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Sidearms and Spareribs
- Hearts of Snow Lake, Book 2
- Narrated by: Cam Walker
- Length: 6 hrs and 27 mins
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Publisher's Summary
Sean: I'm a cop on leave. I fled to Snow Lake for some R & R after what I like to call a "workplace injury". Since getting shot, I'm jumpy - I can't help but be spooked, imagining danger around every corner. There’s only one man who makes me feel like my old self - Porter Gaines, the town butcher. He makes me laugh, makes me forget my pain, my fear. But there’s something more. Deep in those dark eyes, I see more than a glimmer of desire. Porter might be the medicine I need - igniting the fire inside me again and making me appreciate the warmth and beauty of home.
When I came out of the operating room, I was looking for something - someone - that didn’t exist. Or I thought he didn’t. I stayed up nights, wanting and wishing. I thought I was going crazy, but meeting Porter makes me feel sane.
I’ve been married to my job for so long, and my relationship with Porter is just temporary. But when Porter’s little brother is implicated in a crime he didn’t commit, I know I’m needed back in Snow Lake. Maybe I’ll find the truth - and my reason for living.
Porter: I don’t get many dates in a sleepy little town like Snow Lake. With my full cargo hold of emotional baggage, guys aren’t exactly banging on my door. Sure, I’ve got my dreams. I saw what my father had with his wife before they died, and I always wanted that kind of happiness. It’s just not in the cards for me.
When I meet Sean, the sexy cop with dark hair and midnight eyes, I’m tempted far more than I want to admit. I keep my cool whenever I see him, hoping he can’t read my dirty mind or hear my jaw drop to the floor. I should tell him how I feel, but going for it has never been my thing.
I like my small, comfortable life. I made a new normal after the accident that took everything away from me, and I work hard to keep my shit together. Throwing a monkey wrench into the whole thing is...terrifying.
"He’s only here for a little while," a tempting voice says. How much harm can a week-long wrench do? "A lot," another, less-tempting voice answers. After what I've been through, I'm not sure I can resist the kind of love that Sean's offering. I just hope it doesn't destroy me.