Book 5 in the Promise Cove Series

She’s a neat freak; he’s a rough-hewn outdoorsman. They have nothing in common. But when they’re thrown together by work and proximity, the flame that was ignited years ago roars back into life.

Makalia Saito has everything in order. Her technology company is financially sound, she’s built a beautiful home, and she enjoys the community of Promise Cove. She even has boyfriend who ticks all the boxes.

After a terrible tragedy, forest ranger, Wes Scott, returns to Promise Cove hoping to start over. Five years before, he’d left town. As soon as he sees Makalia, he realizes there’s unfinished business between them.

She’s got everything in order; he’s a rough-hewn outdoorsman. They have nothing in common. But when they’re thrown together by work and proximity, the flame that was ignited years ago roars back into life.

Sit down with your favorite beverage as the fate of this mismatched pair plays against the backdrop of rugged wilderness and the people who live there. This book is a clean romance with a later-in-life heroine.

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Makalia ended the call, slipped off her headset, and stretched. The April noonday sun shone brightly on the massive windows of her house. The view overlooked the northern end of the Flathead Valley to where the sun sparkled on a lake laid out like a diamond-studded pendant below. While there were still pockets of snow in spots that the sun rarely reached, spring was making her mark.

When she’d worked with the architect to build her house four years ago, she’d insisted on maximum light. After growing up in California, she missed light during the short Montana winters days. Her office, closed off so she could leave all thoughts of work behind at the end of the day, was at one end of the house, but the rest opened up into a great room containing kitchen, dining, and living areas that had the same stunning. A big screen TV and entertainment center hugged the back wall. Her master bedroom and bath were on the opposite side from her office.

A guest room and second bathroom were relegated to a space behind the office. They had windows, but not as grand as the ones in her living area, office, and bedroom.

She’d built a sanctuary far above the world, out of harm’s way.

Emerging from her office, she automatically stopped at the kamidana she’d set up in an alcove off the office. Although she didn’t participate in the Shinto traditions as much as her parents did, she’d found comfort in creating a god shelf after Alan had been killed. His death—a senseless drive-by shooting while he was waiting for the bus—still haunted her. Daily, she placed green twigs in front of the kamidana as a ritual to remember the man she’d once loved deeply.

But that love was in the past. She’d put the memories in a box and stuffed it in the recesses of her mind, like a box of old clothes to be donated to charity.

As she carefully sliced vegetables and tofu for her lunch, she continued the debate she’d been having for the past few weeks. Should she bring John, her boyfriend of six months, to Tom and Maggie’s wedding? Would it make him think she was angling for an engagement? Would it send the wrong signal to the town?

The people of Promise Cove were in love with love.

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