This is a first time read by this author for me and from the very first page, her poetic and descriptive words had me hooked and totally engrossed in this story. The tale was very suspenseful and intriguing with wonderful characters and plot. I received an ARC copy of this book to which I am writing my honest and voluntary review of. This is book one of the “Love Thrives in Emma Springs” and I just can’t wait to read more about some of the characters we have already briefly meet and the wonderful place this book was set in. This is a sweet read that anyone can enjoy, that will have enough intrigue to be a real page-turner. Red the mule has to be one of my most favourite animal characters in any book I have read and his relationship with Miranda was sweet and loving.
Miranda Whitley witness an attempted murder one night in the Seattle Justice Building while finishing up her work for the night. Miranda soon found herself on the run as she learns there was no one she could trust in the police department in Seattle. She decides to run to Emma Springs in the search for FBI officer who she had met while at work. She had to run for her life if she wanted to survive. A shooting was the last thing Miranda want to get in the middle of as she was still coming to terms with her past and family.
Grant Morley was very aware of Miranda well before the night he literally bumped into her coffee cup in the Seattle Justice Building lobby. He was on his way home to Montana to help his Dad out doing a supply run up the Mt Hanlen. On his trip up the mountain, he was very surprised to come across Miranda injured on the mountainside with her trusty Mule by her side. Is Miranda an accidental witness to a crime or an accomplice to the assassination attack on a Judge?
The relationship between Miranda and Grant her FBI bodyguard develops slowly and naturally during this book as Miranda fights to keep alive. With a hitman after her to keep her from testifying, life soon becomes complicated and dangerous for everyone around her.
Can Grant do his job without Miranda effecting his judgment on the job to protect her and everyone else within this case?
Could she ever love a man that wore a Gun every day?
Grant loved his job as an FBI agent but was that a life he could put Miranda into?
Setting: Our heroine’s pruning indoor plants in the lobby of Seattle’s Justice Building after hours.
Soft taps came from a few feet behind her. She tilted her head.
Footsteps? From the stairwell? Miranda released her grip, and the tree limb sprang free. She swung her head and watched the branch skim the fly of the trousers on the man now towering over her right shoulder.
Not Ike. She froze.
“What in the hell? Oh, didn’t see you there—” he sidestepped, and her cup scrunched in protest under his big boot. The lid popped off and the double shot of Kona glugged into a mocha-scented pool.
He jumped to avoid the puddle. “Damn energy conservation put you in the shadows. Sorry, I nailed your coffee.” His swinging backpack missed her nose by inches.
She twisted her body and scooted her butt until her shoulder jammed against a carved pot.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s okay,” she mumbled, keeping her head lowered to avoid further contact with the bag-wielding klutz wearing black trousers. Must’ve been him she’d glimpsed a few minutes ago, while the elevator doors had closed on the floor below Ike’s.
“I’ve never been attacked by a branch. Must say, you deployed it well,” the deep voice announced. He stopped directly in front of her.
His hiking boots made her size-nine high-tops appear dainty.
Not the shoes of a snobby lawyer or a lost, post-trial pimp trying to find his way out of the building. Still, the flailing branch served him right for sneaking up on her. “I didn’t hear you.”
“And I shouldn’t text and walk,” he said in a lighter, almost sexy tone. “I’m Grant.” He dropped his pack and stuck out his hand.
An FBI tag printed ‘GRANT MORLEY’ hung from the bag.
She peered from under her cap’s brim and gulped.
Agent of Interest. Her heart took off at a gallop.