At Last E-Book

Carissa Marks

• Herausgeber: Carissa Marks
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Catching the love of her life with another woman sent Rayna back to New Orleans, and right into harms way. During a trial for the murder of her ex husband, her father signs the old homestead over to her. Feeling the need to be out of Dallas and near her sisters, she packs up and heads back to Wyoming and the small cow town she hailed from. Death follows her.Cort is determined to win back the woman he loves -if he can keep Rayna alive long enough for her to realize, they belong together.

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AT LAST

Carissa Marks

CRAZYTOWN

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Copyright © 2017 by Carissa Marks

Published by Crazytown

Interior design by Pronoun

Distribution by Pronoun

ISBN: 9781508074991

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

READERS, WHILE I HOPE you fall in love with the series, I need to tip my hat to the real heart and soul of these operations. SAWs is a fictional group, however, there are many organizations which are real and your involvement would be welcome.Check out www.dogsondepoyment.org a national organization to aid service members in providing a safe harbor for much loved pets-and more.

https://www.k9sforwarriors.org/K9s For Warriors is dedicated to providing service canines to our Warriors suffering from Post-traumatic Stress Disability, traumatic brain injury, and/or military sexual trauma as a result of military service post-9/11.

http://www.avenueofflags.com/canines-vets/Canines for Vets is a volunteer program of the Avenue of 444 Flags Foundation, 501(c)3 dedicated to helping veterans and dogs in need. Our mission is to train rescued dogs to be well mannered, loving companions to those veterans who need them.

All three organizations are non-profits, they can use your help. We are losing twenty-two vets a day, that needs to be addressed also. One quick internet search could save a life.

CHAPTER ONE

LOOKING AT IT WASN’T going to help the situation. Blazing blue glittered nails raked her hair back, as she surveyed one of the few things that scared the hell out of her. One way or the other, the car needed to come off the carrier and there wasn’t too many miscreants she could bribe on the streets of Whitehall. Just as she was ready to start cussing her lack of luck, she saw someone who might be her salvation. She jogged across the two lane street. “Cort.” He slid his stained and battered cowboy hat back on his head.

Like a gust of wind, her voice blew his thoughts to places they shouldn’t be. “Rayna James. I thought you were…” his words trailed off when he saw the yellow-green bruise running her jawline. “Who the hell did that?” She watched his eyes darken with anger.

“Long story Cort, besides,” her head shook, with a deep sigh she waved a hand in the air, as if to erase a bad memory. “Look, it doesn’t matter, but I need a favor and there’s damn few people I can ask.” Something in her deep blue eyes said what her words didn’t.

“What’s that?”

She nodded to the moving truck with the car carrier behind it. “I need someone to get the car off there for me. I’d do it, but it scares the hell out of me.” His chuckle was better than she thought she’d get. At least he was amused. Lord almighty, he still looked like a calendar guy. All muscles and sexiness swathed in denim.

“Over at Bart’s?” Rayna nodded. Silly question he realized, Bart had the only truck rental in town. “Sure, I’ll follow you over and get it off there for ya.” Relief washed through her, her shoulders slumped as her hand ran back through her hair.

“Thanks Cort. I appreciate it.” Rayna ran back to the truck, but not before he had seen the first glimmer of tears in her eyes.“Girl, what the hell did Dallas do to you?” He resettled his hat and climbed into the cab of his truck. In his rearview mirror he caught three old bats from the women’s church group on the sidewalk; he knew they were talking about Rayna. It annoyed him in ways he hadn’t planned on. “Jesse is going to flip when he hears this…among others.” He followed her out to Bart Thomson’s garage, backed her car off and into a parking space and then disconnected the car carrier. “So if it scares ya, how did it get up there?” Cort had decided he’d ask her a hundred questions if it kept her in front of him for a while. Damn, she still looks as good as she did then.