Maisy is happily content with the life she’s built for
herself and her young son in small-town Prescott, Montana. Her child is
thriving, her business is growing, and her family is as close as they’ve ever
been. But when a handsome stranger walks into the lobby of her motel, her
simple life is swept up in a wave of affection for his gentle heart. None of
those feelings can be trusted, though. She made that mistake before with
another man. The man she murdered.
Hunter was a different man when he first saw Maisy Holt from
afar. He took one look at her and ran in the opposite direction. But years
later, he’s back in Montana and unable to keep his distance. He shouldn’t have
tried to find her but he never was good at rejecting temptation. The promise of
the good she could bring into his life is too hard to resist. Maybe if he can
disguise the lies and hide the deceit, he can keep her from learning the truth.
Because his only chance at a future with her is by burying his past.
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I was so lost in my sketching
I flinched when the lobby door opened, and my pencil skidded off the page,
leaving a deep mark even the eraser wouldn’t undo. I frowned for a split second
before looking up, ready to greet my visitor with a megawatt smile.
The smile fell, along with my
chin.
My visitor was straight out of
a magazine. His light brown hair was tied back in a neat man bun. His strong
jaw was covered in an expertly manicured beard. His caramel-brown eyes, framed
with long, dark lashes, were aimed at me with such intensity they nearly
knocked me off my stool.
When he turned to close the
door, I was suddenly very aware of the fact I was wearing no makeup and my
clothes were about as dull as an economics lecture. But hey! At least you
washed your hair today. Thank god I wasn’t in my normal blue baseball cap.
I wouldn’t look like a
complete slouch in front of this man.
This man was all the good
things about my Chrises rolled into one. This man should be in the middle of a
photo shoot for a fifty-foot billboard, not standing inside my motel lobby.
This man was about to get the
mumbling, fumbling version of Maisy Holt the likes of which no one had never
seen.
Super.
About the
Author:
Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children.
After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned
conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her
kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to
share her own stories.
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