From the Blurb:
A fortune shouldn’t get you killed. A promise shouldn’t break your heart.
Attorney Rafe Stanton knows making promises is a dangerous thing. Over and over he has failed to keep people under his protection safe. For years he watched his younger cousin Noah lose his battle with drugs and alcohol, which eventually led to a deadly car accident. When he finds out about Noah’s secret marriage to Logan Tate, Rafe has one last chance for redemption.
Inheriting a fortune should be a blessing, but for Logan life never works out that way. He’s learned the hard way that dreams don’t come true—and if they do, well, there is usually a hefty price tag attached. All he really wants is a quiet life, but that isn’t in the cards when his apartment gets broken into and a pretentious lawyer from Boston arrives thinking he can call the shots.
The two men don’t see eye-to-eye about the inheritance, but with Noah’s powerful family coming after Logan, they find themselves reluctantly on the same side. A gunman, greedy in-laws, and meddling friends are not enough trouble; soon they also need to deal with the explosive chemistry between them.
But Rafe made a promise to the past and Logan doesn’t trust easily, so a future together seems out of reach.
Excerpt:
Rafe’s eyes traced the letters on the simple black stone over and over. He still struggled to wrap his head around the fact that Noah was truly gone.
Dark clouds whipped across the sky, and the cold, wet air seeped through his skin chilling him to the bone. The rainy November day was fitting for the occasion. Its gloomy, ominous atmosphere before an approaching storm would have appealed to Noah. Yes, the drama queen inside his younger cousin would be mock swooning right now and thanking the heavens above for the apt setting for his funeral.
Another vicious gust hit the small group of mourners, tipping over the flower arrangements draped over the grave. Not for the first time, Rafe wondered why the Greystones had waited almost six weeks for the memorial service. Maybe the rumors were true, and they’d been surprised by the full-blown investigation of Noah’s car accident. The delay might also explain the outdoor setting. Plans had been made for October and not for late Fall. October in New England was beautiful. November, not so much.
He gazed over to Noah’s family next to the black-clad preacher, who tried his best to finish the blessing before they all got soaked. Ruth Greystone sat in one of the chairs—her back straight, her ankles crossed, completely unmoving, except for the occasional dabbing of her face with a lace handkerchief. Her veil covered her face, no doubt to hide that the tissue was nothing but a prop.
People suddenly started moving. Rafe had missed the end of the ceremony. The line of cars leaving the parking lot was endless. Rafe was in no rush. In fact, he was already trying to find an excuse why he couldn’t stay long at the Greystones house, or maybe even turn down the invitation completely. But he couldn’t really think of anything, so instead he kept waiting while other drivers cut in front of him.
Finally, when the lot had almost emptied, Rafe started up his engine. The rain was pouring down now. He took one last look across the cemetery. To his surprise someone still stood at Noah’s graveside. Barely visible in the dim light, concealed by sheets of water, the lonely figure looked small, childlike. Rafe squinted to get a better look and the realization slammed into him. The man—or woman for that matter—was on their knees—on their knees mourning Noah. Who?
With a jerking move, Rafe turned off his engine again. But before he could make it out to check on the stranger, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Irritated, he pulled it out of his jacket. Kane. A text from him came up at the same time: Pick up.
Promise Me is available for purchase on Amazon!
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