Maybe it's the post-New Year's boredom. Maybe it's the cold, frisky air. Whatever the cause, the citizens of Mossy Creek seem determined to get into trouble on a clear winter day in mid-January. Police Chief Amos Royden and his loyal officers, Mutt and Sandy, can barely keep up with the calls. Ha...
Sparring has never been so sweetly seductive as in this delicious romance from Debra Dixon, who entangles a sassy workaholic with a formerly buttoned-down and bottled-up hero determined to show her how to seize the day. Sam Tucker isn’t the kind of man to wait for an invitation, not when his mi...
Nick’s eyes closed, and he shook his head gently. “When did you find out? Well, why didn’t somebody call me yesterday?” Nick made a gesture as though asking God to save him from fools. “He suggested a band? Have you checked them out? No? Where are they playing?” He grabbed a pad to write on. “Yea...
He hadn’t intended to carry the gun until he realized the cemetery was a sniper’s dream. “Do we really need that?” Emma asked. Slamming the truck door, Gabe said, “Probably not, but think of it as my American Express card. I don’t leave home without it, and people recognize it instantly.” She did...
Joshua wished he shared the excitement, but he didn’t. Since waking up that morning, he’d felt a nagging uneasiness that wouldn’t let go of him. When he pulled into the driveway of Victoria’s cabin, the tension inside him settled into a knot in his stomach. He realized he was waiting for the othe...
It gave Beau time to think about Maggie, the way her voice got inside his head, her body against his, and the unexpected discovery that he’d rather believe the plot theory than believe she was guilty of setting that fire. Obviously, his objectivity was shot. He was thinking with the brain about t...
Clare’s knees buckled, and she sat down heavily on the steps, afraid to go any farther. For the last hour she’d begun to believe that Ellie’s visit might be all right. That she could just confess to “fudging a bit” when she’d described her new place. But her first whiff of scorched feathers had c...
There had been no room for emotion then, no room for doubt as she followed orders and pulled the trigger. This time, she went cold and motionless because she was the target. She was the one in the crosshairs. Sully had caught her in another trap, and he was playing with her—the way a lazy mountai...