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That Deep River Feeling
Jackie Ashenden

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Alaska Homecoming Series #3

August 2021
On Sale: July 27, 2021
Featuring: Morgan West; Zeke Calhoun
288 pages
ISBN: 1728216923
EAN: 9781728216928
Kindle: B08LQX9RSY
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Also by Jackie Ashenden:
The Wedding Night They Never Had, September 2021
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That Deep River Feeling, August 2021
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Zeke Montgomery knew Morgan West was going to be trouble the minute he laid eyes on her.

She stood at the foot of the steps to her own front door — the front door he’d been waiting outside of for the past couple of hours, not that he’d been counting or anything — with her arms folded, looking sternly at him like he was a little kid who’d just drawn on her walls with a crayon.

She was very small and wore a not particularly flattering uniform of dark brown pants and khaki shirt, with a dark brown parka that nearly swallowed her thrown over the top. And her strawberry blond hair, the color of which reminded him of apricots, was in a very severe ponytail down her back.

She wore no makeup, her face freckled and wholesome, with those bright blue eyes, the ones he remembered from Cal’s funeral that had been red from weeping then, but were much brighter now. They were also very, very direct.

And she was still the prettiest thing he’d seen for months, if not years.

All of which spelled trouble with a capital ’T’.

She said crossly, “Where on earth have you been, Zeke Montgomery? Don’t you know everyone’s been looking for you?”

He had to admit, he was surprised. He didn’t think she’d remembered him from Cal’s funeral, but she obviously had. Which was good.

It was going to make this whole situation a hell of a lot easier.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, choosing to ignore the question for the moment. He’d tell her why he was here eventually, but in his own time. He didn’t like to rush important things.

Anyway, he hadn’t minded the two hours he’d spent sitting on her front porch waiting for her to come home. He could have gone searching for her, but he hadn’t wanted anyone else to know he was here, at least not yet.

He was a man used to waiting, though, and he’d liked the peaceful quiet as the afternoon had lengthened into a long summer twilight. The house was surrounded by spruce and a few firs, and he’d spent a good bit of time observing a couple of squirrels arguing in the branches, their loud complaining broken only by the rush of the river nearby.

Still, he’d hoped she’d have come back earlier from wherever it was she’d been, because he had a feeling she wasn’t going to like what he was here to say and generally people handled unpleasant things better in the middle of the day rather than at the tail end of it.

Couldn’t be helped, though, and he wasn’t going to go away and come back later to have this discussion.

Already he’d waited too long.

Morgan frowned, apparently unbothered by the unexpected appearance of a man she’d only met once and in very trying circumstances.

“What do you mean you could ask me the same thing?” she said. “I’ve been at work, what do you think I’ve been doing?”

Not a woman who was easily ruffled, obviously.

But then Cal had mentioned to him on more than one occasion that she was competent, professional, and tough. Not to mention that she was also a Village Safety Protection Officer, the rural equivalent of an Alaskan State Trooper, so she wasn’t likely to be a pushover.

All of which could prove problematic considering the reason he was here.

Zeke eyed her. “You remembered my name,” he said.

“Kind of hard to forget when some big, bearded mountain man approaches you out of the blue at your brother’s funeral and tells you to call him if you need anything.” Morgan’s bright blue gaze did not even so much as flicker. “And then forgets to leave you his number.”

She’d leaned the bike she’d ridden down the driveway against the porch, and the late afternoon sunlight crept across the green lawn that surrounded the Wests’ sturdy, two story house. It was mostly in good repair, but he hadn’t only been watching squirrels. He’d also used part of the waiting time to have a look around the place and there were a number of things that needed doing.

‘Take care of Morgan’, the letter he’d received after the reading of Cal’s will had said. ‘Once I’m gone, she’ll have no one.’

It wasn’t exactly what Zeke had wanted to hear, but since he felt partly responsible for Cal’s death, he owed the guy big time.

Stupid of him to forget giving her his number at the funeral, but he hadn’t been thinking straight. He wasn’t the best at dealing with people on a good day, let alone a bad one.

“So I did,” he said. “Well, you don’t need it now. I’m right here."

(c) Jackie Ashenden, Sourcebooks Casablanca, 2021. Shared with permission from the publisher. 

THAT DEEP RIVER FEELING by Jackie Ashenden

Alaska Homecoming Series #3

That Deep River Feeling

Jackie Ashenden brings the heat to Alaska in her contemporary romance featuring:

  • An independent woman dedicated to protecting her town—and her heart
  • A mysterious mountain man with a past shrouded in secrets
  • A small Alaska town that’ll take your breath away

Zeke Calhoun doesn’t care much about Deep River, but he’ll do just about anything to keep the promise he made to look out for his best friend’s sister.

As the sole police officer in Deep River, Morgan West won’t be bossed around, but Zeke is irresistible. He’s tough, challenging, and all kinds of sexy, but getting involved is the last thing on her mind. Or is it…?

Romance Contemporary [Sourcebooks Casablanca, On Sale: July 27, 2021, Mass Market Paperback / e-Book, ISBN: 9781728216928 / eISBN: 9781728216928]

About Jackie Ashenden

Jackie Ashenden

Jackie has been writing fiction since she was eleven years old. She used to balance her writing with the more serious job of librarianship until a chance meeting with another romance writer prompted her to devote herself to the true love of her heart – writing romance. She particularly likes to write dark, emotional stories with alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines. She lives in Auckland, New Zealand.

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