Redemption. B.J. Daniels

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      The hunt for justice…and love…begins

      Jack French has had two long years of prison-ranch labor to focus on starting over, cleaning up his act and making things right. When he comes home to close-knit Beartooth, Montana, he’s bent on leveling the score with the men who set him up. The one thing he doesn’t factor into his plans is beautiful Kate LaFond.

      With adventure-seeking in her blood, Kate’s got big dreams to chase and a troubled past to put to rest. And even though a red-hot connection to a woman with her own set of secrets isn’t part of Jack’s plans, he just can’t resist Kate and the gold cache she’s after…even if it comes at a price.

      But when Kate is accused of murder, he realizes she’s not only a suspect, but a target. In the Montana wilderness, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe from a killer on a quest to rob them of their chance of a new, passionate life with each other.

      Dear Reader,

      I couldn’t help thinking of my dad, Harry Burton Johnson, as I wrote this book. I grew up on stories of lost treasure. What could be more exciting than finding a river of gold hidden in the rocks on some remote mountain?

      Dad loved to travel and believed it was the best education there was for children. Because of that, I’ve tromped around with him all over the West looking for artifacts and other lost treasures.

      If there is anything I’ve learned it’s that the journey really is more important than what lies hidden at the end. I cherish those times with my father—and I love that we live in a world where there is still lost treasure.

      B.J.

      From Redemption

      He had the most amazing smile. Kate figured the devil smiled like that. Mischief danced in his liquid blue eyes. Gold flecks flashed like sunshine on warm water as if inviting her to come in for a dip.

      The calloused pads of his fingertips trailed down from her cheek to the corner of her mouth. This was no urban cowboy. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. His gaze followed it. At first she thought he didn’t feel the uncontrollable shudder that moved through her. But when he glanced from her lips to her eyes again, he gave her a knowing grin.

      She’d had enough of this, she told herself, and, pushing her hands between them, put her palms against his hard chest.

      She opened her mouth to tell him his kind of cowboy charm didn’t work on her, but when she parted her lips to speak, his mouth dropped to hers, robbing her of her breath and her senses.

      Redemption

      B.J. Daniels

      This book is for my father,

      Harry Burton Johnson, the best storyteller I ever knew. He loved nothing better than treasure-hunting stories, after spending most of his life searching for lost treasure of one kind or another.

      Born in a time when women had few choices,

      he encouraged me to live life to its fullest and loved that I became a writer. He taught me to dream that anything was possible. Thanks, Dad. I sure miss you.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

       CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

       EPILOGUE