Tularosa Moon

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You can run, but you can't hide from love...

Cole Roberts has been unlucky in love—twice—and he's sworn not to get involved again. Renovating the New Mexico family horse business into a guest ranch is a good distraction, until the ranch's new masseuse arrives. Captivating but secretive, the brown-eyed beauty intrigues him.

Three years ago, Lindy Grainger testified against a murderer and landed in witness protection. Her latest identity is masseuse at a guest ranch, but how long before she must reinvent herself—again? She can't get involved with anyone, no matter how big-hearted and charming he is.

Cole's heart can't take another rejection. Lindy has to steer clear of relationships. But as their attraction grows, a murderer bent on revenge closes in, and Lindy must trust Cole with her secret or lose him. Will the truth set her free, or tear them apart?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 262
Word Count: 70716
978-1-61217-173-9 Digital
978-1-61217-172-2 Paperback

Excerpt:

Cole narrowed his eyes at the pretty brunette. She probably didn’t have car insurance, which was the reason she was in such a hurry to vamoose. He glanced at the elderly Mrs. Smith, who seemed relieved that the fender bender had been handled in a civil manner.

He slipped behind the steering wheel of Mrs. Smith’s car and parked in an empty spot. Before he’d exited the vehicle, the brunette had ducked into her car, shifted in reverse, and drove past him out of the parking lot. He jumped out and stood with his hands at his hips watching her turn onto the highway. “Strange,” he mumbled.

“Was that young woman one of your classmates in school, Cole?” Mrs. Smith asked.

“No, ma’am. I’ve never seen her before. She must be passing through. Maybe a Texan headed to the mountains.”

With her hands holding the steering wheel in a death grip, Lindy gazed in the rearview mirror. The man with the brilliant blue eyes was staring after her. She prayed he wasn’t trying to read her license plate. What if he called the police?

Her pulse raced. The accident was the old lady’s fault, so there was nothing to worry about. Except coming up with the money to fix her dented bumper and busted taillight.

She’d done nothing wrong or illegal, she told herself. There would be no reason for the police to find her and question her. Panic quivered in every cell of her body. Speaking to police meant a police report would be filed, and she couldn’t have that.

Why did this have to happen today? Shaking her head in frustration and pounding her hand against the wheel, Lindy mumbled, “My first day in Tularosa and trouble has already found me.”