Kyle
Red Sky has dreamed of the woman with fire in her hair, but when she comes to
Hazard, Wyoming, something dark and dangerous follows her. She is reclusive,
avoids men, and wears a scarf around her neck to hide a secret. When someone
tries to burn down her seamstress shop, Kyle has to take action—even if it
means pushing her to accept his help in any way he can.
Beautiful
Mia Beckett is a survivor—but only she knows of the horror she’s fled to this
small western town to escape from. Finally, she’s found sanctuary from the
unspeakable evil that has clouded her past and forced her into the solitary
existence she lives. To allow Kyle into her life would put him in harm’s way,
and Mia is not about to let that happen—not to someone who cares so much for
her.
But
Kyle has other ideas. Visions and dreams are sacred in his Lakota heritage, and
can’t be ignored. Mia is in grave danger, and he is determined to not only
protect her but to show her he will lay down his life for her. When the demon
from Mia’s past follows her to Hazard, Kyle stands beside her to battle for
their future. Love has never been more powerful than when Kyle Red Sky tells
Mia, “I DREAM OF YOU…”
But
will they live to see those dreams come true?
EXCERPT
Kyle kicked
open the door of his mother’s former dress shop despite the sign that read, No Men Allowed. The raging fire upstairs
in the private quarters made this an emergency, certainly enough to ignore that
sign. Smoke began to fill the shop as he raced up the stairs calling out the
name of the new shop owner. “Miss Beckett! Miss Mia Beckett, where are you?”
As he reached
the landing of the second floor, he heard someone cough nearby. With the wet
blanket wrapped around him he rushed toward the direction of the cough until he
found the woman lying on the floor almost unconscious from smoke inhalation. As
soon as he removed the wet blanket from himself and wrapped her in its
protective layer, he scooped Miss Beckett up in his arms to carry her away from
the flames and smoke. The scarf she wore fell away from her neck and her head
lolled back against his chest to reveal a thin, straight scar that ran all the
way across her throat from her left ear to her right. It wasn’t an old scar, most
likely no more than two or three months in the past. She attempted to raise a
hand as if to cover her throat and replace the silk scarf. He’d always seen her
wear a scarf of some kind or another around her neck since her arrival in town.
Now he knew all those scarves were not her unique sense of fashion, but her
desire to hide the scar. She was a woman attempting to keep a secret.
In a whisper he
could barely hear, she said, “Please, don’t let them see.” And then she fell
unconscious.
