Hunt Me, Daddy

She put him in a cage for six years.
Now he’s out, and she’s the only one who knows he’s innocent.

I testified against Jace Miller when I was twenty-three and too scared to know better. My father wore the badge. He told me what I saw. He told me it was the truth.

He lied. And now he’s dead, and I’m the one left standing in the wreckage, running a dying bar under his name, in a town that would burn me alive if they knew what I’d done.

Then Jace came home.

Bigger. Colder. Six years of Deer Lodge carved into every inch of him. He should hate me. He does hate me. I can see him deciding, every time he looks at me, whether to ruin me or wreck us both trying.

I should be terrified of him. I am. But someone’s been leaving dead things on my porch. Someone got past my locks. Someone wants the truth about the night that ended everything to stay buried, and they’re willing to bury me with it.

And the only man standing between me and the dark is the one I helped put away.

He says I’m his to break.
He says nobody else gets to touch me.
He says, run from me, sweetheart, I need the exercise.

God help me, I think I might.

Dark. Possessive. Unforgiving.
A standalone second-chance dark cowboy romance with a stalker who won’t stay in the shadows, an ex-con who won’t let her run, and a truth that could get them both killed. HEA guaranteed. Your triggers are not. 18+