The New York Times bestselling queen of romantic suspense returns with a heart-racing tale in which a former soldier turned rancher and a beautiful designer race to stop a vicious killer—a battle for survival that threatens to explode in an intense and irresistible passion.
An art dealer and owner of her own design studio, Perfect Touch, Sara Medina travels the world to find the ideal artwork for her clients. Her sophisticated, comfortable life in San Francisco is light years away from the poverty of her family’s dairy farm, and Sara will do whatever it takes to keep her business strong. A dedicated urban career woman focused on her work, she doesn’t have time or energy for a family or distracting romantic entanglements.
Jay Vermillion recently inherited Vermillion Sky, a working ranch near Wyoming’s breathtaking Grand Teton Mountains—and the estates of the rich and restless. While he was fighting in two wars, his father tried to keep the homestead running, until illness stole his fight and then his life. Jay’s determined to restore Vermillion Sky, but first he’s got to settle a vicious battle with his former stepmother over some of his late father’s paintings. The last thing on his mind is a finding a wife and creating a seventh generation of Vermillions.
When Jay hires Sara to handle his father’s artwork, it’s love at first sight—a mutually inconvenient attraction that is soon complicated by a double murder at the edge of the ranch and a potential betrayal even closer to home. Working together to unmask a murderer, Sara and Jay try to fight the intense heat between them. Then the killer targets Sara. And suddenly, Jay, the war-weary soldier, finds something he’s once again willing to die for . .
As soon the three men were out of hearing, Barton stepped toward Sara. “If you think you’re going to milk ranch funds for some phony family history, think again. I won’t allow—” “Three quarters beats one quarter every single time.” Her voice was cool. “Listen, you—” “I don’t like you,” Sara cut in. “You don’t like me. Live with it.” She turned and headed back to the house. “Bitch,” he said. “You better believe it.” Barton’s face flushed red
“Shut up! I don’t need your whore’s wisdom.” “If whores were wise, you wouldn’t be here,” Jay said to Liza. “But you aren’t and here we are. You can spend the rest of your life trying to piss in my coffee or you can cut your losses and enjoy the good life you have.”
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