Wyoming Bold
Diana Palmer
Language: English
Pages: 345
ISBN: 0373777248
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author DIANA PALMER is back with a thrilling new story featuring the Kirk brothers of Wyoming
Former border agent Dalton Kirk thought his life was over—literally—when a gang of smugglers left him for dead. Defying all odds, he survives his ordeal and returns to his Wyoming ranch ready to dedicate his future to a more peaceful home on the range. Until lovely Merissa Baker knocks on his door.
Merissa is well aware of her reputation as the local eccentric—she knows things before they happen—and she's had a vision that Dalton is in danger. Even though her beliefs clash with Dalton's cowboy logic, she's determined to save the handsome rancher she's secretly loved forever.
Visions? It's all ridiculous to Dalton…until things start happening that prove Merissa right. And now Dalton is not the only target—so is Merissa. Can Dalton be bold enough to trust the unknown? Is this Wyoming man ready to love?
Merissa,” he pointed out. “Yes. I know.” His expression hardened. “If I’d been here then, he’d never have touched either of you.” Her face lightened, and her eyes widened. “He would have been afraid of you.” He searched her eyes. “Are you? Afraid of me?” She swallowed. “Not so much anymore,” she said. “A little, maybe.” His face softened. “A little?” She shifted on the seat. “Not in the way you mean. You...confuse me. You make me uncomfortable. But not in any way I’ve
back bedroom went off like an explosion. Tank ran ahead of the women, rushed into the room and stopped dead. There was smoke coming from an extension cord. Beside it, a squirrel was squirming in agony. “Oh, dear,” Clara murmured. “I forgot to close the flue in here... Squirrels love to come in the cabin and build nests in the ceiling.” She grimaced. “Is he dead?” Tank picked him up. The squirrel was shivering. “He’s not dead, but he’s going to need some attention. I have a friend
Jon Blackhawk, Senior FBI agent from San Antonio, Texas,” the dark-haired one said politely. “This—” he indicated his companion “—is Garon Grier, he’s SAC at my office.” They both produced credentials for his inspection. He handed them back. “SAC?” Dalton asked, frowning. “Senior Agent in Charge,” Garon replied. He smiled. It looked as if he didn’t do it often. “We heard about your visitor. We’d like to talk to you. We’re friends of Sheriff Hayes Carson, from Jacobs County. He’s
scars and winced. “This must have been horribly painful, Dalton,” she said. He liked the way his given name sounded on her lips. She was soft and warm and sweet. He looked at her mouth and ached to catch it under his. The way she was touching him was very arousing. He bent and took her lips softly under his. “You taste like black coffee,” he whispered, chuckling. She smiled under his lips. “So do you.” He drew her head down against his shoulder and looked long and deep into
smiled as Tank got out of the truck and came up the steps. “She said you’d come,” Clara said with a sheepish smile. “She’s lying down with a migraine headache,” she added worriedly. “She woke up with it, so the medicine isn’t working very well.” “Medicine from a doctor?” Tank asked softly, and with a smile. Clara lowered her eyes. “Herbal medicine. My grandfather was a Comanche shaman,” she said. His eyebrows arched. “I know, I’m blonde and so is Merissa, but it’s true