recognized that she had the gift of sight and that she drew photos of the future or of people’s secrets. Allan would use the sketches to blackmail them into working for him. Emma has witnessed the deaths of numerous people who have tried to help her over the years, but it isn’t until a car bomb that happens on a rare occasion when she is out in the world that she has the opportunity to flee. Emma discloses everything to Marshall and Danny when confronted with the FBI’s information. At this point, Marshall and Emma have developed feelings for each other but Marshall is struggling with the death of his last girlfriend who over dosed. Emma and Marshall flee to another ranch house on the property until one of Allan’s men are caught. During this secluded vacay, things get heated between the two. Bow chicka wow wow. Unfortunately Allan tracks her down and she becomes aware that he has taken Lucy, Danny’s daughter hostage. Emma sacrifices herself to ensure that Lucy stays safe. Allan demands that she draw his future and then he sets the barn on fire with Lucy and Emma tied up I inside. Emma gets Lucy out and Lucy finds her father in the tree line. When Emma gets out of the barn, Allan is there waiting for her. He drags her to a hilltop and is prepared to shoot her. But, Emma's connection with animals comes to help and a rogue stallion named Devil, who Emma befriended rushes to her aid and bashes Allan’s head in. Of course this story has a HEA with Marshall proposing to Emma after she has been gone from the ranch for three weeks.
This was such an amazing, surprising read - absolutely enthralling and fascinating so I can't recommend it highly enough. It is brilliant, with elements of kidnapping, mobsters, small town families, art and even paranormal ingredients so carefully mixed to produce this delicious recipe for a totally unputdownable read. The characters are well developed, there are some fun parts to bring a smile to your face but there's also plenty of intrigue and suspense to keep you guessing. The romance is slow to develop but all the better for it. The animals, including the Pistachio the horse who has the nicknamed the Devil, also have key roles to play. This is definitely a story I don't want to give spoilers away to, let it be enough to say this is a well written, carefully crafted story by a new-to-me author who I'll definitely be looking out for in future! I requested and was gifted a copy of this book via NetGalley and this is my honest review after choosing to read it.
Wow! It starts out slow and funny: thought it would be a cute story. Boy was I in for a big surprise! Once the story gets ramped up and you've been introduced to all the Boyers and the rest of Danny's staff at the Sheriff's office, you're in for a wild ride. It's non-stop thrills and excitement until the last page. I received a free ARC eBook from Net Galley and the publisher for my honest review.
This book had me entranced from the start. I loved the characters and can't wait to see what the author does in further stories because I'm definitely not done wondering about the rest of the players in this small town of Absolution, MT. Emma and Marshall had chemistry from the beginning but I really loved the suspense as their story progressed! I think Emmaline entranced me like she did all the animals on the farm - her gift was amazing. I received an Advanced Readers Copy of this book in exchange for an honest review and I definitely know that I'll look for more books by Nika Dixon. This book was awesome!
Rancher, Marshall Boyer is still angry over the death of the woman he loved and wants nothing to do with woman or love, but when a mysterious woman drops into his life, barefoot, broke and running scared, he can’t let her go. Emmaline Katz is an artist with a dangerous secret and she’s on the run from a ruthless criminal who exploited her for years. Out of money and options, she finds an unlikely have with a handsome cowboy but time is running out and cold-blooded killer has to come town. This story is an amazing love story with some unique elements that really makes it stand out. Marshall and Emma has some seriously electrical chemistry but have some seriously gut wrenching emotional angst that has them holding back from each other and readers really can’t help but become caught up in their lives as this hero and heroine captures their hearts. The overwhelming innocence and courage of the heroine also causes readers to shed a few tears so have plenty of tissues nearby but don’t worry, Marshall’s protection and growing attraction for Emma balances everything out very nicely producing smiles. The suspense builds throughout this fast paced and keeps readers glued to the pages with lots of excitement and hair raising chills as more of Emma’s life comes to light. The author also gave the heroine a refreshingly different psychic gift that adds spice and variety to the story as well as upping the danger and thrills. This story is one that engages readers from the very beginning and then dares them to put the book down.
This is my first read from Nika Dixon and it was a stunner! Everything you would want from a story tucked neatly into a hypnotic plot and insanely well written characters. The story unfolds slowly as we get a glimpse into the life of Emma who is on the run, wearing no shoes and only the clothes on her back and how she ended up in the aptly named town, Absolution. When she meets this tiny towns well known pleasantly demented woman who can hot wire a car by the way, thinking she's getting a ride, the two get into an accident and that's when she meets Marshall Boyer who finds her in the mud, cold and wet with a bad knock on the head. He takes her to see Doc, a quiet gentle man who gives her a look over, hands her some clothes, sends her off for a meal with Marshall. Emma lies about her name, she's running from a life spent locked away in a penthouse and we only find out how deep this finely woven backstory unfolds and we move forward through the book. Marshall is dealing with his own demons, a love lost one he's not quite sure what to do with. Since Emma has no place to go he takes her home to his family ranch. The Boyer's all live under the same roof, father Hank, his brother Danny who is the town sheriff and his young daughter and Marshall. Emma isn't used to small town kindness. The family isn't used to having not only such a mysterious woman among them, but one who possesses a few unusual talents, the uncanny ability to draw animals to her, even the ranch's isolated horse deemed Devil because he's already injured a couple ranch hands. Not so with Emma who totally relates to the beast. Her innate gift of drawing and being an artist we also watch unfold and her special gift makes her invaluable to the man she's run from. She understands and has seen what he's capable of and fears not only for herself but also for those around her. We also watch the relationship with Marshall and Emma unfold which is anything but tidy and again, written so well. We meet Danny's friend and deputy Sam and several other characters that I hope we get to visit again in another story from this author. When Emma's fear starts to become reality, the book rolls through the events with perfect timing and a couple of breath holding minutes. Again, surprises abound in this book, and man she threw me for the perfect curve with her rescue operation. Well done Nika Dixon, well done! 4.5 stars
Although the summary was intriguing, I had no idea what to expect from this book or this author. I am so glad that I was chosen to receive this book…it is GREAT! The characters, the story, the danger, the romance – this book has it all! When artist Emmaline Katz is able to escape from the restrictive-life she has led for the past fifteen years, she ends up in rural Montana. She has no place to go, although she is heading west with no money and no friends. Rancher Marshall Boyer distrusts Emma at first as he knows she is a city girl and he has already had enough heartache from a former relationship. Emma, without even trying, charms everyone she comes in contact with - strangers, children, horses, dogs and even the cat. When danger follows her to Montana, seeking the hidden talent that she possesses, she needs to leave. She does not want to bring harm to the people who have befriended her, but Marsh and his family will protect her no matter what it takes. I only hope Ms. Dixon has plans for stories about the wonderful secondary characters, Sheriff Danny, Lucy, Hank, Bailey, and Ethan. I received an advance review copy at no cost and without obligation for an honest review. (by paytonpuppy)
Devil’s Way Out by Nika Dixon a five-star read that you won’t want to get out from. This was sublime, I wasn’t sure what to expect as I don’t always like a cowboy romance but had heard good things about this one so thought why not. Do you know what it was so much more, it surprised me with the depth and drama and just the mystery of the story. I don’t know what to write as I really don’t want to give the game away, there is so much going on in this story and what an amazing town Absolution is, I would love to hear more from this place as there is so much going on. This is one of those stories that you think goes one way and then it goes another and you love it.
Loved this book!!! This is a quickly moving romantic suspense that I found myself completely engrossed in and turning pages just as quickly as possible. The author has crafted a tightly woven romantic suspense that fans of the genre will love. However, more than that, she has taken a familiar trope and twisted it into something unique and thoroughly entertaining. The characters were likeable and with enough depth to make them interesting. I found myself hoping for them to get their HEA ending. This is a new author to me, but I'm looking forward to reading more of her work.