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A place to belong
For Amy Grey, home has always been Rattlesnake Bend, Arizona, population 423. It’s a safe place to raise her daughter, Katie. Then free spirit Jace Holmes rides his motorcycle down Main Street, rumbling through Amy’s carefully ordered life with news about the father she never knew and stirring up questions about her family’s past. The best thing for all would be if Jace kept on riding.
Too bad Katie immediately tags Jace as a potential daddy. Sure, there’s no denying the attraction between Amy and Jace, but her life is here and his, well, isn’t. Yet the longer Jace is in town, the more her visions of tomorrow match Katie’s. But can Amy open herself up again? Because opening herself to change is the one way to convince Jace to stay.
“I feel like I know you.”
Jace moved closer, carefully. He reached out and took a lock of Amy’s hair between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing gently before letting go so the strands could curl down her back.
“You’ve raised a beautiful little girl.” His gaze burned into hers and she couldn’t look away. “What do you do for yourself, Amy?”
Nothing, she wanted to say, but bit her tongue. He’d never believe her. No one was that altruistic, and certainly not her. So many people did so much for her.
How could she ever be selfish and think only of herself?
But looking at Jace right now, feeling the heat of his body reach out and engulf her, she knew she wanted this, wanted to touch him. For so long she’d kept herself shut away and distant. For once she needed to do something just because she wanted to.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up Seeking Shelter. I hope you enjoy meeting Jace and Amy as much as I did.
Jace is the younger brother of Linc Holmes, the hero in my previous Harlequin Superromance, A Message for Julia. He was the only blood relative Linc had left to worry about, but Jace himself didn’t have much of a story. Then a short while after that book’s release, I saw a music video set in the southwest desert and I knew I was seeing and hearing Jace. He was no longer simply a younger brother. He was a man who needed a home. And a man whose story needed to be told.
But Jace wouldn’t fit in just any place. He needed someone as troubled as he was to understand and heal him. Amy Grey fits that bill, and needs her own safe place to land. What a time they’ve shown me as I discovered their story.
I love to hear from readers and fans; you can contact me via email at [email protected] or postal mail at P.O. Box 63202, Colorado Springs, CO 80962. You can also find me on Twitter as Angelwrite and on Facebook as AngelSmitsAuthor.
Happy reading,
Angel Smits
Seeking Shelter
Angel Smits
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Angel Smits lives in Colorado with her husband and a constantly changing mixture of family and pets. She thought winning the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award was the highlight of her writing career, but seeing her first Harlequin book on the shelves topped that. Her background as a social worker helped fill her head with ideas that now inspire the characters in her books.
Books by Angel Smits
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
1679—A MESSAGE FOR JULIA
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This book is dedicated to all the amazing people who have helped me in so many ways. Pam, Karen, Donnell, Jodi, Sharon and Jude...my amazing critique group. And Judy and Bonnie, my improv partners. Thank you all for reading, listening and reading some more. You’re the best.
And as always...to Ron.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
AMY GREY SMACKED THE SIDE of the ancient adding machine. “Print, damn it.” The machine revolted and the decimal key stuck—again. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be paying a bill that equaled the national debt. Decimal points were important.
It was quite pathetic, really, that one of the things she hoped someone would get her for her birthday was a new calculator. She shoved away the image of the computer she’d seen at the Best Buy in Phoenix on her last trip. Nope. Not even a possibility.
She rubbed her eyes and knew she should go to bed. There wasn’t much more she could do tonight, and her six-year-old daughter, Katie, would be up early tomorrow.
A cool evening breeze wafted across the nape of Amy’s neck. It felt good to rub her stiff shoulders. She’d locked up the store hours ago, but left the back door open.
She could hear the sounds of the small town shutting down. Traffic was sparse. The old streetlight buzzed and there were a few hollers of excitement from playing kids. Soon, the desert animals would wake and begin their scurrying.
Peace. This was what she craved.
Another sound caught her attention and made her listen more carefully. Even footfalls