Detective Jordan Delany is back and contemplating her most
challenging mission to date—moving in with Tyler McGee.
After receiving commendations for their last successful drug
bust, Jordan and Ty are planning a vacation.
Or are they?
Jordan allows Ty to keep their destination a surprise. But
instead of whisking her away to a warm Caribbean beach, as her not-so-subtle
hints alluded to, he detours to an old estate that he has loved since childhood
and asks her to move in with him.
Sparks fly when Jordan is blindsided by Ty’s proposal. He
wants to buy the aging horse ranch, start renovations, and begin a life with
Jordan. But can Jordan overcome her deepest insecurities and commit to living with
Ty? And if so, will she be able to navigate the one other minor hitch: the
spirit inside the house who is determined to show Jordan the home’s deadliest
secret?
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The blindfold was purely for Ty’s own self-preservation. If
Jordan could see, it’d take her no time at all to draw her weapon and aim it at
his head when he pulled in front of the broken-down old ranch house in lieu of
a tropical beach. He took a deep breath to slow his thundering heart rate.
Today Ty planned to convince Jordan to move in with him.
Her hints about wanting a beach and some water to play in
hadn’t exactly been subtle, and a beach would have been damned easy to deliver.
But, no. He’d come up with the bright idea to take her to the middle of nowhere
and show her a house with no heat and weedy overgrown pastures. He peeked over
at her.
What the fuck was I thinking? She’s going to rip my head
off!
Jordan exhaled a giant impatient sigh and crossed her arms.
“We’re not heading to the airport, are we?”
“Not exactly.” He swallowed hard. Shit, her instincts were
sharp enough to split hairs. What made him think a blindfold would fool her?
“The train station?” she asked.
“Nope.” He sighed, debating whether to keep driving toward
the lackluster property or turn around. A couple of weeks ago the plan had
seemed like a romantic gesture, a step toward commitment without scaring her
off with a marriage proposal. Now his strategy felt foolish.
She sighed again. Heavily. “Hopping on a bus?”
“Un-uh.”
“What the hell, cowboy? I happen to know there are no
tropical beaches in Missouri.”
Nerves had eaten away most of his composure. “Could you
maybe just be quiet for, like, five more minutes?”
He turned on the gravel road that led to the gated entrance
of the old Henderson estate, a onetime horse ranch. His heart was thundering so
hard he could feel the wall of his chest vibrate. The woman he loved had been
handed double doses of intelligence, bravery, and compassion. But she’d missed
the patience line altogether.
He put the truck in park. “I’m hopping out for just a
second.”
She reached up to pull the scarf from her eyes, but Ty
grabbed her hand.
“Listen, I promise to have you at a beach by tomorrow night
if that’s what you want, but I have one surprise that I need you to see first.
If you trust me, please keep your eyes covered for another minute or two.”
He brushed a kiss against her lips, and thankfully she
nodded.
Award-winning author, Michelle Sharp, has been nominated for
a 2014 National Readers Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense and Best First
Book. In addition, her debut novel Dream Huntress has been selected as a
finalist in the 2015 Daphne Du Maurier award for Excellence in Mystery and
Suspense. Although she has a degree in Journalism from Southern Illinois
University, she finds weaving tales of danger, deception, and love much
preferable to reporting the cold, hard facts.
As most authors probably are, she is an avid reader. Growing
up in St. Louis has made her a die-hard Cardinals fan, and having a child with
Down Syndrome has made her passionate about any issue regarding special needs
kiddos. She’s also a fairly big sucker when it comes to anything with fur or
feathers. Michelle is a proud member of Romance Writers of America and Missouri
Romance Writers. You can learn more about her at michellesharpbooks.com.
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