Survivor Pass, Book Five, Redemption Mountain Historical Western Romance Series
âThe Redemption Mountain series is as good as historical romance getsâvivid settings, memorable characters, love, and lots at stake. Shirleen Davies knows how to bring the old west to life. You feel as if you've traveled, with the characters, to the frontier. I hope there will be more to come!â Book Review
He thought heâd found a quiet lifeâ¦
Cash Coulter settled into a life far removed from his days of fighting for the South and crossing the country as a bounty hunter. Now a deputy sheriff, Cash wants nothing more than to buy some land, raise cattle, and build a simple life in the frontier town of Splendor, Montana. But his whole world shifts when his gaze lands on the most captivating woman heâs ever seen. And the feeling appears to be mutual.
But nothing is as it seemsâ¦
Alison McGrath moved from her home in Kentucky to the rugged mountains of Montana for one reasonâto find the man responsible for murdering her brother. Despite using a false identity to avoid any tie to her brotherâs name, the citizens of Splendor have no intention of sharing their knowledge about the bank robbery which killed her only sibling. Alison knows her circle of lies canât end well, and her growing for Cash threatens to weaken the revenge which drives her.
And the troubles are mountingâ¦
There is danger surrounding them bothâmen who seek vengeance as a way to silence the pastâ¦by any means necessary.
Survivor Pass is book five in the Redemption Mountain historical western romance series. It is a full length novel with an HEA.
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Alisonâs breath hitched when she felt Cashâs hands grip her waist, but she couldnât pull away, didnât want to break the contact. His large palms and strong fingers almost spanned her slim body, drawing her closer as his gaze held hers.
Sheâd been kissed once by a boy from a neighboring farm. It had lasted seconds and made no impression, other than causing her to grimace and swipe an arm across her mouth. Heâd wanted to do it again. Instead, sheâd pushed him away, turned, and ran as fast as possible back to her home. Her feelings today couldnât be more different.
Although unwise and against all her plans, Alison looked up, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. She closed her eyes at the feel of his lips brushing hers.
On a low groan, Cash slanted his mouth over hers, ignoring the warnings in his head in favor of the sensations she made him feel. Warmth spread through his body as she allowed him to take control, sweeping his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted on a sigh. She tasted of coffee and pie. He couldnât get enough and deepened the kiss, tightening his hold, aligning his body with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing her fingers through his hair.
Her taste, touch, and unique scent messed with his rational thought and common sense. For a man used to dealing with situations in cool, dispassionate logic, Cash felt all control slip away as their embrace and actions became more zealous.
Knowing he had to stop before the passion caused them both to lose all restraint, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing unsteady and ragged.
Taking a step back, Alison looked into eyes reflecting the same desire and confusion she felt. When he placed one more kiss on her forehead, she inhaled a deep breath, touching a finger to her still sensitive lips.
Clearing his throat, Cash grasped her hand in his. âWe should be going before we lose sight of the path.â
Unable to form a coherent thought, Alison nodded, leaving her hand in his as he guided her off the hill and back toward town. Neither of them spoke until they stood outside the door to her shop. At least the time had allowed her to get her breathing and erratic heartbeat under control.
âThank you for a wonderful evening, Cash. It wasâ¦wellâ¦unexpected.â
Eyes dark and hooded, he pulled her close for one more kiss before setting her aside so as not to draw attention from those few people still on the street. Clearing his throat, he glanced around, searching for control.
âIâll come by at noon tomorrow and weâll head out to the Pelletierâs. That is if youâre still interested in going with me.â
âYes, Iâd like to go if youâre certain they wonât mind.â She sucked in a breath, realizing theyâd be alone during the ride, posing a temptation she didnât need. Alison wrapped her arms around her waist to help control the shivers from their brief, intense kiss. âPerhaps it would be best for me to wait. I donât want to impose.â She let her gaze slowly move from his chest to the opening at the top of his shirt before traveling to his face, which now held an easy smirk.
âYouâre not afraid to be alone with me, are you, Mrs. Burns?â He leaned forward, his warm breath washing over her cheeks, his lips brushing hers.
Drawing away and straightening her shoulders, she glared at him. âOf course not, Mr. Coulter.â
Moving close to her ear, he lowered his already husky voice. âYou should be, Alison.â
Bio:
Shirleen Davies writes romanceâhistorical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She grew up in Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and has degrees from San Diego State University and the University of Maryland. During the day she provides consulting services to small and mid-sized businesses. But her real passion is writing emotionally charged stories of flawed people who find redemption through love and acceptance. She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in northern Arizona.
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6/2/2016 03:13:17 pm
Thanks so much for hosting Survivor Pass on your blog.
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