Smith Pact Duo Book Tour & Giveaway

Pact Duo Book 1
Ja’Nese Dixon
NA Romance

stolen her heart, it’ll take luck to get it back.

her luck, one evening after too many shots, Yuki wakes naked tangled
in Dylan’s expensive sheets. Yuki Smith doubts her mother’s
judgment on men, life, and definitely on naming her “lucky.”
Jameson is her twin’s best friend and all the things she’s not.
Filthy rich, focused, and drop-dead gorgeous. And beneath it all he
is a really great guy. Then he messed it all up by asking for what
she could not give, commitment.
Dylanheads to Ireland, somehow he took her luck with him. Now
Yuki must board a plane to god-knows-where, to encounter
god-knows-what, hoping for a chance to tell Dylan the truth. Because
he’s captured her heart and something tells Yuki she’ll
need luck to get him back.


become lovers in Yuki’s Luck with strong family ties, alpha men,
and professional women in beautiful Dublin Ireland.  This BWWM
romance will have you happily reading non-stop until the last word.


Pact Duo Book 2

with her sexiest f*ck-him dress and a hall pass…

Smith is a complicated man. He’s hardworking, loving, but distant.
And the only way Jasmine Smith can have him fully is to make him
think he’s lost her for good.
up she asks for a hall pass and he said yes.
holding back her tears, he witnesses the crime scene: her string
bikinis, lingerie, and her sexiest f*ck-him dress are packed and
aimed to kill. 
books a flight for a week in Cancun with Yuki, her friend and his
sister, willing to do whatever it takes to get his attention. 
trip will be the death or rebirth of her marriage. It’s up to Asher
to decide.



in love is easy. Staying in love presents a challenge for this
couple. On the rocks, an alpha male and strong woman will push their
love to the limits. This novella will have you glued to the couch
until…The End.


Pact Duo Book 3

it comes to love, age ain’t nothing but a number.

Smith had to open her big mouth when she promised Asher and Yuki, her
grown children, that she’d open her heart to love. And she intended
to keep that promise until she learned dating ain’t what it used to
there are apps for that. Not to mention speed dating, blind dates,
and singles gatherings. To top it all off, there’s Netflix and
chills, and social media.
help her.
a widow with nothing to lose, hoping for a second chance at her
happily ever after, even if it means surviving absurd dates and
kissing a few toads to find a suitable, mature man. 
when Jaxon Reinheart unexpectantly adds his name to her dance card,
Rhonda throws caution to the wind. The much younger, single dad,
plans to show her that love and chivalry are alive and well.
let him.


May/December romance between a widower and a single dad that begins
with a family pact. This BWWM romance features alpha men, strong
women, and a family defined by love not blood. 
Dixon writes tales of romance laced with strong women and stronger
men. My happily ever afters are meant to inspire. So, if you’re
looking for a page turner that will leave you blushing, with your
heart racing, and lying to yourself about reading “just one more
chapter” then grab a book.
is an avid reader and coffee drinker, who also loves to run, cook,
and quilt (and not in that order). Her ultimate goal as a writer is
to give you a little “staycation” with every story.
calls Houston home with her husband, three kiddos, and a four-legged
diva dog. Visit her website at if you
enjoy romance, suspense, and good sweet & spicy stories that


“Do you have a reservation?” A man in a penguin suit asks from behind a podium. I glance over his shoulder,
and the inside is formal with white linen and soft candles. It echoes one sentiment, romantic.
No Dylan. No Dylan. No Dylan. This chant isn’t working as images of his smile, his eyes and a low rate hum
ensue. The one I get every time I think about him. Every time I see him. It happens more frequently. This will
not help.
Before Asher married Jazz the three of us did everything together. Then our three became two. It felt odd
without Asher at first. Over the past year, it became something we did. Every Saturday. Movies. Museums.
Missing our third wheel this time alone feels intimate. And although our secret meetings aren’t really a secret
we have never had a candlelight dinner. But this is the address he sent by text this morning.
“Ma’am.” His annoyed glare bores into me.
“Ah, Jameson, Dylan Jameson.” He scans a list under a reading lamp, my stomach’s in knots.
“Dylan, what are you doing?” I whisper searching the room for his familiar face.
“I want to celebrate your birthday.” His silky voice holds a challenge. I stumble back connecting with his chest.
“We shouldn’t.” Dylan steps closer planting his large hands on my hips.
“Of course we should.”
“Sir.” The suit insists.
“Give us a second.” Dylan turns me to face him as he scans my body from head to toe. A singe of heat
accompanies his roaming appraisal of my black dress paired with silver heels.
“Yuki. Join me. Or I could celebrate your birthday alone.” I see his smile before his head falls.
“How do you plan to celebrate my birthday without me?” I punch him in the arm. “You don’t have to do this.” I
glance again over his broad shoulders at the impatient suit.
“I know how important twenty-seven is to you.”
I don’t buy luck. However, on my seventh birthday, Momma adopted me. I graduated college at seventeen.
Twenty-seven looks as promising as the others. This is the downside of knowing him for most of my life.
There are very few secrets between us. I stare up into his blue eyes, and I shiver.
“We could dine upstairs,” he offers.
Taking a deep breath. Upstairs means fewer eyes, we would be alone. Alone, alone. But this is Dylan, we’ve
spent time alone before. I roll my shoulders back and close the space between us.
“What’s upstairs?”
“My penthouse suite.”

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The Enigma of a Widow Book Tour & Giveaway


Enigma of a Widow
Widows of Aristocracy Book 2
Linda Rae Sande
Historical Regency Romance
lost her husband in the Battle of Ligny, Lady Lydia Barrymore is
determined to resume her work for the Foreign Office when her
mourning period is over. She’s spent a year solving puzzles and
assembling dissected maps to maintain her skills. Her first
assignment has her perplexed, though – do what she must to help a
fellow operative recover his sanity. Although she finds the man
rather beautiful, Sir Donald has also proved most annoying.
knighted Adonis Truscott returned from the Continent with a tendency
to get lost in his thoughts. His frequent episodes of staring into
space have his sister claiming he’s a candidate for Bedlam – and he’s
not about to argue. He doesn’t always remember where or when he was
when he recovers, but he remembers he made a promise, and he’s
determined to keep it. A promise to provide protection for Lydia,
whether she wants it or not.
a puzzle’s directions require Lydia to solve it with the help of
Adonis, she discovers the man harbors secrets that may be impossible
to reveal. With her own sanity in jeopardy – a year-long mystery
involving her late husband may be more annoying and dangerous than an
errant knight – Lydia will have to piece together a solution that
suits them both in The Enigma of a Widow.


self-described nerd and lover of science, Linda Rae spent many years
as a published technical writer specializing in 3D graphics
workstations, software and 3D animation (her movie credits include
SHREK and SHREK 2). An interest in genealogy led to years of research
on the Regency era and a desire to write fiction based in that



fan of action-adventure movies, she can frequently be found at the
local cinema. Although she no longer has any fish, she follows the
San Jose Sharks. She makes her home in Cody, Wyoming. See her
upcoming books on her website:


The thought of viewing artwork created more than a millennia ago excited Lydia. That
someone had the skills to cut and carve marble into such detailed works of art meant the
ancestors of humanity weren’t the barbaric creatures she had been warned of whilst still in the
schoolroom in Merriweather Manor.
For every Spartan, there had been an Athenian, after all.
Viewing statues of mostly naked men would have been nearly impossible if there were too
many others with her in the Gallery. On a day such as this, she had the room to herself.
She didn’t exactly study the statues, but surreptitiously surveyed them as she slowly
walked around each one. She found them intriguing. Men nowadays weren’t so very different
from those of two- or three-thousand years ago, she decided, although she only had experience
with the two from current times. Perhaps the Greeks were more beautiful. Youthful, mayhap. Or
perhaps they only depicted younger subjects because it was difficult to carve wrinkles into
The reclining man before her was definitely youthful, his body barely muscled, his face
relaxed as if he were sleeping. She could almost feel his soft breaths as he lay there, one arm
raised above his head and angled so its hand was atop his curly hair whilst the other was bent
with its hand resting beneath his chin. He wasn’t entirely naked but wore a cape tossed over one
shoulder, and the folds of a skirt were strewn about his mid-section. His feet sported sandals with
leather ties wrapped about his thick ankles.
Awareness of another’s presence in the gallery had the hairs on the back of her neck
The sensation of a soft breath wafted over her shoulder again, this time bearing the
slightest hint of sandalwood and spice cologne. Stiffening where she stood, Lydia realized
someone was standing directly behind and to her left. A man, no doubt, given the scent of his
cologne. She was about to put voice to a complaint, but he put voice to a most audacious claim
before she had a chance.
“I’ve been told I look exactly like him,” the male voice whispered, almost in her ear.Lydia carefully stepped to the right and turned slightly, amazed to see that, yes, the intruder
did indeed look exactly like Adonis. Or Endymion sleeping on Mount Latmos, if one
remembered the label mounted next to the block of marble. He was also impeccably dressed in a
superfine navy topcoat, an elaborately embroidered waistcoat in red and gold, and buckskin
breeches that, at the moment, left absolutely nothing to the imagination as far as his muscular
thighs and the bit of anatomy that was located just above them. A quick glance at his tasseled
boots, and Lydia was sure she could see her reflection. One of his gloved hands was pressed onto
the top of a cane handle decorated in ornately-patterned silver plate while the other held what
appeared to be a sketchpad.
“You do, in fact,” she murmured, her gaze darting back and forth between the statue and
his living twin. “Are you related, perhaps?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.
“My mother must have thought so. She named me Adonis,” he replied with an equally
arched eyebrow.

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So Glad to Meet You Book Tour & Giveaway



Glad to Meet You
Lisa Super
YA Contemporary Fiction, Romance

Date: 7/31/18

once bitingly funny and strikingly poignant, Lisa Super’s powerful
debut touches on grief, identity, and first love, the perfect read
for fans of John Green, Mary H. K. Choi and Rainbow Rowell.”
–Julia Lynn Rubin, author of Burro Hills
and Oliver have almost nothing in common…

Daphne Bowman, a bookish drama nerd in public school, might never
have crossed paths with Oliver, the popular, outgoing mascot for his
private school’s football team, but one event has bound them
inextricably. Daphne’s older sister, Emily, and Oliver’s older
brother, Jason, who were high school sweethearts, committed suicide
together seven years earlier.

When Daphne uncovers
Emily and Jason’s bucket list–a list comprised of their “Top
Ten” places to visit before they die–she knows she has to tell
someone. The one person who might actually get what she’s going
through and who might not think it’s silly that she wants to complete
the list, is also someone she’s never spoken to–Oliver Pagano.
Throwing caution to the wind, Daphne sends Oliver a Facebook message
that will come to change the course of both of their senior
years–and maybe their entire lives.

Tackling grief with a
wry voice and an unflinching eye, So Glad to Meet You tells the story
of two people who, in searching for what they’ve lost, end up finding
what they never knew they needed–each other.





Super is a brunch enthusiast based in Los Angeles. She’s worked on a
number of TV shows ranging from pop culture phenomenons (Flavor of
Love) to traumedy gold (One Mississippi). While every day in LA is an
adventure, traveling with her husband across the globe is her
favorite hobby. SO GLAD TO MEET YOU is her first novel.

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The Summer Sisters Trilogy Book Tour & Giveaway

Summer Sisters Book 1
Teresa Keefer
Paranormal Romance
Summers was quite content with her life. A peaceful farm tucked in a
wooded area by the lake with her pets for company. A shop in the
small tourist town where she sells a potpourri of items that reflect
everything about her. She’s at peace. She’s Wiccan.



Farmer is the local sheriff. Small town boy who went to the big city
and joined the police force. Then he came home where he belonged. He
is deeply rooted in his Native American heritage.




had grown up knowing that there was more to the world that could be
explained or seen. But neither of them knew that their peaceful lives
could be disrupted in an instant by a legend long buried. A tale that
had been told to them by Logan’s grandmother when they were young
along with a warning that the ancient legend could replay during
their lifetime.



was it really an ancient paranormal evil come to roost or were the
recent events merely the doings of a warped human mind? Or had the
human’s events shaped the return of the evil?


Summer Sisters Book 2
TeaganSummers has a secret that she thought she had tucked away forever.
That is, until she was summoned to her home town of Lakewood to help
with banishing an ancient evil that had come to pay a visit to the
sleepy town. Then, she was faced with another woman whose secret
wasn’t so secret anymore.



Brock knew he had to help his friend, Logan Farmer. Logan had helped
him out too many times to turn his back and say no. However, he
didn’t realize that he would be called upon to pull out his law
license to defend a poor woman who had killed and mutilated her
husband on Halloween night. And he sure never expected to have to
deal with spoiled Teagan Summers as part of it.



and Teagan join forces as they work valiantly to not only defend a
murderess, but to help Teagan’s sisters and Logan Farmer as they
battle an unseen evil that threatens to destroy the small town of
Lakewood. And as they work together, they also form a tentative truce
that they both know could lead to more.


Summer Sisters Book 3
Summers had spent most of her adult life trying to find herself. The
youngest of the three Summer Sisters, she just couldn’t resist sowing
her wild oats and she had done it across the country. When her
sister, Alana, had summoned her to come home to Lakeview because she
was needed to do her part to hunt down and destroy an evil entity
which had been playing havoc on her hometown, she did so with the
intention of returning to her stand-up comedy gig in Las Vegas. She
had no idea her brief trip home would turn to months and that she
would end up finding out who she really was. Or that she would find
herself face to face with a man who could get her to want to settle



Michaels had been born and raised to be a farmer. It was what he did
best. So, when the opportunity to be the foreman at a farm near a
place called Lakeview, he had jumped at the chance. What he hadn’t
planned on was getting sucked into a paranormal nightmare. Things he
couldn’t even begin to fathom. Including finding himself deeply
attracted to a woman who could create magic with the tips of her



the conclusion of the Summer Sisters trilogy comes to an end, will
they be able to destroy the force that had unearthed itself from its
deep dark grave to destroy them?


Keefer is an indie romance author with an avid love of books. She
started writing poetry in high school and after encouragement from a
dear friend, wrote her first full length romance novel in 2007.
Coming Home was finally released as a self-published book in




holds an MBA in Human Resources and attended law school for two
years. She lives in rural Indiana with a menagerie of animals and
enjoys the peace of working in the garden and yard of her home. She
has three adult daughters and seven grandchildren and enjoys
crafting, cooking, reading, and studying spirituality in her spare
time when she’s not writing or working at her day job.

Her household includes a spoiled dog, three cats, two goats and a
stubborn miniature horse. 



Alana sat gazing into the fire she built earlier in the day to drive off the chill from the rain that fell
steadily down and battered against the tin roof of her little cabin. Normally, she would have enjoyed
the music created by the rain. It was normally a soothing sound to her. But tonight, something kept
sending chills up her spine as if in warning of some impending crisis. She shivered then, as the chill
became more pronounced when she thought about it. Pulling the heavy crocheted afghan around her
more tightly, she scooted her chair closer to the fire and rested her feet on the thick, tri-colored fur of
her mixed breed dog, Buddy. The big animal was laying on the rag rug by the hearth. He snorted in his
sleep and rolled on his back to expose his belly. Part bloodhound, part St. Bernard, and part God only
knew what, he still played like a puppy even though he was nearing six years old this winter.
“You’re such a silly dog, you even want your belly rubbed in your sleep.” She laughed and ran her
stocking foot along his chest. The big dog was a comfort to her on nights like this. Alana wasn’t afraid to
be out here, in the middle of nowhere, alone. It was just that tonight, something troubling was brewing
and it was pricking at the edges of her peace.
The day had started out like most of her early autumn days. Getting up well before the sun came up, she
had done some yoga, meditated and gave thanks for the many blessings life had given her. Breakfast
had been a healthy combination of fruit, yogurt and granola with a cup of Irish breakfast tea sweetened
with honey from the local beekeeper. After Buddy and Anastasia, her cross-eyed white Siamese cat had
been fed, she spent some time cutting lavender and collecting ripe vegetables from her garden. Since
the day had been sunny, she decided to leave the truck in the barn and ride her bicycle the three miles
into town where she had her shop, Blessed Be.
Blessed Be was her pride and joy. A little bit of everything that Alana loved. She carried candles,
potpourri and soaps made in her kitchen, herbs she grew in her own garden, used and new books, music
CDs, and handmade crafts. Occasionally she would do the occasional spell or reading when it felt right to
do so.
This morning the shop had been especially busy for a week day and she didn’t notice when the clouds
started gathering off to the west, filtering out the sun. She did some accounting work while she ate her
lunch, vegetable soup brought to her by her friend Bessie at the little diner opposite her shop, and
caught up on her internet orders. When the delivery man pulled up out front to collect her shipments,
he shook his head.
“Sure is a long winded storm brewing on the other side of the lake. I hope you drove to work this
morning.” She looked up from her work, a calligraphy piece with an Irish blessing on recycled paper, she
noticed through the front window the dark clouds that appeared to be boiling in the sky. By the time she
closed the shop at five, the clouds were still hanging angrily in the sky but had not moved any closer to
Lakeview, the small town that sat on the northern bank of Victory Lake.
The main street of town ended at the public access beach which boasted a smattering of guest cabins
that were generally full the entire summer. As she rode her bicycle home, she kept a close watch over
her left shoulder and noticed that the clouds were moving along the same path as her own. She got the
first chill up her spine as she rode the bicycle down the lane to her little farm.Sitting here now, she had a feeling something was about to usurp the peacefulness of their small town.
She had circled her cabin and barn with salt, reciting the protection spell her mother taught her and her
sisters many years ago while they were mere children. “It is the most important spell you must learn.”
She could hear her as if she were right in front of her today, even though Rowena was tucked away in
County Kildare in Ireland with Alana’s stepfather Niall Fitzgerald.
Rowena decided when the last of her daughters had turned twenty-one, it was time for her to go in
search of her heritage which led her to Ireland. Alana, being the oldest of the three sisters probably
remembered her father the most. Hobart Summers was a somber man, the exact opposite of their
mother who was always filled with light, laughter and good spirit. He had been a good provider and
when he passed from a sudden brain aneurism at thirty-five, he had left them with enough to live
comfortably until they were all grown.
With her husband gone, Rowena was tired of living in the city and felt drawn to move all of them to
Lakeview where she had worked as the manager to the lake cabins during the tourist season and part
time at the small, local library during the off season.
Alana loved the peaceful solitude here in the country on her farm, and she relished the familiarity of
small town life. Her sisters had chosen entirely different lives. Teagan was the materialistic one of the
three and she had gone to college with the intent of learning something that would land her a wealthy
husband and lifestyle. Not faring well on the first with a messy divorce behind her, she was a travel
agent in Miami, Florida. Riana was the youngest of them, she was still finding her way in life, living like a
modern-day gypsy moving every few months and doing whatever job appealed to her at the moment.
The last Alana knew, she was working as a black jack dealer in Las Vegas.
Alana smiled to herself as she thought of her sisters. She missed them when they weren’t here and
when they were both here for a visit, she spent most of her time and patience mediating between the
younger two. Teagan always judging Riana for her lack of direction and Riana reminding Teagan that she
was the one who had married a drunk playboy that had made sure she didn’t have ‘jackshit’ to show for
it when they got divorced. And when Alana tried to intervene, they both inevitably turned on her and
told her that she was going to live like an old maid the rest of her life if she stayed in this boring hole of a
town. Rowena called weekly to check on all of them, but most of the time the only one that she could
ever get hold of on a regular basis was Alana. “You are such a grounding force for our family, Alana.”
That was always how Rowena ended their calls. Sometimes, Alana didn’t want to be the grounding
force but it was what it was. Alana’s Wiccan element was Earth and that was what Earth did, it
grounded. She reached for her tea and took a sip, enjoying the rich flavor of Earl Grey, her favorite. The
fire crackled and Buddy groaned in his sleep, his back leg jumping as he dreamed of chasing some poor
rabbit or squirrel in the woods. Anastasia was perched on the back of the sofa, her purring so loud that
Alana could hear her from where she sat in her grandmother’s old wing chair on the opposite side of the
room. The lights flickered a bit, but Alana was well prepared after spending the first winter without
electric about half of the time. She had installed a propane powered generator the following spring
which switched on automatically if the power went completely out.
Her cabin was cozy. She didn’t know exactly when it had been built, but she guessed probably in the
early nineteen thirties when Lakeview first became a tourist spot. The property sat three miles from the
town and about three and a half from the main shoreline but in this spot there was a small inlet the size
of a large pond just a few hundred yards behind the barn. The main living area was open with thekitchen to the front on the right side of the entrance with a breakfast bar being the only thing that
separated it from the small dining area that held a round table with two ladder back chairs.
The hand hewn, pine cabinets were plentiful and she had a laundry room off the kitchen which had yet
more pantry storage. Beyond that area was her bathroom with its antique, claw foot tub and a more
recently added modern shower. The sitting area of the living room was to the back of the cabin with a
natural stone fireplace on one wall and bookcases tucked under the open staircase that led to the loft
above. A door was in the middle of the bookcases and that door led to a small guest room where the
previous owners had left twin beds.
A set of French doors faced the back, something that Alana had installed when she moved in so that she
could have a good view of the woods from the covered back porch during the summer and from her
living room in the winter. She used the space in the loft for her bedroom where she had put a king-sized
bed in the middle of the room where the peak of the roof was. Her plan was to someday have a skylight
installed in the roof above her bed so that she could see the moon and stars from her bed at night and
so that the sun shone down on her every morning.
Generally, she watched television in the evening once the sun went down while she either read a book
or did a needlecraft project. Her home was filled with things she had created herself and she loved
books, which was evident by the full shelves under the staircase. Tonight, the satellite dish had gone on
the fritz long before the rain started, so she turned on the CD player and listened to some relaxing
instrumental music while she ate her dinner. Ham and cheese sandwich between two slices of
homemade bread and a handful of sweet potato chips dipped in some caramel sauce.
She pondered how to fill the evening ahead. It had gotten dark early because of the approaching storm,
a stark reminder that as the coming days passed by, winter would be nearer. When she consulted the
earth spirits over the weekend during her Sunday afternoon ritual, they warned of an early winter and
urged her to finish up the harvest as quickly as possible. However, the popcorn was not nearly mature
enough to harvest and would need at least another month. The pumpkins and squash weren’t
completely ripened either and her three apple trees had not fared well this year because of a late freeze
that killed most of the early blooms. But she had heeded their warning and picked what she could,
spending most of the afternoon on Sunday roasting sunflower seeds and stringing peppers to hang in
the laundry room to dry.
The book on the table by her chair beckoned to her. It was a recent best seller by one of her favorite
authors, a romance writer who threw in a little bit of paranormal for a twist. She picked up the book
and tucked her legs up beneath her, the afghan wrapped around her lower body. Maybe reading
something romantic would ease the uncomfortable feeling that still permeated her body.
The sound of the rain on the roof, the crackle of the fire, the softly playing music combined to relax
Alana as she read and she felt her eyelids go heavy. Her breathing became shallow and the book slipped
from her hands onto her lap as she dozed off.
She was running through the woods toward the small inlet behind the barn. The full moon overhead lit
her way through the branches of the trees that had shed a portion of their leaves. Something, someone
was compelling her to come.
Help. Help me. Please help me.

A cloud drifted across the moon and the woods was dark for a moment but it didn’t matter, she knew
these woods like the back of her hand. One of the gifts of having Earth as her own element. Her bare
feet touched the damp ground, the recent rain leaving puddles in some parts of the path that weren’t
covered by the trees.
Why am I here? Oh, yes, the compelling subconscious knowledge that she was needed to help someone.
Suddenly, the woods closed up and the path disappeared. How could this be? This was a familiar path.
Where was Buddy? He had been ahead of me. She tried to call out to him but nothing came out of her
mouth. Had she remembered to ground and protect herself before rushing out of the cabin in the middle
of the night? She couldn’t remember. The moon disappeared completely, only it wasn’t the clouds that
were covering the moon. What is it? It feels bad. Evil. Wicked. She tripped over a root that shouldn’t
have been in her path and felt herself falling. Falling. Falling.
The wind picked up outside the cabin and a branch banged against the window, causing Anastasia to
come off her perch on the back of the sofa and hiss. It was a chain reaction then, with Buddy stiffening
up under her feet and sending out a warning growl. Anastasia growled low in her throat, a warning
growl, then arched her back with the hair standing up. Buddy came to his feet and ran toward the door,
barking vigorously, the sound echoing throughout the cabin.
Alana awoke with a start and took a relaxing breath when she realized she had fallen asleep and was
dreaming. But something was wrong, she could sense it. Buddy was still barking furiously at the door
and as she got up, his tail started wagging and he let out a whine about the same time a knock sounded
at her door. Buddy whined again and pawed at the door.
She blinked the last remnants of sleep out of her eyes and got up from the chair, crossing the wood floor
in her stocking feet. Reaching for the door knob she pushed gently at Buddy with her foot. “Move, you
big lug. I can’t open the door with you in front of it.” The dog complied, his whole body wagging now
and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, ready to give a serious tongue bath to whomever was
on the other side of the door.
When she pulled the door open, a tall, familiar form was standing on her porch under the yellowish
light. His back was to her, but she recognized the jeans clad figure with the holster at his side. Logan
Farmer, the county sheriff, turned to face her and the look on his face was a grim one. “Alana. It’s not
good.” He took a breath, his shoulders lifting and falling with the action. “Old Herman Monroe. I got
the call about an hour ago.” He looked down at his feet for a moment and Alana followed his gaze.
The boots were covered with mud and something else. Blood. She put a hand out to touch his arm.
She and Logan had been friends since they were kids and he had even dated her sister, Teagan, briefly.
Very briefly. “What is it, Logan?”
When he looked up at her, his dark eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “He’s dead, Alana. His wife
went to search for him when he didn’t come in for dinner and she found him in the barnyard. She
thought maybe he slipped in the mud when he was feeding the livestock but when she looked closer, it
looked…” His words trailed off and he appeared to be trying to compose himself before he continued.
This time, when Alana touched his arm she closed her eyes and the image came into her mind as clearly
as if she had seen it herself. The old man lying in the muddy barnyard with his dead eyes staring up in

fear and his throat ripped out. She pulled away, her stomach roiling and tears coming to her eyes. “An
animal? How can that be, Logan?”
He lifted his eyes to meet hers. “You know how as well as I do. We all knew this was going to happen.”


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