After two failed marriages, blues singer Lacey Pine took to living a vagabond musician's existence until she inherited her grandmother's lodge in Crystal River, Wyoming, where Dane Richardson and a fateful snowstorm are about to show her the best reason to settle down.
Blues singer Lacey Pine is unlucky in love and has the emotional battle scars to prove it. Men have become transient dalliances, untrustworthy for more than a night or two, so when she inherits her grandmother’s rundown lodge in the hills of Crystal River, Wyoming, Lacey considers renovating and staying…or selling. Either way, she’s in this alone and means to stay that way.
TURNING UP THE HEAT
Dane Richardson had it all, a successful military career and the woman of his dreams, until the ravages of war nearly cost him his leg. Discharged and disabled, abandoned by his girl, Dane finds himself adrift on the sea of life—until he takes a wintry trip to Crystal River, Wyoming, where a foolish moment of self-pity and a fierce snowstorm turn trying to keep warm into the best thing that ever happened to him. Now he just has to convince Lacey Pine that he’s worth risking her heart.
Intrigued, and being a neighborly sort, she ambled over. Stopping opposite him, she rested her palms on the table. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?”
He looked up, his dark eyes sparkling with interest. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Just passing through,” he slurred slightly. Not blitzed, but not entirely sober either. “On your way to…?”
His bleary gaze swept from her eyes to her breasts and remained there.
Assessing her? Hair stood up on the back of her neck. The fellow obviously had had too much to drink.
Not appreciating him staring at her chest, she crossed her arms to obstruct his view. “What brings you to our fair city?”
He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. “You.”
She snorted. “Ha. You don’t even know me.” A player, she decided. A sexy one. The most dangerous kind. Just what she didn’t need. But somehow, she couldn’t tear herself away.
About the Author
Linnea Alexis stopped stirring up trouble in the corporate world a few years ago and now satisfies her appetite for mayhem in the fictional world. When she isn’t working on one of her romances, she writes cozy horror stories. She can usually be found hanging out with her family in Southern California. She has published several short stories in various anthologies, and she’s an active member of Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers of America and O.C. Writers.