Her Ironwood Sheriff

Sadie Brennan came west for a husband and found a grave. Sheriff Elias Corrigan has buried more men than he's saved. He's forty-one, tired, and entirely unprepared for the girl who steps off the stagecoach with a trunk full of letters and a chin that won't lower. He gives her a room. He tells himself it's shelter, not custody. He's lying. When the men who killed her fiancé come looking for the claim papers she's hiding, Elias learns he can't protect her by keeping his distance. And Sadie learns that the handwriting she fell in love with through the mail belongs to the man standing in front of her — not the brother whose name was signed on every page. She has to choose between the truth that ruined her and the man who kept it. In Ironwood, Colorado, that choice is going to leave a mark. *A dark, age-gap western romance for readers who like their love stories bloody, slow, and honest.*