Elysian Hunt

Escaping myself in order to survive the date that almost killed me last year is imperative. Daddy's ship is the perfect place to do it, with no reminders of the past or familiar faces. But finding a body in my car just before boarding is no help at all.

I’m the top female sharp-shooter in the US, so it makes sense, I guess. Only I didn’t do it. Running is my only option in order to figure who framed me, and exactly what happened in that Cincinnati hotel room.

There’s no way I can resist heading out to Gran’s Montana ranch when she contacts me out of nowhere. Not when my mother is the only family I’ve ever known. Not even with the shiver of apprehension running down my spine when I drive through the huge timber gates.

Have you ever had a day that made you want to curl up with coffee and essential oils? Me too, but all I get is a body in the stairwell, and a handsome detective who makes putting a full sentence together an impossibility.