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…
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Maddie lay on her back in the center of her massive bed,…