Her Rocky Mountain Protector,Used

Product DescriptionWith his military dog in tow, exsoldier Grady Fletcher plans to keep his troubled mind occupied while staying on his grandfather's propertyuntil it's time to move on again.Single mom Gina Williams is usually wary around men. Yet she gets the distinct feeling that beneath Grady's rugged, guarded exterior lies a kind, honest, trustworthy man.So when Gina's little boy goes missing there is only one person she'll turn to for helpa man whose survival instinct is as strong as his heart?.About the AuthorPatricia Thayer was born in Muncie, Indiana, the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University before heading to California. A longtime member of RWA, Patricia has authored fifty books. She's been nominated for the Prestige RITA award and winner of the RT Reviewers Choice award. She loves traveling with her husband, Steve, calling it research. When she wants some time with her guy, they escape to their mountain cabin and sit on the deck and let the world race by.Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Regina Williams rolled over and stared up at the peeling paint on the ceiling of her bedroom and smiled.Two weeks. That was how long she and Zack had been living in the little bungalow on Cherry Street. Even with the endless projects to do, and the sparse furnishings, they'd found joy moving into their very first home.Of course, there were thirty years of payments ahead, even with Lori's help as cosigner and a good interest rate. That was as far as Gina would let her wealthy big sister go. She had to do this on her own. She had to prove to herself and her son they could be independent.She had a good start, with her staging business and thrift shop and new friends and now, a wonderful place to live. Destiny, Colorado, was a great small town to raise her sevenyearold son. Zack was thriving in school and he was making friends. He was finally coming out of his shell, and maybe putting their old life where it belonged. In the past.She climbed out of bed, slipped on her robe as she walked into the hall. She hesitated at Zack's door, then decided to put on coffee first. In the kitchen, she drew back the curtains at the French doors that overlooked the backyard.This was the view that had sold her on the housealso the acre of land out back. Springtime in Colorado was an array of color and she had already planned out her flower garden in her head.Right now she'd better get her busy day started. Coffee made, she walked down the hall, knocked on her son's door and opened it. "Rise and shine, kiddo." No response. Zack had always been a slow starter. She went across the hall to the bathroom and turned on the light, then the shower."Come on, Zack," she called. "I need to get to work and you have school." She walked back to the bunk beds, to find the top bunk empty. So she glanced under to the lower bed, but no child."Zack," she called, and pushed around the blankets. "Honey, we don't have time to play around. So come out of hiding."Fear began to build as she glanced around the room. That was when she saw the curtains blowing from the open window. She rushed over to find the screen missing."No, God. No!" Her heart stopped then started racing as she frantically checked the closet, then under the bed, calling her son."Zack. Oh, God. Where are you? Please come out." Even as she pleaded, something in the back of her mind told her that her worst nightmare had come true. She returned to the bed, jerked back the blankets and found the proof. A crumpled piece of paper.A familiar feeling of helplessness hit her. Hard. Instinctively Gina knew it was a note from her exhusband. A shiver ran through her as she picked it up and read, "I found you, babe. Now I got what you want. You'll be hearing from me."Grady Fletcher parked his truck in front of Destiny's sheriff's office and glanced up and down First Street. Midmorning and the main street was busy with people going about