A woman determined to prove her friend was murdered questions her sanity when his look-alike appears.
After a lifetime of bad choices, Shelby Holt has trouble trusting her instincts, especially when it comes to the attractive new ranch hand, Chad. His uncanny resemblance to her late mentor and friend, Michael Graham, throws her off balance as she investigates Michael’s mysterious death.
Chad Graham, burned by love and war, has something to hide. Posing as Chad Green, he arrives at Wildhorse Pass to look into Shelby Holt’s wild claims about the death of his cousin, Michael. Is she telling the truth or is she just after a big payday from his wealthy family?
Brought together by their search for answers, a simmering attraction develops between them. But the closer Shelby and Chad get to the truth, the more dangerous the stakes become.
Reviews for The Doubting Heart
Readers’ Crown Finalist
“This is another fast moving, page turning tale….Gayle has a delicate touch with her character’s damaged psyches…she crafts women who become stronger and independent.” — The Muse Unleashed
“There are always layers of secrets that unfold slowly to build up tension among its readers. So just when I thought that I had it figured out, the author threw something new at me.” — b00kr3vi3ws
Excerpt from The Doubting Heart
Shelby didn’t slow down to appreciate the sights and smells of southern New Mexico’s late spring splendor. But the broad, naked back bent over the water trough? Surely she could spare a moment to stop and appreciate that.
She lowered her gaze, allowing it to linger on his hips, admiring the way the faded denim gently hugged the firm, rounded buttocks before falling over what she imagined were strong, powerful thighs. Then he raised his head and she was treated to a glorious view of glistening droplets of water coursing down his back, past where his waist narrowed, to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Wow! The word reverberated through her mind and her skin glowed warm at the sight. She smiled, bemused by her reaction to the unknown man.
Well, it has been a while and there’s nothing wrong with looking.
He shook his head and turned towards her. The shimmering spray momentarily impeded her view of his face, then the mist fell away and everything began to move in slow motion. Her gut twisted painfully and she gasped for air.
“Hello,” he said, moving towards her, not seeming the least bit self-conscious about finding himself the object of her stare.
It can’t be! Her mind tried to make sense of what she was seeing.