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  Table of Contents

  Excerpt

  Other Mariah Ankenman titles

  Love on the Risky Side

  Copyright

  Dedications

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

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  “You don’t even know me.”

  Silence.

  Just when she thought she’d gotten through to him, that he was going to let her leave, his voice came as a soft, sensual caress. Dark, like chocolate, and just as tempting.

  “I know it’s crazy, but there’s a part of me that feels like I’ve known you forever. Like I’ve been waiting for you. There’s something between us, don’t deny it. I know you feel it, too.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath. Yes, she did feel it. She hadn’t realized he did. It was crazy and unexpected, but it was there. A connection apparently neither could deny. It terrified her even as it thrilled her. Unfortunately, this whole thing made her situation that much harder.

  “Talk to me, Kayla,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me help you.”

  Whatever powers that be—God, the Universe, or Aliens—that had led her to this man, they knew there was a reason she needed to meet him now, at this point in her life.

  Maybe he wouldn’t turn her in. Maybe he would be the one to help her. David may be a cop…but so was Ryder. Could he help her find evidence to prove her innocence? That was his job, after all, solving crimes. Maybe she could trust him. Trust this insane feeling she got whenever he was near.

  Taking a deep, shaky breath, and a giant leap of faith, she stepped out of his arms and turned, staring directly into those intelligent, warm eyes. “My name is Kayla Jenkins, and I’m wanted by the Chicago Police Department for the murder of my roommate.”

  Other Mariah Ankenman titles

  in the Peak Town Colorado series

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  LOVE ON THE SWEET SIDE

  LOVE ON THE WILD SIDE

  Love on the

  Risky Side

  by

  Mariah Ankenman

  Peak Town Colorado, Book 3

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Love on the Risky Side

  COPYRIGHT © 2017 by Mariah Ankenman

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Cover Art by Kristian Norris

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  Publishing History

  First Yellow Rose Edition, 2017

  Print ISBN 978-1-5092-1566-9

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1567-6

  Peak Town Colorado, Book 3

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedications

  For Ms. Cohu,

  thanks for encouraging the dreams of a nine-year-old.

  *

  To all the teachers out there

  shaping young minds and lives, thank you.

  You do amazing work for so little thanks.

  *

  And to my Prince Charming.

  Thank you for letting me bounce ideas off you

  even at two a.m.

  Chapter 1

  Where in the world am I?

  Kayla Jenkins stumbled through the dark, snowy woods. A cold wind whipped around her, like shards of glass slicing her face.

  Damn, and I thought Chicago was freezing. Wherever the heck she was, it could give the Illinois winter a run for its money.

  She hunched deeper into her large winter parka. Thank God it had been in her car when she ran. With David chasing her, her only thought had been to get away. She’d been all the way downtown before she realized she was still covered in vomit and blood. Thankfully, she always kept some moist wipes in her glove box. Not as good as a shower, but a quick pull into an alley and at least the worst of the mess was cleaned.

  Her shirt had been a total loss. She had ditched it in the nearest dumpster and continued on in only her bra and coat, knowing it wouldn’t be long before David called his boss, the police chief. Luckily, she’d been able to find a cheap replacement T-shirt at a convenience store. The thin cotton garment was not as nice as her silk blouse, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

  She’d had no choice but to disappear.

  After ditching her car and pulling as much cash as she could from her bank account, she hurried to the nearest bus station and bought a ticket to the farthest destination they had. Some town in Kansas whose name she couldn’t remember.

  Burning cold pricks of pain shot through her foot as she tripped over a rock or stump—who could tell in all this snow—and her mouth opened with a loud shriek. She paused, leaning against a tree to catch her breath. Wincing, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the physical and emotional pain overwhelming her.

  The events of the past twenty-four hours played like a horror movie in her mind. She’d traveled through the night, a night in which she didn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Jen’s lifeless body lying on the ground in a pool of blood. It had taken all her willpower not to break down and sob on the bus. An action which would have drawn unwanted attention she couldn’t afford. So, she stayed awake and tried to formulate a plan.

  When the bus arrived in Whereversville, Kansas early in the morning, she’d stood in the decrepit terminal, trying to decide where to go next. Her heart had jumped up to her throat as she glanced at the flashing news bulletin on a small, old, tube TV hanging in the corner.

  “I—I tried to save her, but it was too late.” There, in faded color, stood David Tyler, looking mournful as he spoke to the reporter. “Jennifer was such a sweet woman. We loved each other. We were talking about getting married and starting a family.” He paused as if composing himself. “I know Kayla was always a little jealous of Jen, but I never thought she’d take it this far.”

  What a liar!

  He was spouting his ridiculous story to every news station that would listen. And they were all lapping it up like dogs. She wouldn’t have a chance at proving her innocence.

  “Kayla,” David said directly to the camera…

  Her breath had stopped. Stupid, he couldn’t actually see her. But his dark gaze had focused like he was in the small bus station with her. Her blood ran cold as his harsh voice spoke over the television. She always felt the guy was kind of a jerk, but gave him the benefit of a doubt beca
use Jen liked him.

  He turned out to be far worse than she ever imagined.

  “I know you’re out there somewhere,” he continued. “How could you do this to Jen?”

  I didn’t do it! You did!

  “She loved you, and this is how you repay her?” A sob broke from beside David. He reached out an arm, placing it around Carla Wright, Jen’s mother. Her father was there, too, eyes red from crying, face set in stern, determined lines. Both looked destroyed.

  Bile still rose in her throat, sickness and fury fighting a battle for supremacy in her stomach. Of course they were destroyed, their only child had been murdered, and they thought her best friend had done it.

  Kayla had watched David rub Mrs. Wright’s back in a comforting manner and wondered what the older woman would think if she knew she was being consoled by her daughter’s real killer.

  “We will find you, Kayla.” His eyes hardened, gaze coming through the screen to bore into her, threating retribution. “And you will face the consequences of what you’ve done.”

  No, they wouldn’t find her. She planned to run…and pray she found a way to reveal all of David’s lies.

  After the big liar finished talking, the news had flashed a picture of her on the screen with her personal information: height, weight, hair, and eye color.

  Her heartbeat had raced as she glanced around the station, hunching deeper into her coat to see if anyone recognized her. But, thankfully, there’d only been a few people around that early in the morning. She quickly realized she couldn’t take the bus anymore. Too public. Too many chances to be seen.

  A sharp wind blew a strand of dark hair in her face, pulling her back to her current predicament—being lost and cold. She automatically went to tie the length back, then remembered she’d chopped off her long, coppery locks. A tear slipped down her cheek, burning a frozen path on her face. The short, dull brown hair had been necessary. No reason to cry over cut and dyed hair…but she’d loved her hair. She’d had to do something to change her appearance, as much as she could, anyway. But, she was a kindergarten teacher for goodness sake, not an international spy.

  Then there was the hitchhiking. The first trucker had been nice, but the second…

  A shudder racked her body. Her skin still crawled remembering how he demanded payment for the ride.

  No way buddy. I’d rather walk.

  That was how she ended up in these cold, snowy woods, freezing her butt off with no idea where she was.

  Another strong gust whipped through the air, and she muffled out a cry of pain. Holy cow, that hurts. What is this wind made of, razorblades?

  Her pumps were soaked. Her poor little toes were tiny icicles on the end of frozen feet. Sensible teaching shoes were not the best footwear for snow, but it wasn’t like she’d had time to change when running for her life.

  The hopelessness of her situation sank in. Being blamed for a crime she didn’t commit, all alone in the freezing wilderness, no idea how to help herself…

  Maybe I should give it all up, lay down, and let the snow turn me into a human popsicle.

  No. She couldn’t give up—then David would get away with what he did to Jen.

  The burn of anger briefly cut the chill. No matter what happened to her, Kayla could not let that happen. She would fight. For Jen, her friend, roommate, sister she never had. She would fight. Somehow, someway, she would find proof of her innocence and show the world the monster David Tyler truly was.

  The soft sound of crunching snow hit her ears. Standing still as stone, she glanced around the dark woods. What was out there? A bear?

  No, bears hibernated during the winter, right?

  She hoped so. A city girl through and through, the closest she had ever come to a bear was last year’s field trip to the Lincoln Park Zoo, and she wanted to keep it that way.

  Squinting into the dark, she saw a large shape coming toward her. Too big to be a bear. Her sleep-deprived brain immediately conjured up images of Bigfoot. Bigfoot lived in the woods.

  Oh no, I’ve discovered Bigfoot, and he’s going to eat me!

  As the shape came closer, she realized it wasn’t Bigfoot—because he doesn’t exist—she reminded herself. It was also not a bear. Her vision finally focused on a large gray horse. Not only a horse, but a rider, too.

  The clouds in the night sky dissipated, allowing the moonlight to shine down into the woods. Kayla’s heart skipped a beat as the two towered over her.

  The man sat upon the horse like a warrior of olden days. Long, dark hair fluttered about his face in the wind—sharp, high cheekbones, a smooth, square jawline, and thick, dark brows pressed down over a pair of deep, warm brown eyes.

  “Hello.”

  His voice rumbled over her like a warm blanket. What she wouldn’t give for a warm blanket right now.

  “Do you need some help?”

  She hesitated at his question, staring into his eyes. They looked so kind and trusting, but a man’s eyes had deceived her before. Until two days ago, David’s eyes had always been normal; sure, the guy had given off the jerkwad vibe at times, but she never suspected the evil hidden behind those eyes. Was this man the same? Could she trust those eyes?

  Did she really have a choice?

  No. She had no idea where she was and was literally freezing. Yes, she needed help. The only question, would this man be her salvation…or her downfall?

  Chapter 2

  “Do you need some help?”

  Jake Ryder watched the woman contemplate his question. Didn’t seem like a difficult thing to answer—yes or no. Judging by her red nose, chapped lips, wary expression, and the fact she stood in the middle of the woods at ten in the evening, he’d guess the answer to be yes.

  “Miss?” he spoke a little louder when she didn’t answer.

  Maybe she didn’t speak English. That would stink. He never took any foreign languages in school. He knew some basic Spanish and a few Ute words, but sadly, like most Americans, he was monolingual.

  “Do you speak English?”

  Her wary eyes still watched him, but her lips parted, and he heard a softly whispered “Yes.”

  Bullet dodged there. Now, he had to figure out who she was, and what she was doing on his property.

  Wind Chaser sniffed at the woman, the mare’s warm breath creating a puff of steam in the cold night air. She jumped back, clearly frightened of the large Appaloosa Gray.

  “No reason to be afraid, ma’am. Wind Chaser here might be huge, but she’s as gentle as a puppy dog.”

  The woman raised a brow in disbelief.

  “My name is Jake Ryder, but most folks call me Ryder.” When she didn’t return the introduction, he continued. “Can I ask how you came to be all the way out here in the middle of the night?”

  Giving a guarded glance from the horse back to him, she simply said, “Got lost.”

  And they say women were chatty. Hell, he had a pet parrot as a kid that talked more than this woman. Not a problem. As sheriff, he was used to interrogating uncooperative suspects. Not that she was a suspect, yet.

  “Got lost…” He looked her over. Big, red, winter coat, long, dark slacks and—were those high heels? “…shopping?”

  Honestly, who the hell wears heels in the woods?

  She scowled, wrapping her arms around herself. “My car ran off the road. I—I got out to find help. Wandered off the road and got lost.”

  Something about her story smelled like Wind Chaser’s stall after feeding time. “Why didn’t you call Triple A?”

  Her gaze darted to the side. “Cell died.”

  Yeah, and I’m the King of England.

  “You need a ride back to your car?”

  Her eyes widened. “On that thing?”

  “Her name is Wind Chaser, and yes. Did you think I had a car hidden in the trees?”

  Her jaw clenched at his sarcasm. Well, excuse him. It was dark, cold, and the last thing he wanted to do was be out here trying to pull a story out of Ms. Lying-Crazy-L
ady.

  Wind Chaser had been anxious for a good, long ride. He’d been too neglectful of his horse lately. Her pen was big enough to graze, but she needed the freedom of the woods every now and again. So, despite the cold, he’d saddled her up. Even though out longer than he’d anticipated, he hadn’t expected to run into anyone out here. Especially someone who obviously needed his help, but seemed to be refusing to take it.

  “I don’t…know where my car is.” Her nervous gaze looked everywhere but at him.

  A clear sign of a lie. She better be careful or her pants were going to catch on fire.

  “What road were you driving on?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Like a broken record, this one.

  “It’s—it’s been a long couple of days.”

  Her eyes started to water, and she rubbed them with the back of her ungloved hands. She might be lying about how she came to be here, but those tears were real.

  As sheriff—hell, as a decent human being—he couldn’t ignore her plight.

  Swinging his leg over the saddle, Ryder hopped down from Wind Chaser. He kept the reins in his hand as he stepped closer. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I can take you into town, and we’ll find your car later.”

  She glanced up, and for the first time, he noticed her eyes. Not blue, not green, but a mix of both, with little gold flecks speckled around the irises. The most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

  Damn. Her gaze sucker punched him right in the gut.

  “Uh, we don’t have a hospital in town.” He stumbled over his words, trying to regain his wits. “But there’s a local doc I can call if you—”

  “I don’t need a doctor,” she said quickly.

  “You sure? People can’t always tell if they’re hurt after an accident. Adrenalin can mask pain.”