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Into the Fall

Author: RJ Scott
Series: WYOMING - WHISPER RIDGE (Cowboys/Ranchers), Book 4
Genres: Romance, Romantic Suspense, Small Town
Tags: 2024, 2024 Release, Coming Soon

With fiery chemistry and clashing wills, a small-town sheriff and a former Navy SEAL must navigate a mystery and their growing feelings to discover if love is worth the fight.

Sheriff Neil Windham has dedicated his life to protecting the quiet town of Whisper Ridge, Wyoming. But when human remains are unearthed on the Lennox Ranch, Neil is thrust into a decades-old mystery that threatens to shake the town’s foundations. As the investigation deepens, Neil must juggle the demands of his job, the reality of his father’s declining health, and the unexpected, fiery connection he feels with former Navy SEAL Connor Mason.

Connor came to Whisper Ridge to protect his best friend, but staying has made him question everything. Restless and searching for purpose, Connor pushes every one of Neil’s buttons—causing chaos, overstepping boundaries, and igniting a fiery clash between them that neither can ignore. But with an offer on the table to rejoin his old team, Connor must decide whether to build a life in Whisper Ridge or leave the town—and Neil—behind.

As secrets from the past come to light, Neil and Connor are forced to confront their intense feelings for each other while navigating the dangers that threaten to tear the town apart. In a place where loyalty and love are tested at every turn, they must decide if they can build a future together—or if Connor’s need for action will pull him away from the one place he’s begun to call home.

Into the Fall is an opposites-attract, enemies-to-lovers M/M romance featuring a hardened former SEAL and a steadfast sheriff, a clash of duty and desire, old ranch secrets, and a hard-won happily-ever-after.

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Into the Fall

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Into the Fall

Unedited Excerpt

~Connor~

I braced myself as a gust of wind tried to take my feet from under me. I can’t believe I got talked into heading out into the most dramatic storm I’d witnessed since the team’s last Red Sea deployment. Not when I had a perfectly good book waiting in my apartment.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning split the sky, illuminating the town in brief, eerie flashes as the rain relentlessly hammered the streets of Whisper Ridge, turning them into slick, glistening rivers.

I shouldn’t even be going out tonight.

I should’ve used the weather as a reason to stay in my lovely, cozy apartment, not headed up a damn mountain in this deluge for Quinn’s birthday party.

I locked the diner door, pulled my long coat jacket tight, and headed towards my SUV. The relentless downpour muffled all other sounds as my boots vigorously splashed through the puddles.

“Connor Mason!” The undeniably furious yell cut through the relentless rain as Sheriff Neil Windham–six feet of sexy, blustering, temper-driven man–blocked my way. His face was a thundercloud that matched the sky, and my adrenaline spiked when he bunched his fists, and I thought for a moment he was going to slam me to the ground.

I’d been waiting all day for him to challenge me, but the party and the storm had finally derailed my concentration, and here I was on the back foot, in the rain, and there he was, a man filled with rage. This was a definite step up from his typical sarcastic irritation with me, straight through to DEFCON 1—the kind of anger that made me brace for impact and instinctively reach for a weapon I wasn’t even carrying.

I’d been expecting this visit all day. Still, I was hoping the confrontation would happen in the dry.

In my apartment.

In my bedroom.

Preferably naked and post-sex.

My pulse quickened, not just from anticipating a confrontation but from something deeper, something hidden where all my secrets lay. I couldn’t explain my visceral reaction to the intense man, but I craved his sharp tongue pulling me up on any and all chaos I had caused. My therapist would have a field day analyzing my brain—if I ever went back to therapy, that is. They’d tell me I craved all of his attention, even if it was negative, and probably go deep into why I loved pushing his buttons. Facing Neil head-on was a challenge that sparked something deep inside me. I live for these moments when Neil is angry and when his presence in my space makes me feel something.

Not that I ever told him that. I push and push, and when he snaps, I soak in his passionate temper and love every freaking moment of it because he makes me feel.

Alive.

I squared my shoulders, ready to meet whatever he was bringing in the madness of the storm.

Rain splashing from his sheriff-issued slicker into my face, his voice slicing through the downpour.

“Tell me you didn’t threaten Abraham Wild!” The fury in his tone was catnip.

Rain dripped from the brim of my cap, and I pulled up the hood of my coat—not that it helped, given that it wasn’t completely waterproof. “I didn’t threaten Abraham Wild.”

I did.

“Witnesses tell me you took his gun from him and shoved him to the ground.”

“He had a rifle, yeah, I disarmed him, but he was drunk and about to fall over anyway.”

“You took his gun and assaulted him.”

“He tripped,” I replied, raising my voice to be heard over another rumble of thunder.

“I don’t have time for your shit!” Neil’s eyes blazed with anger, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You told him that if he didn’t stop waving his gun, you’d shove the gun up his ass.”

“Are you mad I said that, that he tripped, or that there were witnesses?”

His jaw ticked, and I could see him reining in his temper. “He’s accusing you of being armed.”

I tapped my lip in exaggerated thought. “Well, I was armed after I took his rifle.”

“Give me strength.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and swiped away a face full of water.

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