Bounty (Colorado Mountain series)
Kristen Ashley / April 18, 2016 / $3.99 digital
Justice Lonesome has enjoyed a life of bounty.
Even so, she’s inherited the curse of the Lonesome. A poet’s soul. Which means she’s still searching for something. Searching for peace. Searching for the less…that’s more.
And when the foundation of her life is pulled out from under her, grieving, she goes to the mountains to find her oasis. She hits Carnal, Colorado and decides to stay.
Deke Hightower lost everything at the age of two. He lost it again at fifteen. His life has not been about bounty. It’s been about learning to live with less, because there’s no way to get more.
Deke’s also watched all his friends go down to the women who gave them what they needed. He wants that for himself. But he knows that search isn’t going to be easy because he’s a rider. His home is the road. That’s the only place he can breathe. And the woman who takes her place at his side has to do it sitting on the back of his bike.
When Deke meets Justice, he knows she’s not that woman. She’s cute. She’s sweet. And she’s into him, but she’s got it all and Deke knows he won’t fit into that. So he holds her at arm’s length. Establishes boundaries. And Justice will take it because she wants Deke any way he’ll let her have him.
But when Justice finds herself a pawn in a dangerous game, Deke makes a decision.
When he does, he has no idea he’s just opened himself up to bounty.
Kristen Ashley is like a huge, all-encompassing romance hug for me. Certain writers—Amanda Quick, Lisa Kleypas, Molly Weatherfield—give me an utterly immersive unputdownable story fever, and Kristen Ashley is definitely in that crew. I whimper when I have to stop reading to do impertinent things like, oh, I don’t know, feed my children or walk my dog. I text feverishly to my fellow KA freak-friends, “WHEN ARE THEY GOING TO GET TOGETHER? WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE MY FAMILY OVER FOR EASTER RIGHT WHEN THEY ARE FINALLY GOING TO GET TOGETHER?” When I’m reading Kristen Ashley and someone (aforementioned family or pet, say) comes near me, I’m like a weepy Joan Crawford.