Case #OK0773: Reckless endangerment of a single mother's sanity Investigating Officer: Breanna James Suspect: Adam Spencer, officer's next-door neighbor Background: From the moment she'd drawn her gun on him, Breanna knew he would be trouble. His touch thrilled her, his kisses floored her. And his tea-party manners had little Maggie dreaming of daddies. But Breanna knew better than to trust her own judgment when it came to men. And as a cop, she couldn't help but wonder why he was here, in Cherokee Corners, in the abandoned cottage next door? And why, since he'd claimed no interest in family, was he so interested in hers? Case status: Open, pending further investigation

After coming home and finding her father unconscious and her mother mysteriously missing, homicide cop Savannah Tallfeather teamed up with the one person she knew she could trust. Riley Frazier had faced a similar situation nearly two years ago and his quest for the truth was both honorable and heartbreaking. But when their investigation uncovered more questions than answers, Savannah found herself turning to Riley for much more...intimate reasons. Time and again Riley's comforting embrace, the penetrating blue depths of his eyes, allowed Savannah to momentarily forget why they were working together in the first place. Until evidence was found, linking their pasts and forever uniting their futures....

Someone wanted her dead... But the only man who could keep proudly independent Tamara Greystone safe was brooding crime scene investigation Clay James, who insisted she do things his way if she wanted to see tomorrow. Terrified by a crazed stalker, the Native American teacher had no choice byt to move in with her stubborn, sexy protector. But who would come to her heart's rescue? Because living with this man, touching him, kissing him, was the last thing she needed. And the very thing she wanted.

THERE WAS SOMETHING SHE WASN'T TELLING HIM... Something that could help catch a dangerous serial killer. FBI agent Nick Mead had precious little time to convince the troubled Native American beauty that she could trust him with anything and that he would safeguard her no matter the cost. How could Alyssa Whitefeather tell this sexy agent that she'd been making love to him in her mind long before he ever walked into her bed-and- breakfast and asked for a room? How could she tell him that she'd been having visions of the serial killer's next victim? But then, how could she not—when instinct told her it was him?