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The next book in the smoking hot SAINTS OF DENVER series from NYT bestselling author of the MARKED MEN series, Jay Crownover
Everyone else in Dixie Carmichael’s life has made falling in love look easy, and now she is ready for her own chance at some of that happily ever after. Which means she’s done pining for the moody, silent former soldier who works with her at the bar that’s become her home away from home. Nope. No more chasing the hot as heck thundercloud of a man and no more waiting for Mr. Right to find her; she’s going hunting for him… even if she knows her heart is stuck on its stupid infatuation with Dash Churchill.
Denver has always been just a pit stop for Church on his way back to rural Mississippi. It was supposed to be simple, uneventful, but nothing could have prepared him for the bubbly, bouncy redhead with doe eyes and endless curves. Now he knows it’s time to get out of Denver, fast. For a man used to living in the shadows, the idea of spending his days in the sun is nothing short of terrifying.
When Dixie and Church find themselves caught up in a homecoming overshadowed with lies and danger, Dixie realizes that while falling in love is easy, loving takes a whole lot more work… especially when Mr. Right thinks he’s all wrong for you.
368 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 14, 2017



“No matter what kind of armor we wear, all of it has a chunk, a dent that speaks to a battle we fought and lost.”
“She shone as bright as the sun every single day but I was a man that knew all too well that too much time in the sun could lead to some serious burns.”

“She kissed me. Her lips touched mine and she destroyed me.”

“I knew the sun could burn when you let it shine on your unprotected skin for too long.”
“Sometimes all people can see is what’s different, but those differences are what make us who we are.”






I might have now known he was it for me, but it was evident Church didn’t have a clue. No one had ever given me any idea how to handle it when the right one came along, but you weren’t the right one for him.”
Dixie Carmichael was the nicest girl I had ever met. She didn’t have a mean bone in her perfectly curvy and petite body. She was always smiling, always laughing, and there wasn’t a moment spent in her company where it didn’t feel like the sun was shining directly on you. She embodied warmth and care.”
She kissed me like it was the only thing that mattered. She kissed me like it was important, like I was important. She kissed me like she loved me even though she knew there wasn’t any way possible for me to love her back.”
He was constantly telling me that he was a liar . . . but with him over me, with him inside of me . . . I believed every word he said. The truth was in his hands, in his mouth, in the way his cock moved in and out of me like he couldn’t get enough of me . . . or of us together.”
Jay Crownover