The McBrides Book Three
Releasing August 12th, 2014
There’s a new sheriff in Fallbrook … Meet Dylan McBride.
Jessie Thompson had one hell of a week. Dylan McBride, the boy she loved, skipped town without a word. Then her drunk of a father tried to kill her, and she fled Fallbrook, vowing never to return. Eight years later, her father is dead, and Jessie reluctantly goes home—only to come face-to-face with the man who shattered her heart. A man who, for nearly a decade, believed she was dead.
Dylan accepted the position as sheriff of Fallbrook looking for a fresh start and a chance to uncover the truth about Jessie’s disappearance. He knew he’d have to face a few ghosts … he just never thought one would be Jessie, all grown up, stunning … and alive. The pull between them is instant, but Dylan’s heart has already mourned Jessie, and she has secrets she can never share. Can they escape the darkness of their past for a chance at a bright future together?
Jessie worked on top of the roof of one of the custom homes at the back end of the park in the new housing development. It had become her special project and her own personal torture. With her shoulder and thigh completely healed, if still a little bruised, she’d gotten back to work with a vengeance. Mostly, she worked out her frustration over Dylan. Over the last two weeks, he’d begun a campaign of being there one minute and gone the next. She never knew when he’d show up or be missing. Disconcerting and a little—okay, a lot—annoying. She hammered another nail into the tar paper and sat back on her heels. Scanning the housing development, progress continued even while she’d been gone. Several of the homes were finished, potential buyers arriving daily to walk through and hopefully buy. Work continued on the other homes. Everything ran smoothly. Brian stepped things up while she was away, and he’d become one of James’s go-to guys. He worked hard and made his presence known to others. A good sign, he took his job seriously and worked hard to make things right in his life. On many occasions, he’d thanked her for the work she’d done on the house and told her Marilee was happier than he’d ever seen her. The baby would arrive in a few short weeks, and Jessie couldn’t wait to meet her nephew. That thought put an ache in her belly. As happy as she was for them, she wished the same for herself. As much as she loved Hope, she wanted to have more children. She thought of Will and smiled. Dylan had been purposefully friendly and charming and maddeningly distant. He kissed her like a friend and not the woman he wanted. The last time he’d kissed her like he meant it had been the night he and Will stayed over at her house. He’d kissed her goodnight like it was the beginning of a good night and not the end. He never brought Will with him when he came to see her. “Popped up” described it more accurately. She missed the little boy. Late into the night, she’d been building him his new bed, dresser, and night table. She’d sat for hours drawing out different horses for the carvings. She hadn’t quite gotten it right yet. She planned to sort through what she had again tonight. She’d start on it this evening, since she had nothing better to do anyway. Dylan had been conspicuously quiet for two days. No random calls to check up on her. No showing up with a bag lunch. No leaving her little notes on her car at the grocery store, or some other parking lot, telling her he missed her. No flowers left on her doorstep. She thought of the single red rose left on her roof where she liked to sit outside her window. That one had almost done her in completely. She’d wanted to call him and tell him to come to her house. He made it easy, leaving all his numbers by her phone in the kitchen. For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to make a simple phone call. Probably because there was nothing simple about it. Caught up in thought, she didn’t realize Dylan had driven up in his sheriff’s vehicle. The truck sat below her, but she didn’t see him in it. A smile curled her lips when she felt him straddle her legs from behind and lean in close. His warm breath swept across her ear and cheek. She let the warmth sink deep into her heart. “Hello, gorgeous. I called you from down below, but you were somewhere else. Thinking about me?” He brushed his lips across her earlobe. A shiver rippled through her. He traced the outer edge with his tongue and slid his hands over her hips and held her tight. His whole body curved around hers, his heat seeping into her bones.“ Actually, I was thinking about a very handsome man.
About the Author:
Jennifer lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children. When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one. Her obsession with both is often revealed in the state of her home, and how late dinner is to the table. When she finally leaves those fictional worlds, you’ll find her in the garden, playing in the dirt and daydreaming about people who live only in her head, until she puts them on paper.
Please visit her website at www.jennifer-ryan.com for information about upcoming releases.
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