Crooked Creek Montana

Sometimes, the people we love the most, can hurt us the worst. I know that firsthand. And this time, my abusive ex-boyfriend has finally gone too far. So I flee, searching for my own safe haven. I swear once I get to Crooked Creek, Montana things will be different, and I’ll be able to start over. But nothing is ever that easy. Terror strikes again, and I’m not sure I can handle any more — until they show up. Each man wounded in his own right, but strong enough to heal me. They rescue my soul and ignite the passion I long thought dead. 

Victim. I hate that word. But it’s hard to get away from when you lived through the kind of tragedy I have. They say time heals all wounds. I call bullsh*t. Time only makes it easier to accept what you’ve become, but it doesn’t fix it. So, here I am, starting a new life, back where my old life ended. Back in Crooked Creek, Montana.

I’d heard the phrase a dozen times; I just never thought I’d married one. But I did - and he turned out to be far worse than I could ever imagine. It’s crazy how easily a handsome face can hide a cruel mind. I never expected my life to end up this way. Fighting every - single - day - just to survive. And I’m tired. Tired of hiding the truth. Tired of all the lies.  

A blessing in disguise. That’s what everyone called it. But to me, finding out your best friend is screwing your boyfriend, aka the love of your life, isn’t a blessing in any way. Especially when you still have to see your ex at work every day; and he suddenly needs to "talk" about what went wrong. Yeah right. What I need right now is a distraction.  

The only person I ever needed was my brother. It was us against the world, especially after our parents died. He was my rock. My life. My safe place. My home. Until they came storming in to claim me. Alex Holland and Ripper Hastings are everything a woman could want. Powerful, protective, and hotter than sin.