She knew even before his lips brushed hers, that he was going to kiss her – and she was going to let him.

Hank Knight asked questions about Jesse Rose and an item that was taken from her crib the night she was kidnapped. His questions led our lawyer to believe Hank had knowledge about the crime and possibly where Jesse Rose is now. I think he got too close to the truth. Too close to the kidnapper’s accomplice. And if I’m right then you can help me prove it.

We all have choices. Some are harder than others. What I’m hearing is that you feel trapped. Sounds like you’re the only one who can change that. Just make sure you don’t latch on to the first life raft that comes along. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone to find yourself trapped in some other way, now would it?

People often surprised you, especially the innocent-looking ones, she’d found.

What's for dinner?" "Roast beef. I heard it was a woman's body buried on Hamilton Ranch and that her body had been mummified." "Roast beef and mummified should never be used in the same sentence," he joked as he headed toward the refrigerator for a beer.

Brick stood silhouetted against the frozen lake through this front window. "Be careful. It sounds like you've got at least one killer out there. Someone who thought they'd gotten away with murder. It's easier to kill after the first time, they say.

These chocolates made you close your eyes and moan and were right up there with sex. Well, not sex with Hud. Nothing could beat that.

Her emotions boiled up like one of the Yellowstone geysers just down the road. First shock and right on its heels came fury. When Hud had left town five years ago, she'd convinced herself she'd never have to lay eyes on that sorry son of a bitch again. And here he was. Damn, just when she thought things couldn't get any worse.

Seriously? You tried to ride a bucking horse?" "You did the same thing." He nodded. "But you're..." "Female? You noticed." She grinned at him and realized she was flirting about the same time he did.

Here she was on her wedding night and nothing about it was as she’d once dreamed. Dierdre “Drey” Hunter Baxter. Married to the wrong man.