Hellâs Valley Series
Genre: paranormal romance/western romance
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Date of Publication: 3/27/17
Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 66,700
Tagline: The melding of the contemporary western with paranormal elementsâthink Big Valley meets Alphasâmakes for a compelling, fresh mix for Jillian Davidâs sophomore series.
Growing up as an honorary Taggart, Eric Patterson found the family heâd always wanted. Almost. He couldnât ever manage to see the clanâs youngest and only daughter, stubborn spitfire Shelby, quite like a little sister. Suddenly, his long-suppressed feelings are determined to come to light.
Too bad Shelbyâs cursed. Her double whammy psychic powers to read emotions and locate anyone anywhere have always made relationships impossibleâand now theyâve begun to endanger her life. If she uses her echolocation skills again, it just might kill her.
But when a malevolent supernatural force invades the valley, threatening the Taggarts and their neighbors, the Brands, Eric and Shelby must contend with both their blossoming feelings and the increasing danger. Does Shelby dare risk using her powers one more time, sacrificing her own life to save Eric?
Wait until Eric found out she could read anyoneâs emotions.
Not that sheâd ever tell him.
It was bad enough he knew about her homing beacon skills.
A wave of something else wafted over her filters. Warm, smoky caramel. The scent of Ericâs concern and worry about her.
His light brown brows drew together. âSo, howâs your breathing? Really?â By the way he asked, he damn well knew the answer.
âWant to try that answer again?â The curve of his sensual mouth pressed into a hard line as he studied her. Did he seriously move into a wide alpha-dude stance? Not that she was affected by him. No way. Her disgust stemmed from the fact that hard muscled, denim-clad legs like those should be illegal to display without a license.
âSure.â She suppressed a betraying wheeze. âHow about itâs none of your business and letâs get back to work?â
He barked what passed for a laugh and moved not one inch. âYou bet itâs my business.â He extended a work-roughened hand toward her then dropped it. âI canât believe youâre on call for Search and Rescue in this condition.â
âIn this condition?â Virtual heat steamed from the top of her head. âNow youâre checking on my condition?â
âIâm an EMT, same as you. Someone should assess how youâre doing since you refused medical treatment after the fire.â
âDonât need to assess anything. Iâm fine.â
He rolled a gloved hand into a fist and propped it on a central beam, leaning like he wanted to shove down the entire structure. âDamn it, Shel, youâre going to get yourself killed if you donât take care of yourself. Iâm one of the team leaders on Search and Rescue. And I will pull you from a mission if youâre not healthy.â
Irritation crackled along her nerves. No way could she give in to the undertone of concern in his voice. âThat would be the last thing on earth that you did, getting in my way of doing my job.â
His mouth barely moved. âIf itâs a medical call, Iâll do it.â
âThis conversation was getting too serious too quickly. And she couldnât detect a rock bottom for this uncomfortable chat. âSo now youâre a medical expert?â
âAs close as weâre going to get right now.â
Spin the topic, damn it. Change the subject. Now. âNo way, dude. Youâre not evaluating my medical condition. Because then Iâd have to make you wear the stupid nurse costume and call you âmaâam.ââ
He paused then shook his head. With a glint in his dark blue eyes, he shot her a broad grin that made her heart flop. âHow about I wear the hat?â
âWell . . . â
âAnd nothing else.â
Todayâs verbal judo wasnât working like it normally did. Her cheeks warmed up at the thought of an exam by Eric. With him wearing only a nurseâs cap. That image cast her childhood friend in a whole new and uncomfortable light. She broke eye contact. Nope. Nothing would ever happen beyond friendship, and life was better for both of them that way.
Because, with her crappy gift to detect emotion, Shelbyâs problem wasnât intimacy, it was the aftermath, the judgment, the inevitable disapproval, the garbage and static that came along with even the nicest thoughts. Way too much closeness.
She and Eric were friends. Thatâs the way it had been for years, and thatâs how it would be for years to come. Period.
âFine, Nurse Patterson.â She sniffed. âBut I get to decide how to use the stethoscope and blood pressure cuff.â
About the Author:
Jillian David lives near the end of the Earth with her nut of a husband and two bossy cats. To escape the sometimes-stressful world of the rural physician, she writes while on call and in her free time. She enjoys taking realistic settings and adding a twist of âwhat if.â Running or hiking on local trails often promotes plot development.
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