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In her first paperback original in more than six years, New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann delivers an unforgettable novel of contemporary romance and thrilling suspense.
When history professor Alison Carter became a consultant to the film version of the Wild West legend she’d dedicated her career to researching, she couldn’t possibly have known that she would not only get a front-row seat to a full-blown Hollywood circus but would innocently witness something that would put her life in peril. Nor did she expect that a tall stranger in a cowboy hat would turn the movie—and her world—completely upside down.
A. J. Gallagher didn’t crash the set in dusty Arizona to rub elbows with Hollywood’s elite. Unable to ignore ghosts from the past that refuse to stay buried, A. J. came to put an end to the false legend that has tarnished the reputation of his family. But when he confronts Alison, sparks fly. And when Alison is targeted by ruthless criminals, suddenly she and A .J. must face the intense attraction that threatens to consume them—and survive the danger that threatens their very lives.
sat there, in the back of that Jeep, with his arms tightly around her, her head down on his shoulder as she, too, caught her breath, he knew he had to say something. But she spoke first, her breath warm against his ear. “What am I going to do?” she said. “I can’t seem to stay away from you.” A.J. ran his hand down and up her back, wishing he had some kind of magical answer. “Sometimes it’s things that are the hardest that are … most worth having.” She lifted her head to look at him, pushing
waiting for the monster within him to reveal itself to me. The horse’s lameness is not my fault, but fault is not necessary for punishment. He asked me if there were any biscuits left, and there weren’t and in my fear and worry, I dropped my plate. He saw that I was shaking, and came swiftly toward me. I reacted instinctively, dropping to the ground and curling up, protecting my head from the blows to come. But no blows came. He picked me up and held me in his arms, and I swear to the stars
“Let’s freak her out, okay?” Jamie said, mischief glinting in his eyes as he popped away—which worked more to freak A.J. out. “Well, he was,” A.J. amended himself. “He’s gone now.” “You’ll be glad to hear that the CAT scan came back normal,” his mother told him briskly. She’d referred him to a colleague who’d agreed that they should run an array of tests, and he’d given his mother permission to discuss the results with the other doctor. It seemed silly not to, since he was just going to tell
Rock and all the other movies made it seem as if the gunfight went on for hours, but it didn’t. These things happened fast. The Kellys all had six-guns—revolvers with six bullets—as did Quinn. Think about it. He had to have been a remarkable shot to kill as many of them as he did.” “He was atrociously bad,” I said, but of course, she didn’t hear me. “If he weren’t an amazing marksman, if he hadn’t immediately taken most of the Kellys out, he would have been hit by a virtual wall of bullets,”
one must’ve been after he’d opened up Adam’s wood shop again, after he’d come out of rehab. He still looked pale and skinny. His face looked almost fragile, like if you pushed him too hard he might break. I wondered why Rose chose to keep that picture on her wall, when A.J. looks so much healthier and stronger these days. Surely she had a better picture now. But who could know? Maybe she didn’t want to forget where he’d been. The last picture in the room was on the bookshelf, apart from the