Stranded With the Wrong Rider

She dragged a dying stranger out of the storm.

She didn't know he was already dead.

When a bleeding man crashes outside Presley Wynn's mountain garage, she does what she always does.

She handles it.

She doesn't ask questions.

She doesn't call for help.

She stitches him up, locks the door, and tells herself it's temporary.

Then the sheriff drives by and says his name.

Ashton Bell.

Killed in an explosion three days ago.

Positive identification confirmed.

Funeral being arranged.

But Ashton Bell is very much alive.

And the people who need him dead are already in her town.

Presley has spent seventeen years waiting for her brother to come home.

She has raised a daughter alone.

She has kept a porch light burning for someone who never walked back through the door.

She is not a woman who needs saving.

But the man bleeding on her floor is carrying a secret

that will shatter everything she thought she knew about her brother, her father, and the ground beneath her feet.

Four days.

No road out.

No signal.

One dead man.

One woman who never backs down.

And a truth buried twenty-three years deep under a small Colorado town.