The Brazen (Calamity Montana, #3)

by Willa Nash

I wasn’t settling for contentment. I wanted love. I wanted passion. I wanted a man who stole my breath when he walked into the kitchen. Who kissed me and made the world melt away. Who would make every day an adventure.

Kerrigan stood in the open doorway as I pulled away from the curb, her silhouette limned by the house’s golden light. Her hand was pressed to her lips. This wasn’t over. Not yet. Not ever. Not by a long shot.