Where do you run when your life has been stolen from you? Who do you trust? Allison Webster dreams of having an adventure like the characters in the books she loves. But there is no romance in being pursued by a man who wants her dead for educating the children of former slaves. Unlike the heroines she reads about she doesn't have a trusty companion to rescue her...until she literally runs into A.J. Adams, a former Confederate cavalry officer. Now, she just has to convince A.J. he really is the honorable man and hero depicted in the dime novel she is reading.
When everything you fought for, including honor, is stripped away, what is left to fight for but revenge?
Branded a "traitor" for more than ten years, scarred by harsh treatment in an inhumane prisoner of war camp, A.J. Adams wants revenge. Allison Webster's arrival into his life provides the bait to destroy the men who murdered his wife and daughters and kidnapped his little brother. The men pursuing Allison are the very same men he has sworn to kill. Falling in love and admitting he might actually be a hero means surrendering his need for vengeance. Surrender is not part of A.J.'s battle strategy.
Lynda Cox earned both her B.A. in English and history and M.A. in English from Indiana State University. Growing up on a steady diet of John Wayne Westerns and the television series Lassie, Lynda has incorporated those influences into her life. Her historical romance novels are set in the Wyoming Territory and when she isn’t writing she can be found on the road to the next dog show to exhibit her award winning collies.
Being married to one of three local veterinarians and living in a small community, I've noticed people know more about one another than those who live elsewhere. We live in the county seat, so we're on a first name basis with many people. One of those people is our circuit court judge. He uses my husband as his veterinarian and he is one of the most decent, honorable men I have ever had the privilege to know. So, here's to the Honorable JT, Judge. God bless you, sir.
Smolder On A Slow Burn
Fishe banged his gavel, calling for order. He looked right at Allison. “Is this true, ma’am?”