SNAPPER'S SEDUCTION
Releasing September 25, 2025 | Preorder Kindle | Preorder Other Retailers
He’s a champion team roper, living a double life as an undercover operative.
She’s a vineyard heiress, fighting for respect in her family’s wine business.
Their blossoming romance becomes a deadly game when the cartel comes calling.
SNAPPER
I’ve always lived my life in two worlds: the roar of the rodeo arena and the shadows of covert operations. But when Saffron Hope walked into my life with her vintage wines and fierce determination, everything changed. Now, her best friend is missing, taken by a cartel boss I’ve been tracking for years, and the woman I’m falling for insists on helping with the rescue, but bringing Saffron into my dangerous world could cost us everything.
SAFFRON
All I wanted was to prove myself worthy of running my family’s winery. I never expected to fall for a cowboy with secrets darker than a Cabernet Noir. Now, I’m caught between my growing feelings for Snapper and my guilt over my best friend’s kidnapping, especially since she’s his ex-girlfriend. When I insisted on joining the rescue mission, I thought I was being brave. But as we track her through Brazil’s criminal underworld, I’m discovering that love and danger are a lot like wine—complex, intoxicating, and potentially deadly. The only question now is whether any of us will make it out of Brazil alive.
—Prologue—
Snapper
All I could envision as I raced after the moving truck carrying what I knew were human trafficking victims was a similar scene in an action-adventure movie that had been released years before I was born. In it, the hero chased a truck—carrying the Ark of the Covenant—on horseback, like I was. He spots them from the hillside above, rides up next to the vehicle, jumps from his horse, pulls open the passenger door, grabs the first bad guy, and tosses him out, then grapples with the second guy for control of the steering wheel.
Me? All I had to do was catch up to the driver, shoot him before he shot me, then somehow prevent the truck from careening down the side of a Brazilian mountain, killing the people crammed in the back whose lives I was trying to save.
Maybe I should’ve thought this through before stealing the horse. Like the actor said in the movie, I was making this up as I went.
The rugged road we traveled on was to my advantage, apart from the steep drop-off unprotected by guardrails, given the horse could travel far faster than the rig could.
I remained in the driver’s blind spot for as long as I could, but as soon as he spotted me—and my gun—in the side mirror, he immediately swerved, but not far enough to send me plummeting down the incline.
When he veered right and around a bend on the one-lane road, I couldn’t see what was in front or to the far side of us. Clearly, he hadn’t been able to, either, or wasn’t paying attention in the seconds before he had a head-on collision with another vehicle.
The horse reared, nearly throwing me before I was able to jump off. Racing forward with my gun drawn, I found the driver either unconscious or dead, blood streaming from his head where it had hit the steering wheel.
“¡Ayudame!” I shouted to the driver of the other vehicle, motioning to the cargo area rather than at the cab. Right now, I needed help with the victims. If the driver died, so be it.
I pulled out the gun to shoot the lock off the roll-up door and shouted, “¡Retroceder!”—to stand back.
When I pushed the door open, the men, women, and children were huddled together, some screaming, others crying.
“Estas seguro,” I repeated again and again, hoping my broken Spanish was close enough to their native Portuguese that they understood they were safe.
I counted twenty-four people as they piled out, many still crying and clinging to each other.
Along with not knowing how I’d stop the truck in the first place, I hadn’t made a plan to transport the victims back to safety. However, I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard sirens and, moments later, vehicles displaying the Departamento Federal de Segurança Pública insignia drove up behind us.
My elation at their arrival was short-lived when I saw a man approaching from a truck that had parked behind them.
Marco Reis, known as Trovão—Thunder—in the rodeo circles we both traveled, was a world-champion bull rider. He was also the man I suspected was behind the kidnapping of the victims I’d risked my life to save.
Releasing September 25, 2025 | Preorder Kindle | Preorder Other Retailers