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Riley Beckett's past just came back to haunt her ... and this time he's got a gun. UNFORGIVEN ... click image.

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Gage and Riley were once lovers, but a deadly twist of fate tore them apart. Now, one year later, they’re thrown together by a murder in which Gage was the intended victim and Riley is wanted for the crime. In my last sample, they’d rented a cheap hotel room for the purpose of cleaning up after the fire.

They grabbed lunch and ate in the truck before going back into the motel. There, she showered and changed, grateful on second thought for the general filth of the room. Gage didn’t say as much, but she’d bet not even he would throw her down and have his way with her on a comforter that might literally be crawling with someone else’s DNA. But he did look at her with a sweetness and intensity she just couldn’t ignore.

So many things were right with them—too many to resist.

It gave her plenty to think about.

“What happens when this is over?” she asked an hour later. They were back in the truck and headed for Tehcotah, the bed in the room they’d rented for less than three hours left untouched. She hoped he’d understand she was asking about the state of their relationship without her having to spell it out. She’d spent too long trying to get him out of her head to say the words aloud. Not yet, anyway.

“I can’t say I haven’t thought of it. Home seems a long way off, though.”

“Yeah, it does.” And it wasn’t a matter of counting miles . . . it was one of counting bodies. Her parents, Dawson, Billy—everything she had was under a shroud of loss. Would she ever sit in her living room again and not think of Gage greeting her with a revolver? Of his breath on her skin or the feel of him between her thighs after far too many months without? Or of Dawson or Billy? “I’m not sure home will ever feel like home again.”

Gage reached for her. “I never had a home until yours, and I didn’t even live there. My father was a drunk. My mom checked out a long time before Billy and I were ready to raise ourselves, but she didn’t leave us with a choice. I never felt like anyone cared until . . . well, you and your parents.” He drew her hand to his lips. A wicked grin accompanied the chivalrous kiss, and the contrast thrilled her. It also lightened the mood considerably, but her thoughts were quick to circle back around. His words had triggered something inside her.

She’d been empty far too long. With a ripple of emotion, she realized what she’d been missing.

Gage was home.


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Riley Beckett’s past just came back to haunt her . . . and this time, he’s got a gun.

When Gage Lawton finds his brother shot dead on his back porch, every shred of evidence points to one person: Gage’s former lover, Riley. He and she didn’t part ways on good terms, and he’s not planning to rekindle anything now–not when he’s got a revolver pointed at her head and a finger on the trigger.

A year after Riley swore she and Gage were over, he returns in a hail of gunfire. One look into those achingly familiar blue eyes and she knows how wrong she was to let him go, but now far more than their heated past stands in the way. A twist of fate puts them in the crosshairs of a killer, leaving Riley with two slim options:  trust her greatest betrayer or face a murderer on her own.