(Rocky Mountain Romances, Book 3)
Romance
Date Published: 1.17.2022
Publisher: Dragonbooks Publishing House
Is that a vintage RV— painted top to bottom with paw print-shaped
polka-dots — driving into town? You can bet your pupper’s next
bubble bath it is! Get ready to plunge into the pages of the third book in
the always pet-friendly Rocky Mountain Romances series.
When Kathrina gets chased out of her Seattle apartment because of its no
pets policy, she packs up her business, Kat’s for Dogs Mobile
Grooming, and heads to the mountain town of Independence Junction, Colorado.
In Independence Junction, pets are welcome, the local diner is the hub of
social life, and Sam, that good-looking guy Kat met last summer, just
happens to still be around. But oh no! Sam turns out to be a professional
hockey player with an ego the size of the biggest mountain in the state. Not
only is Kat a little man-shy, but she has no interest in wasting her time
trying to tame that wild one.
However, when injured dogs start turning up in the woods, Kat must find a
way to help. Before she knows it, Kat is tangled up in the small
town’s dark side. Will she rescue the animals? Will she accept
Sam’s help? Will the townsfolk finally have enough with whoever, or
whatever, is hurting their dogs?
Welcome back to Independence Junction in Book 3 of The Rocky Mountain
Romances series. Your quirky friends are waiting for you to join them for
another small town suspense story, complete with a nice blend of laughter,
mystery, and heart-warming romance along the way!
Praise for Rocky Mountain Romances Book 1:
“An enjoyable, mixed-genre romp with an intriguing main couple and
colorful townsfolk.” – Kirkus Reviews
EXCERPT
Thirty-six hours and one time zone later, Jasmine pulled onto the weedy entrance drive that led to her grandmother’s house. Rocky spires rose in the distance under a bright full moon. Her body felt every one of the 1,200 miles traveled from Seattle to the Rocky Mountains in record time. Beside her, the phone flashed with many text and voicemail messages, most of them from Gavin. She hadn’t read or listened to any of them yet, afraid she might have a weak moment and reverse her promise to reach safety first, before sorting this out.
“How’s my boy?” she asked, tousling her poodle’s black curls. Rambo licked her hand.
Jasmine ran a tired hand through her blond chin-length hair—which was doing its own version of a getaway, sticking wildly off her head—and opened the car door. Rambo jumped out and she followed. Shivering, she leaned inside the car once more and grabbed a sweatshirt from the back seat. Here in the mountains, the nights were chilly, even in summer. With a groan, she slipped into the garment and turned to her grandmother’s old, well-worn house.
In a few steps, she arrived at the front door, Rambo close on her heels. A familiar reach up to the door ledge revealed the house key. She unlocked the door and slipped inside. In the dark, Jasmine groped for the light switch. When she didn’t find it right away, she impatiently turned on the flashlight function of her smartphone. Even in the low light, she could see dust floating in the air. The kitchen seemed crammed with stuff⎯cartons, empty glass bottles for canning, more pots and pans than one person could possibly use. Grandma always did hate to throw anything out. Not sure of what she might find, Jasmine opened the fridge to see what was there. Empty. She opened the freezer on top and a cloud of frosty air escaped. She waved her hands at it. The cell phone light revealed frosted mystery lumps. Tomorrow, cleaning and groceries in town were on the to-do list.
It still felt good to be here, in this house where she had spent many a happy vacation. She almost felt something like gratitude toward Gavin. After all, he was the reason she was here now. But only almost. Because before she could finish the thought, Rambo growled and she froze.
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