Mountain Escape

<p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>** DISCLAIMER- This book was previously published as Mountain Escape under A.L. Moore and re-edited under a new pen name.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Amelia</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Four years ago I ran.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I had no choice-not with a newborn in my arms and a man I couldn't trust chasing shadows of control. I changed our names left everything behind and disappeared. Now I've built a quiet life for my son and I on a remote Montana ranch. It's peaceful. Safe. Mostly.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Except for my boss.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Greyson McDermott is sin in worn denim-moody gorgeous impossible. From the moment we met he's been hot and cold driving me absolutely insane. His brother thankfully is easier to read and easier to trust. But something about both of them feels... off. Especially after I accidentally walked into their private club on my first night in town.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Let's just say it's not your average nightlife.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now I'm dreaming about Greyson in ways I shouldn't be juggling secrets I can't afford to spill and trying to ignore the growing heat between us. Because if I slip up-even once-it won't just be my heart on the line. It'll be my son's safety too.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Greyson</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Hiring someone off the internet to help around the ranch seemed like a smart idea at the time.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then she showed up.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Amelia. Sweet stubborn and completely unpredictable. She's cleaning my house cooking for the crew and testing every last bit of my self-control. From the second I saw her I knew she was trouble. The kind of trouble I can't stop thinking about.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Of course my brother's taken a liking to her-just to get under my skin. And it's working. Because I can't decide if I want to push her away... or pin her to the wall and hear her scream my name.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then she walked into that club-my club-and all hell broke loose.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's hiding something. I see it in her eyes. But so am I. And the longer she stays the harder it gets to pretend I don't care.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: var(--__dChNmAmGoMXsPxT#fff); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because the truth is I want her. All of her. But wanting her might destroy us both.</span></p>