Sharing a bed complicates things but no way is Jake leaving Branna alone until they find who is threatening her, and even then he’s not sure he’ll be able to walk away. He can feel himself changing, and it’s all on her, but when her past comes calling with it comes the realization that more than lust is involved. He’s not sure he can be her hero but he knows he wants to try.

If you enjoy your small town romance sizzling with a side of crazy, then Lake Howling is for you. Meet the real authority in town - the local book club - and Jake’s interfering hot friends. Swim (or skinny dip!) in the ice cold lake, then warm up with coffee and a mystery muffin at The Hoot Café. Plenty of feels and LOLS, all wrapped up in a town that will have you packing your bags to head there, from the very first page.

ONE CLICK FOR A PROMISE OF HOME!

“This story is very sweet and tugs at all your heart strings. Not just for Jake and Rosebud, but for everyone in the town. The people are amazing with both strength, protectiveness and their own weaknesses. A Promise of Home sets us up for what could be an amazing small town series.”

-Goodreads reviewer

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A Promise Of Home

“Why are you pounding on my door?”

He’d always liked the gruff little burr of her voice. Maybe it was because he’d not had much contact with anyone else from Ireland. Whatever the reason, her accent had always made him smile.

“Hey, Branna, remember me?”

Her focus wasn’t great, but the green eyes eventually settled on him. “Jacob McBride.”

“Penny told me you hit your head, and she thought you may need to visit the doctor?”

“No… thanks.” It sounded as if she tacked on the last word reluctantly, and then she started to close the door.

Bracing a hand on the wood, he leaned in a little. “Your head looks like it’s hurting you, Rosebud.”

“It’s fine, now go away.” Her words didn’t pack too much of a punch because she was whispering; obviously, the effort of speaking was not helping her condition.

“You still got that attitude working for you, O’Donnell.” Jamming a foot in the door to stop her shutting it further, he gently pushed it open, sending her back a step.

“Please, leave my house.” This time, her words had a bit more force, even though they were said through her teeth.

“Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll do just that, Rosebud.” He watched as she staggered backward and then lowered herself into a chair, the effort making her wince.

“Branna or Miss O’Donnell, my name is not Rosebud.”

“Your fault. You introduced yourself that first day in class as Branna Rose, and it stuck.”