“Wonderfully
suspenseful light romantic read filled w/the old SW, treasure, characters
you'll love, an
amazing cat.”
Camille Dagneau – beautiful, brilliant, and prickly – isn’t quick to trust, especially when a strange man has broken into her machine shop at night. Ryan MacAllister insists he’s merely looking for his missing uncle, who has disappeared while hunting for a lost treasure. He believes Camie is the key to finding the treasure, and his uncle. Camie can ignore the attraction she feels, but she won’t pass up the chance for an adventure.
Following
the clues in the missing man’s journal will take Camie, Ryan, and the feisty
cat Tiger on a trail through New Mexico and Arizona, from the Tombstone
graveyard to Skeleton Canyon, where rumor says nineteenth-century cowboy
bandits hid their treasure in a cave. To rescue Ryan’s uncle, they’ll face
steep cliffs, twisty tunnels, and worse dangers in human form, but trusting
each other may be the biggest challenge. And they’re running out of time ….
“Silver Canyon is a light, breezy action/adventure/romance that's perfect for summer reading.”
“A great mystery, love story, and search for a treasure.”
Peek: Chapter One
A faint light shone in the darkened
hallway. The glow spilled through the small square of glass in her door, a
warning beacon coming from inside her
machine shop. She hesitated. Had she forgotten to turn off the light when she
left for dinner? Plausible but unlikely. Slapping the light switch on the way
out was habit, and she’d been extra careful since the break-in a few nights earlier.
A few other people had keys to the
college machine shop, but the cleaning staff would be long gone, and her
student interns spent Friday nights at the bar. Camie returned after hours to
work on her own projects because inspiration required solitude. So why was her
light on?
She crept forward, as silent as
the sleeping building around her. The ten-inch window was cloudy with age and
threaded with wire mesh, but it didn’t completely hide the sight within. A
large man stood on the far side of the room, hunched over one of her
workbenches. She didn’t recognize him. Easily several inches over six feet and
a good 220 pounds of mostly muscle, he would stand out in any crowd. Among the
young geniuses of a science and engineering college, he was a mountain lion
among prairie dogs.
Her eyes narrowed and she gave a
low growl. What was he doing here, in her machine shop, messing with her
equipment? He had to be connected to the earlier theft. Why would he come back
when he already had her invention? He couldn’t know she’d already started
rebuilding it. Maybe he wanted to steal her notes and the provisional patent
application forms. Without them, she’d have a much harder time proving she’d
been the original inventor.
She considered her options,
calling campus security or the police being the most obvious. Campus security
would be faster, but the police would have guns. Problem was, she’d left her
phone inside the machine shop. She’d have to leave to find another phone, and
he might escape in the meantime, with her notes, and the new version of her
device. She didn’t trust the authorities to track him down once he got out of
the building. More likely they’d take a report and do nothing. And she did not
want to start over from scratch yet again.
And then the man actually reached
out and picked up her baby, her new version of the invention, only partway
rebuilt. All thought of options and smart choices vanished.
She barreled through the door.
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