Even so, she’s inherited the curse of the Lonesome. A poet’s soul. Which means she’s still searching for something. Searching for peace. Searching for the less…that’s more.
And when the foundation of her life is pulled out from under her, grieving, she goes to the mountains to find her oasis. She hits Carnal, Colorado and decides to stay.
Deke Hightower lost everything at the age of two. He lost it again at fifteen. His life has not been about bounty. It’s been about learning to live with less, because there’s no way to get more.
Deke’s also watched all his friends go down to the women who gave them what they needed. He wants that for himself. But he knows that search isn’t going to be easy because he’s a rider. His home is the road. That’s the only place he can breathe. And the woman who takes her place at his side has to do it sitting on the back of his bike.
When Deke meets Justice, he knows she’s not that woman. She’s cute. She’s sweet. And she’s into him, but she’s got it all and Deke knows he won’t fit into that. So he holds her at arm’s length. Establishes boundaries. And Justice will take it because she wants Deke any way he’ll let her have him.
But when Justice finds herself a pawn in a dangerous game, Deke makes a decision.
When he does, he has no idea he’s just opened himself up to bounty.
Justice Lonesome is a rock princess and she just lost her father. Now, she's going to live in the "quiet" place of Carnal to get her peace back. The problem is the man she met seven years ago doesn't remember her, and he's now working on her house that she's basically having to finish building. The man, Deke, also doesn't member meeting her so long ago, and Justice doesn't want to rock the boat so she doesn't remind him. However, their attraction to each other is crazy. But Deke will not let them be more than friends. But when something happens to Justice, Deke will either have to let her go forever, or wake up and smell the roses. This book was good. I was not really a huge fan of Deke because I felt he was pretty much a coward, but I adored Justice. I mean Justice Lonesome is a kickass name, and I adored her character. She was amazing in this story, and I'm glad she got her hea. Overall I thought this book was good, it sort of reminded me of previous books in this series but that's okay it was still good.
“Jus.” Deke’s voice carved into the perverse, bitter sick my brother and his mother stirred up in me and I lifted my gaze, twisted my neck and looked to his face. He was not close. But he was concerned. And that concern undid me. I turned fully to him, dropped my head and fell forward. He was not near and then he was, right there for me to collide with as everything pressed into me. So much, I couldn’t hold it back, and the tears came. He wrapped his arms around me as he stepped farther into me so he could hold me close. That was when I started sobbing. My body shaking with it, automatically burrowing into his heat, his solidity, his bulk, all Deke. His arms tightened. “I miss him,” I whispered into Deke’s chest through a hitch. The words with that hitch barely sounded before I felt Deke’s hand glide up my spine and tangle in my hair. “Get it out, Jussy,” he murmured, his words stirring the strands at the top of my head so I knew he was bent to me. Deke. Fuck me, Deke. “My brother’s a p-p-piece of shit,” I pushed out through the tears. Deke’s arm around me got tighter and the tips of fingers started stroking the side of my ribs. Even this did not make me feel better. In fact this—all that was Deke enveloping all that was me—made it better at the same time so much worse. “He’s contesting the…the will,” I shared. Deke said nothing. I kept crying. It came to me slowly that I was pressed hard to him and had my hands clenched into his tee at the back. I felt the damp material against my cheek and knew how many tears had leaked and that Deke took them from me. I also knew he was being cool, a nice guy, because that was who he was. But I couldn’t let this go on. So I pulled my shit together, unclenched my hands and smoothed the shirt before I dropped them to his waist and tipped my head back. “Sorry.” Lamentably, he took my cue and let me go. Incredibly, he didn’t do this completely. He put his hands on either side of my neck and bent close so his face was a couple of inches from mine. “Think, from what you’ve told me, you get that times get bad. Hope, Jussy, you also get that those times pass. Whatever’s happening, this will pass.” Jussy. Shit. I nodded because that was all I could do. “Sorry, I…well, your shirt’s all wet,” I said, taking one hand from him to wipe my face. “It’ll dry.” I nodded again. His fingers curled around my neck gave me a gentle squeeze. “You good?” I was not. I gave him another nod anyway. His eyes moved over my face and I knew he knew that nod was an inaudible lie but he didn’t call me on it. He just said quietly, “Good,” gave me another squeeze and dropped his left hand. But with his right, he lifted it up and I held my breath because I thought he was going to touch my face, dry a tear, something. Instead, he raised it to the top of my head and tousled my hair before he gave me another close look, turned and walked away. Shit, Deke comforted me then tousled my hair like I was his little sister. Shit. I didn’t like that. But it was kind and it was sweet and it came from Deke. So as was becoming my lot, I’d take it.