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When her dates turn up dead, Rae must trust Logan to help her prove her innocence before they become the next victims.

HOPE is tattooed on her leg, but she carries the scars of self-destruction on her skin and in her soul. She is a survivor. A fighter.

Set in the small fictional town of Leeward, North Carolina on the inner banks of the Atlantic Ocean, this suspense thriller brings rape survivor, Rae Lynne Grimes face to face with her rapist who is now the town's mayor. Grieving for the only man who's ever truly loved her, Rae is trying to stay sober, finish the restoration of the Harley she's rebuilding for her friend's fundraiser, and get the hell out of town. But she's not leaving fast enough to suit someone. When the threats turn to murder, Rae becomes a suspect. She must put her trust in a man working for her greatest enemy or find herself at the mercy of a killer.

Logan Birdsong doesn't have time to fall in love, he has a company to save. When it comes down to love or money, which will win out?

*full-length manuscript*first in series*happy ending*warning: rape, violence and addiction in heroine's backstory and plot. *adult language and situations

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People have asked me why I don’t write about my adventures raising six sons. I have to admit that I prefer to write their stories as fiction because no one would believe the stuff they put me through if I tell it as fact. In fiction I can clean my boys up a little when I like them and make them the heroes of my stories and if they’ve pissed me off, I can make them the villains. It’s been a running joke around our house that mom will put you in her book and kill you off on page fifty, but some know they’re the smelly corpse discovered in the ditch at the very beginning of the story. Heck, it’s not even a threat anymore my grandkids are begging to be put in my books and even telling me how I can kill them off. I mean really, where’s the threat in that? We put the fun in dysfunctional, what can I say? I have long conversations with my children and grandchildren about blowing things up and how to get rid of bodies. The holidays are never boring around our house.Β 

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