needs to let go.
Only the good die young. When Shane
Weston is murdered before
prosecuting a key member of the
Mexican drug cartel, he can’t accept
the idea that all of the plans he had had
for his life will never come true. More
than that, he can’t let go of the love he
has for his fiancée.
Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is
crushed after Shane’s death. Head
writer on a successful television series,
she can’t get back into the groove of
life. All enthusiasm for work is gone.
Ready to quit everything, she travels to
her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of
escaping everyone’s expectations and
disappearing for awhile.
The lines between right and wrong
often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked
his future on a career change from DEA
agent to lead consultant and writer on
hit television series. Sierra’s grief has
shadowed everyone around her,
including him, and jeopardizes both of
their careers. Unwilling to accept
defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe
determined to break through the
barrier enveloping her and make her
see that life is still worth living.
Excerpt of first encounter between Alex
and Sierra when he shows up
unexpectedly at the cabin where she’d
gone to escape the world.
Screw Sierra Daniels and her diva
attitude. They needed to rewrite more
than a scene, they needed to fix this
entire script or they would be out on
their asses before the season finale
aired. What didn’t she understand
about that? For a so-called
professional, she acted like an amateur
hell bent on self-sabotage.
Alexander Blaine squinted through the
blinding snow and cursed his fate.
When he’d decided to retire from law
enforcement to write for a living, he’d
envisioned a life far more glamorous
than eating take-out in front of his
laptop every night. At first, he’d been
excited at the opportunity to work
alongside one of the most talented
writers in television, but enthusiasm
soon gave way to disappointment
because of the defensive, moody
woman he had spent six out of seven
nights a week with for the past year.
It only seemed right that his pursuit of
her had been met with a freak spring
snowstorm. He hated snow, avoided it
at all costs. Lake Tahoe had been
beautiful as he’d passed it, that he
couldn’t deny. The blue surrounded by
peaks of white had been breathtaking
at sunset, but now that he stomped up
the road in blinding snow, he seriously
hated the mountains.
His rental car had gone off the road
about a mile back, but the navigator on
his cell phone assured him he neared
the cabin. He adjusted his bag across
his back and glanced at the screen. Yep,
almost there…unless he managed to
freeze to death in the remaining fifty
feet.
Snow came down harder than he’d
ever seen. He’d grown up in Arizona,
had spent a decade working as an
agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency
in Central America, and, although he’d
taken a few ski vacations, storms like
these were foreign to him.
The glow of the cabin windows coupled
with the smoke curling from the
chimney looked like heaven
shimmering through the dark