Fly Away Home

Fly Away Home
Series: Sweet Home Colorado
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance
Length: Novel
ASIN: B01G7I893I
ISBN: 9780989638029
She's nothing he expected . . . but everything he needs.
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About the Book


After being betrayed by her cheating ex-husband, Cindy Dawson makes a major decision to go after what she wants—a family of her own. Being the last single woman in her group of friends in Cedar Falls, Colorado, Cindy decides she needs to leave town—their happiness is killing her. She takes a job in Denver and joins a singles group to find her soul mate. To realize her dream, she’ll risk rejection and dating frogs to find her prince.


Officer Jack Riley wants nothing more than to be left alone. He does freelance writing and works nights. When he goes undercover to get the story about dating in the singles scene he hates the idea. Then he meets Cindy.  He realizes there is more to life than grieving the loss of loved ones and fighting his demons. He isn’t really living, if he’s not out there experiencing life in all its messiness—the good, the bad and the love.

Cindy and Jack must learn to forgive the past in order to find their own Sweet Home Colorado.


Chapter One

“Great buns. Muscular thighs…mmm Baby, come to Mama.”  The dusky light of evening played along the Denver skyline, but Cindy Dawson could see enough of the nearly naked jogger to cause heart palpitations.  The tight, skimpy shorts covering this backside brought a whistle to her lips.  For a split second, her eyes wandered from the road as she reached for her cell phone, then glanced back to see the flash of red tail lights.  “Oh, God.”  She swerved and stomped the brakes to the floor.

The sound of crunching metal and breaking glass drowned out her scream as the air bag exploded.  Slamming into something solid, everything came to a halt.  The noise of the accident reverberated into a million tiny white shooting stars pulsating in her head.  A shiver of panic forced her brain to function.  Over the deflating air bag the front of her red Jeep Cherokee curled around the back of a police cruiser.  The clanking of the engine stopped as a last shuddering breath of white smoke puffed from the motor spraying water everywhere.  “I’m so sorry, Matilda,” she murmured and patted her dashboard with an unsteady hand.

The sound of a siren pierced the false calm.  Her face tingled from the impact, but nothing seemed to be broken.  In the glow of the early evening streetlight, her head tipped toward the jogger racing up to the car.  Looking old and tired, he didn’t seem to be as cute close up and personal.  And to think she had whistled at this guy.  Clearing vision brought a disturbing thought to the surface. Speedos on a pot belly old bald man–didn’t do a thing for her.

Someone called from the driver’s side of her car.  “Hey, are you all right?”

More shaken than she cared to admit she glanced toward the voice.  “Yes, I’m okay.”  A wave of apprehension swept away the brief calm as she wished to be anywhere else.  A tall man stood outside the broken window.  The sleeves of his shirt were tight against his swelling biceps.  A thick shock of dark, wavy hair fell in careless disarray over his forehead.  Blazing from a handsome face were his eyes–dark brown like melted chocolate.  Their glint mirrored the shiny badge on his chest.  He looked pissed.  Great…just great.

“Are you hurt?” he asked and quirked a brow.

She blinked and met his eyes without flinching.  “No, I…I think I’m okay.”  Guilt nearly caused the words to lodge in her throat.  The smarting on her face from where she’d been smacked by the airbag was minor compared to what this man could do.   Cindy managed a tremulous smile and tried to size up the situation.  The man’s brooding good looks made her stomach quiver but she hesitated at the spark of anger in his eyes.  I’m in so much trouble.

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