Book Blurb
She needs his trust. After Miranda Whitley
stops crooked cops from assassinating a prominent Seattle judge, she’s next on
the hit list, and her survival depends on the man she’s had one awkward
encounter with—buff FBI Agent, Grant Morley. But can she find him in time?
He needs the truth. The last person Grant
expects to discover on his annual horseback trip delivering supplies to a Montana
mountain hermit is alluring Miranda Whitley, nearly dead from a bullet wound in
her side. An accidental witness or the cold-blooded accomplice to would-be
assassins?
Miranda must convince Grant of her
innocence, evade the killers intent on preventing her testimony, and fight her
unwanted attraction for the agent…an attraction which seems to be mutual.
Fortunately, love thrives in Emma Springs. If you love sizzling chemistry,
determined assassins, and Montana scenery, then you’ll love Sally Brandle’s
galloping thriller.
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Setting: Our heroine’s pruning
indoor plants in the lobby of Seattle’s Justice Building after hours.
Soft taps
came from a few feet behind her. She tilted her head.
Footsteps? From the stairwell? Miranda released
her grip, and the tree limb sprang free. She swung her head and watched the
branch skim the fly of the trousers on the man now towering over her right
shoulder.
Not Ike.
She froze.
“Oh, didn’t
see you there—” he sidestepped, and her cup scrunched in protest under his big boot.
The lid popped off and the double shot of Kona glugged into a mocha-scented pool.
He jumped
to avoid the puddle. “Energy conservation put you in the shadows. Sorry, I
nailed your coffee.” His swinging backpack missed her nose by inches.
She twisted
her body and scooted her butt until her shoulder jammed against a carved pot.
“I didn’t
mean to frighten you.”
“It’s
okay,” she mumbled, keeping her head lowered to avoid further contact with the
bag-wielding klutz wearing black trousers. Must’ve been him she’d glimpsed a
few minutes ago, while the elevator doors had closed on the floor below Ike’s.
“I’ve never
been attacked by a branch. Must say, you deployed it well,” the deep voice announced.
He stopped directly in front of her.
His hiking
boots made her size-nine high-tops appear dainty.
Not the
shoes of a snobby lawyer or a lost, post-trial pimp trying to find his way out
of the building. Still, the flailing branch served him right for sneaking up on
her. “I didn’t hear you.”
“And I shouldn’t
text and walk,” he said in a lighter, almost sexy tone. “I’m Grant.” He dropped
his pack and stuck out his hand.
An FBI tag
printed ‘GRANT MORLEY’ hung from the bag.
She peered from
under her cap’s brim and gulped.
Him.
Agent of Interest. Her heart took off at a gallop.
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Multi-award winning
author Sally Brandle weaves slow-burning romance into edgy suspense stories.
Sally left a career as an industrial baking instructor to bring to life stories
motivating readers to trust their inner gifts. Her rescue Aussie is her companion
during long spells of writing, bouts of tormenting weeds in her garden, or
afternoons spent riding on the wind with her twenty-eight year old Quarter
Horse. Sign up for her newsletter at www.sallybrandle.com for a free segment of
her latest book, The Hitman’s Mistake. Watch
for the second book in her Love Thrives in Emma Springs series, Torn By Vengeance, which will release on
April 10, 2019. Connect with Sally here:
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