Roses and Clover (Book IV)
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Sean Macguire had been on the run as long as he could remember. Spending days by the glittering Moonstone Lake, were beautiful, but they left the outlaw inside him feeling hollow and listless. That is until the moment he walked backwards in time to the old camping grounds of Valentine where his days of searching for adventure would slam his life and his heart into high gear once again. Captured by Rosalyn O'Brian was the last thing the outlaw could have expected. But saving her was the one thing he would lay down his life to achieve.
"Rose. Rose darlin'. Swee'art' I need you to hold on to me. Give me your hands." She nodded, unable to speak. The grief and fear and pain, the only things holding her upright. She reached her arms out as he let go of her and let him guide her wrists over his shoulders. "That's it dove, hands around my neck. You just hold on."
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