Sneak Peek at Finding Home, Desert Secrets Book 4

Hey, all of you Desert Secrets readers, I have a treat for you! Here's a sneak peek of the final book in the Desert Secrets Series. Let me tell you, Bailey Roan is a blast to write, but I'm kind of sad to see this series end. Remember, this book hasn't been to the editor yet.  If you want to get started on the series, you can find it here!

They all walked out the living room and Bailey stopped in her tracks just inside the living room’s entrance. No freaking way. There, in the middle of her room, stood Zane Alder. All six feet with some inches added, of him taking her personal space. Of all actors to come to her house, why him? She hated reading his articles, turned the channel if they had an update about him on TV, and refused to watch one of his movies. Okay, she’d watched about ten minutes of one long ago. Really, she didn’t even know why she disliked him so much. She just had a feeling about him. While most women would be enthralled by his appearance, Bailey found herself disgusted. Maybe she shouldn’t have signed up for this gig.

            “Bailey,” Lance said, finally noticing her standing by the entrance. He rushed over to her with his arms open wide for a hug. “It’s been too long.”

            Bailey stepped into Lance’s embrace and let herself feel comforted by her best friend’s ex-husband event though a slice of guilt stabbed at her heart. He gave her a gentle squeeze.

            “Excuse me,” Zane interrupted, signaling that he had business to contend to with Lance. “I’m hot, sticky, and dehydrated. Not to mention that we’re supposed to start filming in thirty minutes.”

            “I know, Zane. We’ll get you taken care of before we start filming. I promise.”

            Bailey stepped toward and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said and introduced herself to Zane. Eddie and Roy were already connecting cables and they’d been the only ones to take a tour of her house. She might as well be responsible in showing the actors around. “I can show you where you can freshen up.”

            Take a step backward, he glared at her. His arms were folded tightly across his chest. “Who are you?”

            Who was she? Is this guy serious? Bailey Roan, the owner of this house that he’d be using for who knew how long. She tamped down the flaring anger over this man’s rude behavior before saying, “I’m the owner of this house. Would you like me to show you the bathrooms or do you prefer to stand there and stink?” Triumph filled her as she stared at his shocked face. Lance chuckled. “Well?” she asked.