It was late afternoon when the heat broke. The thick clouds that had been sitting heavy over the…
The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood…
The morning sun spilled through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across Jack Johnson’s workbench as he shaved…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made…
The summer sun was high over Timber Hollow, pouring golden light over dusty pickup trucks, porch swings, and…