CRIMSON POINT SERIES #7
Release Date: January 25, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-928044-49-9
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Format: ebook & print
Length: Novel (80,000 words)
*USA Today bestseller*
BLURB:
She’s come back to face her demons.
Ember Thiessen is the sole survivor of a horrific attack that killed her brother and blew her world apart. Months later when she learns that his dog has been found, she returns to Crimson Point, ready to confront the past and reclaim her life. The last thing she expects is to recognize the hard, reclusive man who rescued the pup—a man she has crossed paths with before. He’s everything she’s come to fear. Big. Hard. Deadly. Yet she’s drawn to him on the deepest level. But the danger isn’t over yet. The killer responsible for all her nightmares has escaped, and Ember finds herself turning to this hardened soldier for protection.
He’s the only man who can keep her safe.
After leaving his elite military career and its painful end behind, Boyd Masterson retreated to a solitary life in the hills above Crimson Point. All he wants is peace and quiet. Then Ember suddenly appears on his doorstep, and everything changes. He knows what she went through. Knows that she’s still healing and trying to put her life back together. He’s a damaged warrior, the last thing she needs, but she calls to a part of him that still yearns to protect and defend. When the man responsible for killing her brother decides she’s a loose end, Boyd doesn’t hesitate to step up and protect her. But as the attraction between them builds and the killer moves in, Boyd realizes he’s risking his heart as well as his life.
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EXCERPT
“We were having so much fun,” Ember said hoarsely. “I’d never been on a night hike before. I was loving it. And then the trail came to a road and we saw the men loading unconscious women into the trucks. They saw us. I was near the back of the line with Michael and Lydia. They chased us. We ran, but it was dark, and… We weren’t fast enough.” She stopped to collect herself before her voice choked out.
Boyd set her mug down on the counter and turned to face her. She didn’t move, held captive by the magnetic force of his stare.
He stepped close, eyes on hers, and reached out to place a hand in the center of her back, drawing her toward him. An instant later she was nestled to a broad, muscled chest, and his heavy arms were closing around her.
She drew in a startled breath, her hands coming up to flatten on his chest. She could feel the steady thud of his heart beneath her right palm, could feel the incredible heat of his body seeping into her.
“You looked like you needed a hug,” he murmured, his low voice wrapping around her as securely as his arms.
He was right. She’d desperately needed this.
The practical part of her told her to pull away, to not blur the line between them. She ignored it, allowed herself to lean into him, resting her cheek on his chest and closing her eyes.
She expected him to squeeze her once and then let go to put distance between them once more, but he didn’t. He held her to him with firm pressure and didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Giving her the silent comfort and security of his embrace, his understanding, and the time to absorb it.
She released a long breath and sank into it, amazed by the immediate sense of safety she felt. As though nothing could hurt her, not even the memories while she was in Boyd’s arms.
A big hand slid up to curve around her nape, his fingertips rubbing through the ends of her short hair.
Ribbons of heat curled through her, his clean, cool yet spicy scent filling her nose, and the feel of his big, powerful body cradling hers setting off a stunning burst of arousal. She swallowed, fighting it. Her reaction was insane considering they barely knew each other, but there was no denying the way he brought her body to life. Painful, aching life, every cell humming.