Survivor Pass, Book Five, Redemption
Mountain Historical Western Romance Series
“The
Redemption Mountain series is as good as historical romance gets—vivid
settings, memorable characters, love, and lots at stake. Shirleen Davies knows
how to bring the old west to life. You feel as if you've traveled, with the
characters, to the frontier. I hope there will be more to come!” Book Review
He
thought he’d found a quiet life…
Cash Coulter settled into a life
far removed from his days of fighting for the South and crossing the country as
a bounty hunter. Now a deputy sheriff, Cash wants nothing more than to buy some
land, raise cattle, and build a simple life in the frontier town of Splendor,
Montana. But his whole world shifts when his gaze lands on the most captivating
woman he’s ever seen. And the feeling appears to be mutual.
But
nothing is as it seems…
Alison McGrath moved from her
home in Kentucky to the rugged mountains of Montana for one reason—to find the
man responsible for murdering her brother. Despite using a false identity to
avoid any tie to her brother’s name, the citizens of Splendor have no intention
of sharing their knowledge about the bank robbery which killed her only
sibling. Alison knows her circle of lies can’t end well, and her growing for
Cash threatens to weaken the revenge which drives her.
And
the troubles are mounting…
There
is danger surrounding them both—men who seek vengeance as a way to silence the
past…by any means necessary.
Survivor
Pass is book five in the Redemption Mountain historical western romance series.
It is a full length novel with an HEA.
Excerpt
Alison’s breath
hitched when she felt Cash’s hands grip her waist, but she couldn’t pull away,
didn’t want to break the contact. His large palms and strong fingers almost
spanned her slim body, drawing her closer as his gaze held hers.
She’d been kissed
once by a boy from a neighboring farm. It had lasted seconds and made no
impression, other than causing her to grimace and swipe an arm across her
mouth. He’d wanted to do it again. Instead, she’d pushed him away, turned, and
ran as fast as possible back to her home. Her feelings today couldn’t be more
different.
Although unwise and
against all her plans, Alison looked up, her tongue darting out to moisten her
lips. She closed her eyes at the feel of his lips brushing hers.
On a low groan,
Cash slanted his mouth over hers, ignoring the warnings in his head in favor of
the sensations she made him feel. Warmth spread through his body as she allowed
him to take control, sweeping his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted on
a sigh. She tasted of coffee and pie. He couldn’t get enough and deepened the
kiss, tightening his hold, aligning his body with hers. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, brushing her fingers through his hair.
Her taste, touch,
and unique scent messed with his rational thought and common sense. For a man
used to dealing with situations in cool, dispassionate logic, Cash felt all
control slip away as their embrace and actions became more zealous.
Knowing he had to
stop before the passion caused them both to lose all restraint, he broke the
kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing unsteady and ragged.
Taking a step back,
Alison looked into eyes reflecting the same desire and confusion she felt. When
he placed one more kiss on her forehead, she inhaled a deep breath, touching a
finger to her still sensitive lips.
Clearing his
throat, Cash grasped her hand in his. “We should be going before we lose sight
of the path.”
Unable to form a
coherent thought, Alison nodded, leaving her hand in his as he guided her off
the hill and back toward town. Neither of them spoke until they stood outside
the door to her shop. At least the time had allowed her to get her breathing
and erratic heartbeat under control.
“Thank you for a
wonderful evening, Cash. It was…well…unexpected.”
Eyes dark and
hooded, he pulled her close for one more kiss before setting her aside so as
not to draw attention from those few people still on the street. Clearing his
throat, he glanced around, searching for control.
“I’ll come by at
noon tomorrow and we’ll head out to the Pelletier’s. That is if you’re still
interested in going with me.”
“Yes, I’d like to
go if you’re certain they won’t mind.” She sucked in a breath, realizing they’d
be alone during the ride, posing a temptation she didn’t need. Alison wrapped
her arms around her waist to help control the shivers from their brief, intense
kiss. “Perhaps it would be best for me to wait. I don’t want to impose.” She
let her gaze slowly move from his chest to the opening at the top of his shirt
before traveling to his face, which now held an easy smirk.
“You’re not afraid
to be alone with me, are you, Mrs. Burns?”
He leaned forward, his warm breath washing over her cheeks, his lips brushing
hers.
Drawing away and
straightening her shoulders, she glared at him. “Of course not, Mr. Coulter.”
Moving close to her
ear, he lowered his already husky voice. “You should be, Alison.”
Bio:
Shirleen Davies writes romance—historical, contemporary, and
romantic suspense. She grew up in Southern California, attended Oregon State
University, and has degrees from San Diego State University and the University
of Maryland. During the day she provides consulting services to small and
mid-sized businesses. But her real passion is writing emotionally charged
stories of flawed people who find redemption through love and acceptance. She now lives with her husband in a beautiful
town in northern Arizona.
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