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February 20, 2020




This is a story about change, happiness and love.  Mack wants to change her good-girl persona and live a bit more on the edge while Dan has responsibilities that have him living the straight and narrow life of following the law.  While setting a great example for his daughter Chloe.  These are not the lives that both lived when they were younger.


This was an easy read for me with the romance being a steady stream to find love.  Choles characters was a pleasure to read about as was the whole community of Gallant Lake.


Mackenzie Wallace has returned home not when she wanted to but when she had to.  He dad needed her and she needs to find a different side of herself after her divorce.  On her first night back she comes face to face with a boy from her past.  Her brother best friend Danny Adams how was always called “Danger” Dan and was always in the middle of trouble in high school with Ryan. 


She soon learns that Danny Adams is not the bad boy she remembers, he is now Gallant Lake Sheriff Dan Adams.  What has happened in the last 20 years she has been away?


Dan is on patrol at the end of his shift when he sees lights in the liquor store windows.  He always looks out for Carl and even had a key to the shop.  After he slammed the intruder into the wall he got the biggest surprise to learn is was Carl's Daughter Mackenzie - Mack.


Can a bad boy return to his younger self?


Will the girl get her way with the boy she remembers so well?





She’s ready to shed her good-girl ways…

“You’re all about following the rules now?


Mackenzie Wallace hopes there’s still some bad boy lurking beneath single father Danny Adams’s upright exterior. Being the proverbial good girl left her brokenhearted and alone in the past. Now she’s back in town and wants excitement with her high school crush—not love. Dan knows their connection runs deep, despite Mackenzie’s protests. But will their new personas work together—especially when Dan’s secret is exposed?



About the author Jo McNally: Jo McNally lives in upstate New York with 100 pounds of dog and 200 pounds of husband – her slice of the bed is very small. When she's not writing or reading romance novels (or clinging to the edge of the bed...), she can often be found on the back porch sipping wine with friends, listening to an eclectic playlist. If the weather is perfect, she might join her husband on the golf course, where she always feels far more competitive than her actual skill-level would suggest.




Dan returned, thankfully ending the conversation. He handed her a glass, but it wasn’t beer.

“I thought you might want some water to hydrate yourself from all your…uh…activity.”

“In other words, you agree I’ve had enough beer tonight? You’re right—this is not a typical Friday night for me.” Remembering she was here to start a more fun-loving life, she lifted her chin. “At least it wasn’t before tonight.”

Owen leaned forward to make himself heard over the music. “Hey, Dan, you bike, right? A bunch of us are going to do the loop around the lake Sunday. Wanna join us?”

Mack’s eyes went wide. “Dan, you still have your motorcycle? I used to love the way that thing rumbled…”

Kiara’s eyebrows rose, and Mack realized she sounded gushy. But she hadn’t thought of Dan pulling up behind the liquor store on that dark red Harley of his in a long time. He’d been every teenage girl’s bad-boy dream—handsome, reckless and restless. She used to run to the back window when she heard him coming, just to watch him pull that helmet off and run his fingers through his hair, wearing those tight jeans.

Was it hot in here, or was it her memories that were heating her up right now? She gulped down the cold water, nearly emptying the glass in one pull. Dan was saying something. Oh, damn. Dan was talking and she wasn’t even listening…

“…think Owen’s referring to bicycles, not motorcycles.” He nodded toward Owen. “I’ve got Chloe this weekend, so I’ll have to pass.” His mouth slanted into a half grin as he turned back to Mack. “But yes, I still have the old Harley. It’s been in mothballs for a few years, but I can’t seem to part with that last vestige of my misspent youth.”

That bad boy might still be in there…

“You know, I’ve never been on a motorcycle. You should give me a ride sometime…”

Dan coughed and the others laughed. That wasn’t the kind of ride she’d meant, of course. Or was it? Rather than apologize, she just met his gaze and shrugged.

There was a spark of something in his eyes. Interest? He closed them and shook his head, as if chasing away whatever thoughts she’d put there.




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