By Ava Hunter: Tail Me

"You're not going anywhere, Elara," he said gently, reaching across the gap between them to take her hand. "They won't come back."

Caleb was the opposite of everything she was used to. He was quiet, rugged, and smelled like pine needles and diesel fuel. He worked the surrounding acreage, and his eyes were the color of the old hickory wood in his barn. When Elara accidentally drove her SUV into a ditch on her first rainy night in town, Caleb was the one to pull her out. Tail Me by Ava Hunter

Caleb’s truck roared up the dirt driveway, kicking up gravel and stopping directly between Elara and the intruders. He stepped out, not asking questions, his face a mask of cold fury. He didn’t look like the gentle, quiet man she’d spent the last few weeks with. He looked like the mountain itself: unbreakable. "You're not going anywhere, Elara," he said gently,