๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐ง๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ is a contemporary
western romance long novella. (Note: it was previously published in the
Amazon-exclusive anthology ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฎ๐ข๐ด ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ ๐๐ฐ ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ but is now
available at all eBook platforms.)
Heat Level: 5/5 (but the excerpt is 1/5)
๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
Excerpt
Joe Carrigan watched as the red taillights in the distance slid from left to right and then right even more, finally stopping. He’d been following the Prius for a while, and the driver had been conservative, but their luck had just run out. He was in his Bronco—the same one he’d driven in high school on these very roads—and it could still be trusted in bad weather. He’d been able to afford better cars over the years, but he still had a habit of jumping in this one, especially on a night like this.
Joe Carrigan watched as the red taillights in the distance slid from left to right and then right even more, finally stopping. He’d been following the Prius for a while, and the driver had been conservative, but their luck had just run out. He was in his Bronco—the same one he’d driven in high school on these very roads—and it could still be trusted in bad weather. He’d been able to afford better cars over the years, but he still had a habit of jumping in this one, especially on a night like this.
He checked his rearview mirror. Thankfully, no cars behind
him. He slowed the Bronco and guided it as far to the right as he could without
getting stuck.
Stepping out of his vehicle, a blast of cold air hit him as
heavy snowflakes engulfed him. He really shouldn’t be out in this, but he’d
agreed to meet Oliver and Celeste and a friend of Celeste’s, a blind date he’d
been badgered into. His life had been too busy of late for a woman, but it
didn’t mean he actually needed or wanted one in his life.
He reached inside the Bronco and grabbed his heavy canvas
coat, quickly pulling it on and zipping it to his neck. The snow crunched
beneath his boots and his breath came out in white puffs as he crossed the beam
of his headlights and approached the Prius. He tapped on the driver’s window,
the shadowy figure of a woman on the other side. She hesitated a moment then
rolled the window down.
“Are you all right, miss?”
As the woman’s face became fully visible, he did a
double-take. “Skylar?”
Her forehead pinched into hard ridges, and her eyes
registered a flash of outrage. “Carrigan?”
As if a freight train had hit him, he uttered, “It’s been a
long time.”
Copyright © 2020 K. McCaffrey LLC
Copyright © 2020 K. McCaffrey LLC
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