Shadowed Trust

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Colorado Trust Book 3

Ad-Man Jordan Blake believed image was everything—until his parents were convicted of murder, the family company went bankrupt, and his excessive drinking and arrest fueled the tabloids. When lawyer David Barnes offers representation in exchange for assistance in reopening his Colorado mountain resort, Jordan has no choice. It’s help or jail.

Hollywood wild child Lexie Sinclair disappeared by changing her name, joining the army, and marrying a soldier. One night, her husband wrapped their car around a tree, killed himself, and left her permanently injured. For the past few years she’s been content to live in peaceful obscurity as caretaker of David’s defunct resort.

Jordan’s arrival exposes Lexie’s true identity and brings her dead husband’s ‘friends’ calling. Jordan offers to help, but the shadow of his drinking leaves Lexie reluctant to trust. Can they conquer their fears and find the courage to face the criminals—and the world—together?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 258
Word Count: 68000
Print ISBN: 1-60154-948-2

Excerpt:

He double-checked his covers with a slight sense of embarrassment before sitting up with a low groan. “What the hell is going on?”

“Breakfast was ready at seven.”

“I don’t eat breakfast.” He rubbed his face again, day-old whiskers rasping against his palm. He looked at his watch. Seven-fifteen? Was she kidding? “I usually sleep in,” he grumbled.

“You pass out,” she accused.

Jordan dropped his hand and glared at her. Not another righteous know-it-all. “I sleep in,” he repeated in a tight voice. Damn, his head hurt. And it was cold.

“You couldn’t tell me that last night?”

“What do you care?”

“Besides the fact that I’m your boss, I made breakfast.”

His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten last night. That’s why the whiskey had hit him so hard. He barely contained a groan of misery. “Give me ten minutes.” He waited for her to go so he could get dressed, and finally, she walked out.

“Is this going to be a problem?” she called from the porch, the door still open.

“No,” he said, wishing she’d actually leave. He swept aside the covers and reached for his duffle bag on the floor.

“It looks like it is.”

Jordan’s head snapped up. He jerked the blanket back when he saw Lexie standing in the kitchen, holding his whiskey bottle upside down. His empty whiskey bottle, damn it.

“I didn’t drink all that.”

She gave it a little shake. “It’s empty.”

He huffed. “I can see that. But I didn’t drink it all.” He frowned. Had he? With sudden clarity, he remembered he’d had company. “That damn raccoon,” he muttered under his breath.