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Penelope Wang has been my best friend since I arrived in Echo Valley over a year ago.
I took the chief of police job back then expecting a town that would keep its distance from the outsider. To my surprise, the prettiest woman I'd ever laid eyes on slid in beside me to claim a latte with a spaceship dusted into the foam, commanding my attention.
Five foot nothing. All womanly curves, and smarter than any man I’d met, me included.
I’d been in town for four days, and by the time our cups were empty, I'd told her things I've never told my own mother. I knew instantly she was one to hang on to.
All this time later, I’m still hanging on. Hanging on to every word out of her heart-shaped lips. Hanging on to the smell of her perfume in my truck an hour after she's climbed out of it.
Hanging on to the one rule I don't get to break– don't touch her.
Not when she falls asleep on my couch in my t-shirt.
Not ever.
She's my best friend, and I'm not staying here.
Echo Valley was always a stop on the way to political office back East.
But then Pen goes up a mountain alone, three days before Christmas, and comes back down with something following her.
Headlights in her driveway at two in the morning. Men who know where she lives.
They’re not getting anywhere near her.
Penelope Wang is mine.
They can come through me—and die trying.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I took the chief of police job back then expecting a town that would keep its distance from the outsider. To my surprise, the prettiest woman I'd ever laid eyes on slid in beside me to claim a latte with a spaceship dusted into the foam, commanding my attention.
Five foot nothing. All womanly curves, and smarter than any man I’d met, me included.
I’d been in town for four days, and by the time our cups were empty, I'd told her things I've never told my own mother. I knew instantly she was one to hang on to.
All this time later, I’m still hanging on. Hanging on to every word out of her heart-shaped lips. Hanging on to the smell of her perfume in my truck an hour after she's climbed out of it.
Hanging on to the one rule I don't get to break– don't touch her.
Not when she falls asleep on my couch in my t-shirt.
Not ever.
She's my best friend, and I'm not staying here.
Echo Valley was always a stop on the way to political office back East.
But then Pen goes up a mountain alone, three days before Christmas, and comes back down with something following her.
Headlights in her driveway at two in the morning. Men who know where she lives.
They’re not getting anywhere near her.
Penelope Wang is mine.
They can come through me—and die trying.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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