The Ash Trilogy
Also available in audiobook
Best read in order
The scream Lena Riddle hears in the woods behind her house is enough to curdle her blood—she has no doubt that a woman is in real danger. Unfortunately, with no physical evidence, the local law officers in small-town Ash, Kentucky, dismiss her claim. But Lena knows what she heard—and it leaves her filled with fear and frustration.
Ezra King is on leave from the state police, but he can’t escape the guilty memories that haunt his dreams. When he sees Lena, he is immediately drawn to her. He aches to touch her—to be touched by her—but is he too burdened by his tragic past to get close?
When Ezra hears her story of an unknown woman’s screams, his instincts tell him that Lena’s life is also at risk—and his desire to protect her is as fierce as his need to possess her.
“If we were really just friends, it would probably confuse the hell out of me, because I don’t have too many friends that stare at me the way you seem to.”
“I sure as hell hope not.” He wanted to see her eyes. He didn’t a damn that she couldn’t see him, he needed to see her. Needed to look into that blue-ice gaze. “I’ve got to be honest here…I really, really planned on giving the ‘friends’ thing a try, but I don’t think it’s going to take.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. “It doesn’t seem to be taking very well, does it?”
“I don’t want to be your friend…or at least I don’t want to be just your friend.”
If You See Her
Book 2 in the Ash Trilogy
Hope Carson may not look like a survivor, but she has escaped an abusive ex-husband and recovered from a vicious assault. Now she endures the painful memories and suspicious rumors surrounding her involvement in the attack. Her ex is a cop, so the last people she trusts are law enforcement officials—and she certainly doesn’t trust how the local DA makes her feel inside.
Remy Jennings should know better. He has no business falling for a woman who he suspects may have a deeply troubled mind. And even if he did make a move, she’d bolt like a frightened rabbit. But how can he deny a burning desire that threatens to consume him? As Hope’s past catches up with her in the worst way, Remy is determined to break through her defenses, earn her trust, and keep her safe in his arms—before it’s too late.
He wanted to touch her…he wanted it so bad, he hurt with it, ached with it, would have gone to his knees and begged it he thought it would have done any good.
Instead, he jammed one hand into a pocket, closed it in a fist.
The other, he used the tip of his finger and used it to lift her chin.
He had just a second to see her eyes flare wide before he dipped his head and brushed his mouth against hers. Just the lightest brush—hardly enough to even get a taste.
Still, that one taste blistered through him, rushed through him, setting his blood to boil.
He heard her gasp, felt it…and as her lips parted against his, he wanted, desperately to tease that slight opening with his tongue, see if he couldn’t coax her mouth into opening for him, just a little more.
Instead, he whispered against her lips, “I’ve wanted to do that from the first second I laid eyes on you.”
If You Know Her
Book 3 in the Ash Trilogy
Nia Hollister doesn’t scare easily. Come hell or high water, she intends to find her cousin’s killer. She returns to Ash, Kentucky, for answers. What she doesn’t expect is to ache with desire every time she sees Law Reilly. If any man can help her escape the nightmares for a while, it’s him. But can she allow herself to take comfort in those strong arms when a murderer still roams free?
Unknown to Nia, as she quietly slips into Law Reilly’s home, is that she’s being watched—by someone who is waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Timing is everything, though he can’t wait forever. If she’s not frightened, she soon will be. Nia has made a vow to find her cousin’s killer. She should be careful what she wishes for.
He already decided he really needed to figure out just what was going on here, whether there even was something here…it was the smart thing to do. The logical thing. The adult thing.
But as he breathed in, her scent him, low and hard, spreading through him, heating his already overheated blood, fogging an already fogged brain. She lifted a hand, rested it on his chest. “Maybe I can come in for a while…”
“Maybe.” The fog in his brain heated, turned to steam, melting brain cells, turning everything to mush and it only got worse as she stroked her hand up, curled it around his neck, tugging him down for a kiss. “Depends on why you want to come in, though. Not looking to sell me anything, are you?”
Nia chuckled against his lips, then she pulled back and stared into his eyes. “I was thinking about settling up on that raincheck.”
Shit. Screw logical. Screw mature. Screw adult.