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Just how far are people willing to go to keep their secrets?
Protecting the citizens of Beartooth, Montana, is never an easy job. It’s been one year, and Sheriff Dillon Lawson still feels guilty that he couldn’t save his twin brother, Ethan. But the biggest test of his bravery comes when Tessa Winters arrives, claiming to be pregnant…with Ethan’s baby. At first, Dillon can’t decide if this beautiful woman is a con artist or a victim. If Ethan didn’t die in that car crash, then where is he—and why is he hiding?
Now, Dillon is prepared to do anything to uncover the truth—anything except admit his growing feelings for Tessa. But with violence threatening, Tessa and Dillon must trust in each other to save not only themselves…but also Tessa’s unborn child.
Praise for B.J. Daniels
“A well-written, Western-themed romantic suspense novel that will keep readers guessing throughout.”
—RT Book Reviews on Forsaken
“Action-packed and chock-full of suspense.”
—Under the Covers on Redemption
“Unforgiven is B.J. Daniels at her finest.”
—Under the Covers
“Daniels, as usual, proves she’s as adept with family relationships as she is with deep intrigue and suspenseful action.”
—RT Book Reviews on Cardwell Ranch Trespasser
“The mystery and danger thickens from the first page, weaving a spell around readers.”
—RT Book Reviews on Justice at Cardwell Ranch
“An explosive tale of love, trust and the twisted ties among an embattled family.”
—RT Book Reviews on Crime Scene at Cardwell Ranch
Atonement
B.J. Daniels
I happily dedicate this book to my two favorite quilt clubs: Hands All Around and Quilting by the Border. These talented ladies inspire me—
and they’re a whole lot of fun. And yes, I can see a book set at a quilt retreat in the future.
Contents
PROLOGUE
SO THIS IS how it ends.
It was his first thought when he opened his eyes and found himself tied to the steering wheel of a speeding car, reeking of alcohol—worse, dead drunk with it—and about to die.
Through the windshield he saw that he was barreling along a rutted desert road lined with cacti bathed in moonlight. Sobered by the realization, he slammed his foot down on the brake. Nothing. Panic washed over him like an ice shower.
He stomped on the accelerator only to find it tied down, as well. With his hands roped to the steering wheel, he couldn’t turn the car off the dirt track he was now bumping along. Nor could he grab the emergency brake—let alone open the door and bail out.
Bailing was the one thing he’d excelled at in
