River of Fear












ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-669-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-942-6
Page Count: 314
Word Count: 85000
Rating: Spicy(PG13)
MSRP: 6.75


After ten years shouldering heavy responsibility as her siblings’ guardian, fern farmer Annie Brenton yearns for an exciting and carefree future. Despite the repeated threats of a stalker, she refuses to cower in her house and compromise her long-awaited freedom.

When widower Luke Erickson and his two young children turn to Annie for help and she takes them into her home, she believes her financial worries and stalker problems are solved. Instead, the stalker ratchets up his violence, and her developing feelings for Luke turn her world upside down.

As Luke's past suddenly catches up to them, Annie is forced to make an impossible choice. Is loving a wandering sailor and his children worth the sacrifice of her freedom and the risk of a broken heart?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 314
Word Count 85000
Print ISBN: 1-60154-942-3

Excerpt:

For your information, I’m not that easy.”

“Easy has nothing to do with it. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel the sparks in the air. You’re burning inside, just like I am. Before long, everything is going to erupt. It’ll happen.”

Desire flickered in her middle. She shifted in her seat.

He reached out and took her hand. “Seeing you in your room tonight almost drove me crazy.”

Annie pulled her hand back and hid it in her lap.

“I’ve been trying to resist you,” he went on. “But every man has a limit to his restraint. And this near miss with the fire tonight reminded me that the time any two people have together can be cut short at any minute.”

She swallowed. Although the coffee had stopped perking, she was glued to her chair.

He leaned toward her, ran his fingers up her arm, softly traced the line of her jaw.

Her palms were moist, and her pulse was in overdrive.

He shifted closer to kiss her and she met his warm lips half way.

His fingers explored the sensitive skin near her ear. A hot surge of need blazed along her spine. He drew her closer, inch by inch. His hand slid down her throat. Lower. He gently cupped one breast. Even through two layers of clothing, his slow caress seared her skin.

A sentry inside her head shouted a red alert. She’d only known him a few days and things were moving too fast.




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