When you seek revenge for injustice…
FBI Agent Travis Dean’s mother was murdered eighteen years ago. Pursuing redemption, he runs smack dab into a spicy Native American sheriff.
And find yourself at wit’s end with no solution in sight…
Sheriff Alexa Mock needs to solve her best friend’s murder. FBI agents arrive offering help with the case when the only clue is linked to Agent Dean’s mother’s cold case in Maine.
You accept help from unlikely sources…
Alexa joins Travis on a fact finding mission where they discover more clues and unearth a deadly connection to an underground organization hell bent on taking out the FBI’s SIU7 team.
While your heart ends up engaged in a battle of its own.
Will they find the killer and slow down the organization’s momentum? Can Alexa tame Travis’s wild heart before time runs out for everyone and everything?
Kat threw open the door of her hotel room for the fourth time in thirty minutes, only to find a very impatient Travis Dean leaning against the railing.
"Aren't you ready yet? Alex said she'd be at the diner at seven and it's..." he looked down at his watch so he missed the face Kat made, "...almost six-thirty."
"Like I told you five minutes ago and twenty before, I will be ready before seven. You do know the diner is a five minute walk from here, don't you? Hell, I can almost see it from here."
His breath puffed out with his frustration, which tickled Kat. It made her want to laugh.
"Look. I can tell you have a thing for the sheriff. I also know you want to get to work on the case. Trying to rush me is only going to slow me down."
Travis's shoulders dropped. He lifted his hands using air quotes. "I don't have a ‘thing' for the sheriff. Sure, she's a very attractive woman with an ass that won't quit." A faraway look crossed his face. Kat knew he was picturing what he'd like to do to her, which was something Kat did not want to envision.
She waved her hand in front of his face getting him to snap out of his sexy daydream. "Okay. I'll be ready in ten minutes. Why don't you go down and start the car, get the AC going. Make sure you have all the files on your mom's case too."
"Okay. Ten minutes or I'm coming back up here to drag you out."
His goofy smile appeared. She shot him the bird. He turned toward the stairs laughing. Kat closed her door shaking her head. Travis could deny it all he wanted. He and the sheriff were into each other. She'd witnessed all the flirting tossed around last night. She liked the sheriff. She was a tough woman. Women in law enforcement had to be to survive.
She'd just finished putting on her shoes when the room vibrated as if a big truck had pulled into the parking lot or as if a bomb had gone off. The sound of breaking glass suggested the latter. It had her racing for the door. Throwing it open, she bent over the railing of the balcony and gasped. The rental car was engulfed in flames.