I rode thirteen miles into the desert to outrun a funeral I never walked into.
I woke up in 1878.
No gas. No hospitals. No way home. Just a dying town, three brothers who own the water, and a saloon owner with a shotgun under her bar and no patience for men like me.
Ada Mae Bell doesn't need saving. She needs muscle, and she's willing to pay in room, board, and exactly one slice of pie.
I was supposed to be temporary.
Then I fixed her broken piano on a closed Sunday, and I played her something written a hundred and forty years after her death, and everything I'd been running from finally caught me.
I know what happens to her town. I've read it on a plaque.
I know the date. I know the number of graves.
What I don't know is what she'll do when the road opens again — or whether she'll let me choose.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
I woke up in 1878.
No gas. No hospitals. No way home. Just a dying town, three brothers who own the water, and a saloon owner with a shotgun under her bar and no patience for men like me.
Ada Mae Bell doesn't need saving. She needs muscle, and she's willing to pay in room, board, and exactly one slice of pie.
I was supposed to be temporary.
Then I fixed her broken piano on a closed Sunday, and I played her something written a hundred and forty years after her death, and everything I'd been running from finally caught me.
I know what happens to her town. I've read it on a plaque.
I know the date. I know the number of graves.
What I don't know is what she'll do when the road opens again — or whether she'll let me choose.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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