My latest release is a revamped title that was previously published by Evernight Publishing in 2013.  It was called Tell Me No Lies, but I’ve changed the title to Brady and made it part of my Big Sky Lawmen series.

It was one of my favorites to write so if you didn’t pick up a copy in 2013 that you’ll check it out now.

 

Brady McDermott returned to Spring Valley to pursue his dream job of being the town’s sheriff. When he’s woken in the middle of the night and told some remains have been unearthed, he knows the only outstanding missing person case is that of Ruby Connolly.

 

Brady has a history with the Connolly family, some good and some bad. One of the bad things included hurting Christina Connolly in the worse possible way. Christina is now an attorney and also back in Spring Valley. Can they put their differences aside and work together to find a killer who’s been walking free for a decade? And while doing so can they rekindle their love and prove that everyone deserves a second chance?

Excerpt-

Christina was the last of the family to leave her dad’s house. She looked at her watch. Almost 8 p.m. She had work to do once she got home, and the cake and sandwiches hadn’t exactly filled her.

She’d stop by a restaurant on the way home and get herself a take out.

She’d eat while she finished her work, which with her current caseload could mean she’d be up till midnight.

Putting the key into the door of her car, she sensed someone was approaching her from behind. Her instinct to be aware of your surroundings at all times, which she’d learned by once living in a big city, kicked in immediately. She slowly put her hand inside her purse and fingered the nozzle of her pepper spray. She then gripped the container, ready for action, but suddenly remembered this was Lone Ridge and some people still left their doors unlocked all day and night.

“Christina.”

She recognized the man’s voice. Although her hand relaxed, her mind, along with her body, didn’t. Bree had told her that Brady was back in town so she’d done her utmost to avoid any place of business, even dinner at Bree’s, so they didn’t risk running into one another. Now he’d obviously found her and there was no place to hide.

Might as well get this over and done with and out of the way.

She turned to see him standing a few feet from her. He’d always been handsome, but since the last time she’d set eyes upon him, he’d grown more gorgeous. He made one fine-looking cowboy. No, most cowboys didn’t look quite this good. There was something about the way his cowboy hat sat on his head, the way his legs filled out his black jeans…and yes, the bulge at the front of them was quite something too. Her heart beat faster, looking at his lips and remembering them on her body, and then…

“Sorry if I startled you. I know I shouldn’t creep up behind anyone, but especially women, like that.”

“Yeah, not a good thing to do when she carries pepper spray in her purse. So what did you want?” That had sounded, snappy, defensive even, and she hadn’t meant it to be. But after all, this was Brady.

“I’ve been trying to track you down for most of the day.”

“Yeah, that’s right you’re the sheriff now. I’m pretty sure I don’t have any unpaid parking tickets. And I haven’t been speeding through town.”

“Nope, you haven’t broken any law—well, as far as I know.”

“So are you here on official business or are you trying to catch up on old times?”

Part of her hoped he’d say old times. The other half didn’t want to be foolish enough to think there was a chance of them having any sort of relationship besides him being the older brother of her best friend.

“I suppose you’d classify it as official,” he said.

Her heart sank and it was stupid, she knew, but disappointment washed over her. However, keeping things strictly business was probably for the best.

“Does it have anything to do with one of my clients?”

He shook his head.

“I’m confused. It’s business, but not about a client,” said Christina. She pushed her purse strap higher on her shoulder. He looked down at his cowboy boots, then across at her father’s house, and then back up at her. Whenever he’d looked at her like that, she’d always gone weak at the knees, and the years hadn’t changed that fact. She gripped the car door so hard her knuckles turned white. If he kissed her right now she wouldn’t protest.

And the chances of that are non-existent, so you don’t have anything to worry about.

“Do you think we could go someplace and talk?” he asked.

His baby blue eyes squinted at her and she was sure her heart missed a beat, making it feel like a humming bird was let loose in her chest.

Just what was this about?

“We can’t talk about whatever it is, right here?” asked Christina.

He looked over at her father’s house again, and then back at her, but didn’t respond.

“Okay, how about you stop by my office tomorrow morning?” she asked.

“How about right now? We could drive out somewhere?”

“Sorry, no, I’ve only eaten a sandwich and some birthday cake since noon, and I’m starving.”

“Then let’s talk over supper? I’ll even pick up the tab,” said Brady.

She smiled because time hadn’t changed Brady. Still a guy who can’t take no for an answer. Am I still the girl who can’t say no to him?

Sure she was, but at least now it was on her terms. And the sooner she got this over with, the quicker he’d leave her in peace. Hopefully it would be weeks or even months before they ran into one another again.

“Okay, but these days I can buy my own meals,” she finally said.

“Oh, I’m sure you can.”

“And one more thing,” said Christina. “I get to pick where we eat.”