Far from Bliss – Nights in Bliss, Colorado Read Online Lexi Blake

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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)

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Far from Bliss - Nights in Bliss, Colorado

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Lexi Blake

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Shattered by the past
Michael Novak was a US Marshal with his whole life figured out. Right up until the woman he called partner betrayed him. He’s been hiding in Bliss, CO, trying to pull himself out of the darkness. The only bright light is Lucy Carson. Something about Trio’s favorite waitress calls to him, but he can’t trust his instincts anymore.
Yearning for the future
Lucy has loved Tyler since they were kids, but he never seemed to feel the same way. She worried she would never want a man the way she does Ty, and then Michael grumbled his way into her world. Beyond the broody exterior she sees a burning fire in his eyes, and she is drawn to that flame.
The time is finally right
Ty knows Lucy is the one for him, but Lucy wrote him off romantically long ago. If he could get her to see him in a different light, he knows she would realize that they’re perfect for each other. His obstacle is the town’s reclusive former lawman, Michael. But this is Bliss. A rival can turn into a partner for the right woman. And Lucy is definitely the right woman.
Ty approaches Michael with a plan to get Lucy between them. A bargain is made, and Lucy is their target. But Lucy is already in much more dangerous crosshairs. Murder has come to Bliss, and Lucy is at the center of the investigation.
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Bliss, CO

Michael Novack woke at the sound of the gun going off. Even through the murky fog that had overtaken his brain, he knew that sound.

Something had gone horribly wrong.

Where the hell was he? Why was it so hard to think?

There was another gunshot and then shouting. Fear sparked through him, wrestling with the confusion that came from the dull pounding in his head.

He forced himself to sit up, his muscles moving like he was trapped in thick mud.

He was in Colorado. He was a US marshal on a job to protect an important witness. Alexei Markov. The information was all there in his brain. If he concentrated enough, he could get it.

Alexei was former Russian mob. He was testifying against some of his syndicate’s American partners. Including a couple of dirty politicians.

He had to get to Alexei, had to do his job. He’d been eating dinner and having a beer with Jessie.

Jessie. God, where was Jessie?

Jessie was his partner. Jessie was his lover. If someone had slipped him a roofie, had they done the same to Jessie?

A vague image of Jessie handing him the beer crossed through his brain even as he looked around the tiny room they’d been sharing at the Movie Motel. Jessie had been his partner for years. She’d become his everything. His friend. His lover. One day she was going to be his wife, though she kept putting it off. She wasn’t the girliest of girls. She wasn’t the one who sat around and planned a big, gorgeous wedding. He would have to tempt her with Vegas and beers.

Yes. She’d been the one to hand him the beer.

Pain flashed through him, and he realized he’d hit his knees and was on the floor. Why wouldn’t his legs work right?

A scream sounded out but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. His muscles were useless things, and his eyes weren’t working right either. He thought he was calling out Jessie’s name but he couldn’t be sure. Where was Jessie? She was smaller than him. If she’d gotten the same dose…

Jessie had given him the beer. He could see her standing there popping the top off and smiling at him.

Hadn’t he known something had been off the last few months? Hadn’t he worried something was wrong with the woman he loved?

Darkness took him, and when he opened his eyes again, an eerie blue and red light pulsed through the room in a thin line. He’d shut the heavy curtains earlier but there was a small gap. No. Jessie had done that. He liked watching the movie while they ate. It was a quirky place they were staying at, but he enjoyed it. Jessie hadn’t wanted to watch the Doris Day movie playing on the big screen this evening. She’d promised him something far more R rated than the film.

She’d shut him off from the outside world and then handed him that beer. Why couldn’t he remember anything else?

He groaned as he pushed off from the floor. He had to talk to her, had to find out what had gone wrong. There had to be an explanation. Maybe he was mistaken about the whole thing.

“Jessie.” Her name cracked from his lips.

He forced himself to move for the door. The lights. He knew those lights. Those lights meant trouble.

Those lights meant he hadn’t done his job.

His head was starting to clear. What was he thinking? Jessie wouldn’t have drugged him. That was a ridiculous thought, and it came from all of his fucking insecurities. She wasn’t in the room therefore she was out there. Out there doing the job.

He glanced over and the shoulder holster she’d placed on the dresser earlier was gone. Panic started to thrum through him. How long had he been out? He’d heard screams and gunshots and then he’d passed out again.

He moved for the door, not even considering grabbing his own weapon. He wasn’t in his right head. He could just as likely shoot Jessie or Alexei as save them with the damn thing at this point. Besides, those lights told him the worst was probably over.

He stumbled and managed to get the door open and walked into his nightmare.

Four hours later he sat in the Bliss County Sheriff’s Office. He’d been through an exam by the very doctor who’d nearly been murdered by Jessie and then taken here to the station house to give his statement. Oh, they’d offered to do all of this in the morning, but Michael wanted to get it over with.

Nate Wright was talking but Michael barely understood what the sheriff was saying.

“According to Holly, Jessie told her she was being paid one hundred thousand dollars by a man named DiStefano to facilitate things for the professional he hired to kill Markov.”

Jessie was dead. He’d seen her body himself. He’d known it was her the minute he’d seen the body bag. He’d known she’d done all the things his lizard brain had accused her of. She’d drugged his drink. She’d popped the top off and then turned, ostensibly grabbing the rest of their dinner. But it would have been easy to slip a little pill in there while her back was to him.