The Bitterroot Inn by Devney Perry is the fifth book in the Jamison Valley series. Check out an exclusive excerpt from the book here!
About ‘The Bitterroot Inn’ by Devney Perry:
Her past. His secrets. They have more in common than she knows.
Maisy is happily content with the life she’s built for herself and her young son in small-town Prescott, Montana. Her child is thriving, her business is growing, and her family is as close as they’ve ever been. But when a handsome stranger walks into the lobby of her motel, her simple life is swept up in a wave of affection for his gentle heart. None of those feelings can be trusted, though. She made that mistake before with another man. The man she murdered.
Hunter was a different man when he first saw Maisy Holt from afar. He took one look at her and ran in the opposite direction. But years later, he’s back in Montana and unable to keep his distance. He shouldn’t have tried to find her but he never was good at rejecting temptation. The promise of the good she could bring into his life is too hard to resist. Maybe if he can disguise the lies and hide the deceit, he can keep her from learning the truth. Because his only chance at a future with her is by burying his past.
‘The Bitterroot Inn’ by Devney Perry exclusive excerpt:
“I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay.” I smiled at the midforties couple checking out of the inn.
“We just love your inn and this little town,” the woman said. “We’re already planning to come back next year.”
“Wonderful! I’d love to have you back, but I’ll warn you, I fill up quickly in the summers. So as soon as your travel dates are finalized, give me a call so I can block a room for you.”
“Thank you.” The man nodded. “We’ll call you next week.”
As I handed them their receipt, the lobby door opened and Hunter stepped inside. He held the door open for my departing guests, smiling as they brushed by, then closed the door behind them.
I took a deep breath and pushed it out slowly when he wasn’t looking, willing myself to act normally. Be cool. Just be yourself.
It had been four days since the knee-to-the-balls incident and I hadn’t spoken to Hunter. By the time I’d shuffled Coby out the door each morning, Hunter’s expensive white truck had already been gone to—where I assumed—was work. In the evenings, he wouldn’t return until well after Coby’s bedtime. Spying from my loft like a ridiculous teenage girl, I had been living for the moments when I’d catch a glimpse of him walking from his vehicle to room eight.
But now he was here, at six thirty on a Wednesday evening, holding two empty Tupperware containers.
“Hey.” He waved the plastic boxes in the air.
That sexy voice was flustering me already. Maisy. Be. Cool. I took another breath and smiled. “Hi.”
“I saw you in here and wanted to drop these off and say thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I know you only asked for peas the other night, but the mom in me didn’t feel right leaving you dinner without properly representing all of the food groups.”
He chuckled and stepped closer. “I appreciate it.”
Two nights ago, I had made a chicken and rice casserole for dinner, then set some leftovers aside with Hunter’s peas. I had abandoned my previous plan to have my housekeeper attend to his room and instead gave it my personal attention. After I’d cleaned yesterday morning, I’d left behind some leftovers in his fridge.
“Your food was great.” Hunter set the containers on the lobby counter. “I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in longer than I can remember. It hit the spot.”
“Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it. If you’re ever in search of a meal, my door is always open and I always have plenty of food. I’m not very good at making meals for one. All of my recipes come from my mom and she cooks for my dad and brothers, three of the biggest humans on the planet. So, um, you’re welcome anytime.”
Out came the words before I could really think them through and I immediately started to panic. Was a dinner invitation too weird? I had just assaulted the man, then used my key to leave a casserole in his room. Now I was asking him into my home? Did that sound desperate?
I tensed, waiting for him to sprint out the door.
He surprised me by smiling and leaning closer. “I’d really like that. Thanks.”
About Devney Perry:
Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.