Changing Tracks (Dominion Falls Series) by Sarah Cass
Cole Mitchell runs the busiest saloon and brothel in Dominion Falls. He keeps his women at a distance, unwilling to relive a past he worked hard to forget.
Until the night Jane Doe falls into his saloon bleeding and near death. She wakes with no memory, only the firm belief someone tried to kill her. In the strange world of amnesia she manages to find solace in Cole’s arms and he finds home in hers.
While they work together to solve the mystery of her appearance, their pasts – her lack of, and his buried – build a barrier between them.
To make matters worse, Jane’s past isn’t willing to let her go. A stranger proves he’ll kill to keep his secrets safe. With those she loves in danger, Jane’s errant memory is all that stands between them and death. Cole can only do so much to protect her, will it be enough?
The muffled din woke her. Shelves of liquor and glasses towered above her toward the ceiling. She took a deep breath and the loose stays of her corset shifted. With another deep breath, she turned her head, spotting Cole sitting a foot away. “Well…”
“You panicked. Daisy says you’re fine. Just needed air. Here.”
Sitting up to take the glass he handed her, she sighed. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I heard you tell me to move. I just couldn’t seem to.”
“I’ll remember that next time.”
“Once the damn Indians start attacking the town, they ain’t gonna stop.”
“Wonderful.” Lifting her hand to wipe at the moisture lingering on her brow, she saw his eyes fall to her chest. Warmth flooded her cheeks and she took a sip of water to try to quell it before it raced through her whole body.
“Martha’s preaching it’s ‘cause the army took prisoners that weren’t renegades.” The mundane talk meant nothing. He moved closer, ever closer.
“Of course she is.” Jane managed to breathe. She felt like she was losing oxygen again. The closer he came, the more the heat spread, tingling along her chest until her breasts ached from his stare. She set down the glass and reached for the corset. “I should probably—”
“No.” His hand closed over hers. “Don’t.”
“Cole…” Her breath hitched when his finger extended to brush along the edge of the chemise. Skin pebbled, a shiver running down her spine. “Why not?”
“Do you really want me to stop?”
God, no. Not for anything. In an instant she knew nothing she’d read could begin to describe the pleasure possible. She wanted this. She most definitely wanted him.
Her hand relaxed and fell aside, giving him free rein. The delicate fabric of her chemise crumbled under his touch, the calluses on his fingertips catching in the threads. His fingers ran along the curving swell of her breast, teasing.
Unbidden, her back arched to move her closer. Too far. He was too far away. She wanted him closer, though she still wasn’t sure why.
Like he’d read her mind, he slipped off the crate, kneeling in front of her. His lips hovered close to hers. Closer now, he moved his entire hand between fabric and flesh.
No longer teasing, his fingers kneaded along her skin. A shockwave of pleasure jolted through her when he pinched and she didn’t bother to try to stop the whimper that escaped. Her body trembled in anticipation. She wanted more.
She wanted to feel him again, but had to order her hands to move. When they did, they landed on his strong chest. Slipping up along the fabric to his shoulders, she felt him trembling as well. Could that simple movement have brought him pleasure?
Their breath started to mingle. A hint of whiskey, the lingering whisper of cigar smoke. She wanted nothing more than for him to show her what a good kiss was. The thought made her fingers clench in anticipation, her nails digging into his shoulders. The low moan he gave rumbled through her.
They were mere centimeters apart now, but he still hadn’t made that connection. She fought the urge to whimper.
“Cole.” The whisper of his name appeared to jolt through him and he moved again. Tingling in anticipation, she closed her eyes just before their lips met.
Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy Changing Tracks
A: Jane and Cole are real and flawed characters dealing with unusual circumstances. With Jane’s amnesia she gets to learn how to live life how it makes her happy – which isn’t always what propriety would prefer. Cole is an anti-hero, but every day near Jane brings out the true hero in him.
Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from Changing Tracks (Dominion Falls Series #!)?
A: My favorite quote from Changing Tracks is:
“Painting the feathers of a chicken does not make it a peacock.” ~Jane Doe
Sarah Cass would like to give away a copy of Changing Tracks (Dominion Falls Series #!). (ebook) To enter, just answer her question:
Some people would love to forget parts of their life. While Jane loses all of her memory and finds it a horrible place to be – would you still give up a part of your memory? Wipe away part of your past? Or would you keep all the flaws along with the good?
Giveaway is open to all where allowed. You have until end of day March 1 to enter, winner will be announced soon after.
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