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Publisher:  Whiskey Creek Press ISBN-10:  978603130905

Copyright:  January 2008 ISBN-13:  978603130899

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Dusty Zamora and her close-knit sisters were young—but far from innocent—when they abruptly left Hagerstown, Maryland ten years ago.
Now, Dusty has returned. Alone.
Judd McCassey spent most of his thirty-six years side-by-side with his brothers and cousins...on the wrong side of the law. His one regret...being powerless to help the only woman he ever loved when she needed it most.
Judd knows they’re headed for trouble when Dusty rides back into his life on a stolen outlaw biker’s motorcycle, and is shocked when she refuses his help.
Finally realizing that hiding her deadly secrets are harming—not helping—the man she loves, Dusty opens up to Judd, dropping a bombshell that sends him reeling, and her fleeing.
Not until Dusty vanishes does Judd discover her deception was well-intended. Now, he must find her before its too late for all of them...

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Hagerstown, Maryland, 1978

Chaos erupted the instant the front door crashed violently against the living room wall.


Relieved to hear her older sister's voice, eighteen-year-old Dusty Zamora came to her senses enough to answer. "Jessie!" she yelled as loud as the hand over her mouth allowed.

As her sister flew into the room, gun drawn, Dusty bit the hand covering her mouth as hard as she could, forcing her enormous attacker to release his hold. With barely enough time to roll out of the way, Dusty covered her head just as the first of five consecutive, deafening blasts from Jessie's .357 Magnum echoed through the room.

Just inches from Jessie's target, Dusty jerked and stiffened as the warm blood of her attacker splattered her face; her body heaving as she fought the urge to vomit.

When everything was quiet, she looked up.

Followed by their two other sisters, Alex and Benni, Jessie was the first one to reach her. "Dusty?"

"I'm okay," she said as Jessie grasped her upper arm and pulled her to her feet.

Taking in the bloody scene on the floor, Dusty could hardly believe her younger sister, Courtney, was dead. Next to her, lay their mother's ex-boyfriend, Earl—the bastard; the well-deserved victim of Jessie's perfect timing and flawless aim.

"What do we do now?" asked Benni.

"We get the hell out of here," Jessie told them, using an old T-shirt that had been lying on the sofa to wipe some of Earl's blood from Dusty's face.

"What about Court?"

"She's dead, Benni, there's nothing we can do."


"But nothing!" Jessie's temper exploded. We've got to get out of town before Sheriff Johnson discovers what went on here! Earl was a friend of his, and if he catches us, he'll find a way to charge us all with murder and make sure we spend the rest of our lives in prison."

"I don't want to leave her, Jessie!"

Jessie shoved Benni—who was as close to hysterics as Dusty had ever seen her—toward the hallway. "You don't have a choice! I'm the oldest and we do what I say! Grab a small bag and pack only what you can't do without. Go! You've got two minutes; all of you."

With shaking hands, Dusty took the trash bag Alex offered her and scrambled to toss in a few shirts, two pair of jeans, and some clean underwear; she didn't own anything else worth holding onto.

When the sisters had hastily packed what they could, one by one, they filtered out the front door.

"Where are we going?" Dusty asked.

Jessie never hesitated before replying. "To The Renegade's camp."

Dusty should've known. A certain member of the Renegades was who Jessie always went to when she needed something. "How will we get there?"

"Let's go to McCassey's Garage. Blackie will get us out of town."

And get them out of town he did...


Hagerstown, Maryland, October, 1988

Dusty Zamora rolled into town on an Indian summer afternoon hot enough to make the devil fry.

Ironically, The Devil was one of the people she'd come to see.

Hopefully, he had the information she needed.

Slowing her Harley Davidson Fat Boy down to the posted 30mph speed limit, Dusty cruised through the center of town, taking in the scenery as she headed toward her destination. Smiling in spite of herself, she was happy to discover that not much about their hometown had changed in the ten years since she and her three sisters had left.

Had she not been in such a hurry, Dusty would've taken time to stop somewhere and clean up; wash the travel dirt from not only her body, but her trademark long, silky and thick, blue-black hair as well. Hanging just past her shoulders in two braids, she could almost feel the grit that had embedded itself during her long trip. One quick touch to the top of her head told her that the bandanna she'd tied there was filthy as well.

Dusty also would've put on an outfit that made it look a little less like she made her living working the street corner. Dressed completely in black leather—including her motorcycle boots—the chaps covering her skintight jeans fell almost to her ankles. More than anything, the matching top that covered no more of her upper body than a bra, was going to make it difficult for anyone to pay more attention to her words than her clothes.

But she didn't have time to mess around with trivial things like her appearance. She'd come to Hagerstown for one reason and one reason only; a shower and change of clothes would have to wait.

When the red brick building with the sign reading, McCASSEY'S GARAGE, finally came into view, Dusty smiled at the scene before her: six men dressed in sleeveless, polyester, navy blue mechanics coveralls were on the side of the building tossing around a football.

The McCassey brothers and their cousins.

Slowing the bike, Dusty downshifted as she watched Rebel, the youngest of the three brothers, catch a pass and sprint across the lot for a touchdown. Part-owner of the garage since he was eighteen, Rebel had always been the go-to guy when one of his family members was in trouble; finishing a hell of a lot more trouble than he started.

From a distance, Rebel looked the same. Somewhere around six foot three, his broad, muscular body had always been something fine to look at.

Walking over to Rebel and offering him a high five was his older brother, Judd. Happy to see that the ten months separating them was apparently no longer a fuel for their raging sibling rivalry, Dusty was amazed by how much the brothers now looked alike. Nearly the same height and weight, the only thing—other than the softball-sized skull and crossbones tattoo on Rebel's left bicep—that distinguished them as individuals was their hair; Rebel's had always been shoulder length and jet black. Judd's had lightened a little over the years, and his fluffy, little-too-long, loose curls were now dark brown.

Completing the round of high five's was the boys' oldest brother, Blackie. Six feet seven the last time she'd seen him, Blackie didn't look like he'd gotten any taller, but his body was much more muscular. A constant weightlifter since the age of ten—mostly so he could defend himself and his brothers against their father—Blackie looked like he easily weighed three hundred pounds.

Spending a combined total of almost thirteen years in prison, she'd heard through mutual friends that Blackie was bigger and meaner each time he'd been released. His long, thick hair, which was the same color as Judd's, was down to the middle of his back now. Dusty wondered vaguely whether he'd cut it even once since the last time they'd seen each other.

A former member of The Renegades—the outlaw biker gang she and her sisters had ridden with on and off for the past ten years—Blackie, with his dark fu man chu mustache, still looked the part. He'd been given the nickname, The Devil, when he joined the gang at the age of seventeen, and had not only lived up to, but well surpassed his bad reputation.

Which is why he was the one she'd come to see.

For now.

The other three men she recognized were the boys' cousins, Brady and Kane, and their uncle, Jimmy. Most of the guys were between seven and twelve years older than her, but they'd all grown up together, and she'd gotten to know them very well through her sisters.

It was good to see so many familiar faces.

It was good to be home.

Turning into the front parking lot, Dusty pulled to the side, parking the bike next to a black GMC tow truck— Rebel's, if she remembered correctly.

Shutting off the engine, she put down the kickstand and stood, leaning the bike to the left and turning the wheel just a hair, making sure the bike was balanced before letting go of the handlebars.

Swinging her right leg over the bike, Dusty raised her hands in the air and stretched her weary body. Traveling through the night hadn't been easy, but had been necessary. The answers she hoped Blackie could give her were a matter of life and death.

* * * * *

Judd McCassey caught up to his cousin Brady and shoved him out of bounds, clearing the way for Rebel to run past them and score a touchdown in the makeshift end zone.

While heading over to high-five his brother, Judd caught sight of a small rider on a very large, loud, Fat Boy pulling into the garage parking lot. The rider's outfit more than gave away the fact that she was woman, and left little to the imagination. "Hey, Blackie," he said when his oldest brother came over and stood next to him, high-fiving Rebel, "she a friend of yours?"

"Ain't no friend of mine, little brother," Blackie told him, "Angel would kick my ass—better yet, shoot it—if I was hangin' around with girls who looked like that while she was home takin' care of the twins. Maybe this woman's lookin' for the only McCassey brother that ain't married yet."

Knowing Blackie was right about at least one thing, Judd laughed. His sister-in-law, Angel, was as tough as any man, and probably a much better shot. She and Blackie might be twelve years apart, but they were a perfect match. Most importantly, they kept one another in check, which meant they'd been doing a good job of keeping each other out of trouble in the little over a year they'd been married. . .so far.

As far as this girl looking for an unmarried McCassey brother, he had his doubts.

"Let's check it out," Rebel said, as he used his upper arms to wipe the sweat from one side of his forehead, then the other.

Judd watched his younger brother run a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, then, without bothering to check if anyone was behind him, Rebel began walking to the front of the building.

Curious himself, Judd followed. At thirty-five, Rebel might be one of the youngest of the core group of McCassey's, but he was smart, and had always been the unofficial leader of their large family. Judd knew without asking that most, if not all of their uncles and cousins would follow Rebel into any situation, no questions asked. His two young sons, four-year-old Raider, and three-year-old Chase were already showing signs of being exactly like their father.

As they rounded the building, Judd got a much better look at the woman. She'd parked the bike and was sitting on the bed of Rebel's tow truck with her legs dangling over the side, watching them, he was sure, through her dark sunglasses.

Her eyes may have been hidden, but the large, fading bruise on her left cheek was out in the open for them all to see. As they got closer, Judd also noticed her two very visible scars.

A small, jagged scar on her neck—which looked as if someone had tried to cut her jugular and missed—sent chills up his spine. The other one, a giant burn running the length of her right arm, was just as bad. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to have any tattoos...a well-known trademark of an outlaw biker.

This girl, whoever she was, looked as though she'd been through something much worse than hell.

His brothers and cousins had obviously noticed the same thing, which is why none of them let loose with any whistles, cat-calls, or sexist comments as they normally would've done when they came upon a female acquaintance dressed the way this one was. Despite their horrid reputations, none of them would ever harass a woman they didn't know.

"I never thought I'd see the day when there'd be six speechless McCassey men standing in front of me. Especially you two," she said, pointing to Brady and Kane. "What's the matter? You all forget what a woman looks like?"

That voice...Judd recognized it. The last time he'd seen the girl it belonged to, she was eighteen years old and sneaking out of town in the middle of the night...and she'd looked a hell of a lot different. It was her, though. Judd would've known her anywhere. "Well, I'll be goddamned," he said in a surprised whisper, "Dusty Zamora."

Turning in the direction of the voice, Dusty removed her sunglasses—revealing the complete remnants of her black eye—and set them next to her. Smiling, she slid off the tow truck. "Well, it's nice to know that at least one of you recognized me."

Surprised when she extended her arms toward him, Judd didn't hesitate to step forward and pull her close. Out of all five Zamora sisters, Dusty had always been the one he liked best. She was eight years younger, but their age difference had never mattered to him. They'd hung out in a lot of the same places and around many of the same people since they were young.

After swinging her around in a circle, Judd set her on her feet and stepped back to take a better look at her. Dusty's beauty had always fascinated him. Her high cheekbones and silky, straight, blue-black hair might be the only features she'd inherited from her full-blood, Cherokee Indian father, but they gave her a unique look. Dusty's dark hair was a sharp, striking contrast to her cream-colored skin, and set off her blue eyes; so pale that sometimes they looked white. "Damn, it's good to see you! Where the hell have you been the last ten years?"

Dusty backed away a few steps and reached for her sunglasses, replacing them. "You don't want to know."

"Yeah," Blackie interrupted in a stone-cold voice, "we do. Where've you been, Dusty, and where are your sisters? Jessie ain't never left you alone. Never."

It wasn't until Blackie mentioned Dusty's oldest sister that Judd remembered just how strong of a friendship Blackie and Jessie had shared. Jessie had always been just as wild as Blackie, usually getting away with a lot more because she was a girl.

"Christ, Blackie, aren't you even going to say hi first?"

"Hi, Dusty. Now, where the hell are your sisters? And what are you doin' ridin' in here on that thing?" he asked, pointing to the bike. "A Fat Boy is a little big for you."

"Oh, that doesn't belong to me."

Judd smiled inwardly when Blackie raised both eyebrows. "Then who does it belong to?"

Dusty shrugged and said, "The guy I stole it from," as casually as if she'd said, 'a friend.'

"You're on the run?"

"Yeah," she said much more seriously. "It's a long story, though. You boys have time?"

Blackie nodded and motioned toward the three open bay doors leading to the inside of the garage.

"I have to get something first; I'll be there in a minute."

As the rest of the boys headed inside, Judd remained still, watching as she strode to the motorcycle, reached inside one of the black leather saddlebags, and pulled out a roll of bills. On her way back, she stopped next to him. "It's really good to see you, Judd. You married?"


"Seeing anyone special?"

He shook his head. "No one to speak of."

Judd saw just a hint of the old Dusty when she grinned, stood on her tip toes, looped her arm around his neck, and pulled him down low enough to be able to touch his mouth with hers; giving him the wildest kiss he'd had since the last time she'd done that—and more—to him...ten years earlier.

When they parted, she let go, licked her lips, and smiled. " haven't lost a thing."

Not quite sure what kind of response she was looking for, he did nothing but offer her a smile in return.

"Speechless twice in one day? Come on, Judd, you can do better than that."

"I don't know what to say, Dusty. I'm still recovering from the last time you did that to me."

"Well then," she said seductively, "I'll take that as a compliment." With a wink, she brushed past him and walked inside.

As he watched her go, Judd shook his head in an effort to clear it. Just like the McCasseys, wherever the Zamora sisters were, trouble wasn't far behind.

Following Dusty inside, Judd got the distinct feeling that they were all headed down a dark, dangerous road...

Copyright 2003-2009 Lauren N.Sharman All rights reserved.

Professional Reviews

LASR Reviews
Ten years ago, Dusty Zamora had to urgently leave Hagerstown with her sisters, who were all so close and tight knit. Although they were young, they were very far from innocent and they all used to hang out with the McCassey brothers growing up. Dusty Zamora has returned to town alone and the one person who is most surprised to see her is Judd McCassey. Riding into town on a stolen outlaw biker's motorcycle should have been the first hint that trouble was headed to Hagerstown by the name of Dusty Rose.

Dusty and Judd's story really captured my heart. It was a story of first love, true love and unconditional love. Each have been in the other's heart since Dusty first left Hagerstown ten years earlier and this is a story of second chances and a whole lot of action! Exciting thrills and a smart ass woman make this story an unbelievably exciting read.

I have never read a book series that I have loved as much as this one. I can honestly say this is a first for me. Suspense is most certainly my favorite type of romance book and Ms. Sharman has definitely delivered with strong characters, unbelievable plot lines and a talent for telling a story that really captures your heart. I was amazed at all the twists and turns throughout the book and just when I thought I had everything figured out, the twist would blow me away.

The McCassey brothers bring the intense action that I look so forward to in a book. There is no way that I could possibly pick a favorite McCassey brother. Each had their own unique style that I was oh so attracted to. Rebel, the leadership, Blackie, the brawn and Judd, the heart and each man is more gorgeous than the one before. These three men melted my heart and I was turning pages just as quickly as I could, luckily I have a fire extinguisher right by the computer.

Gotta Read Reviews
Dusty and Judd's story touched me the most I think. Theirs was a story of first love, true love and a love that would not be denied. Given a second chance, Dusty and Judd have a chance to recapture the past and build a solid future but can the two of them stay alive along enough to do it? Dusty was always with her sisters so when she shows up at the garage alone one day, Judd knows something is up, something very, very bad. Watching Judd and Dusty get reacquainted was a thrill in itself. The action, suspense, mystery and deception (albeit for a good reason) made this a fast paced and captivating read. The ending was PERFECT! I found myself holding my breath and hated the story to end.

I am in awe of Ms. Sharman's work and have now read the entire series - so far - and I must tell you that if action is what you seek, look no further. The writing flows smoothly and the believable characters will draw you in to their world. By the end of the story, you actually feel like one of the family, and you have gone to hell and back with them. Every McCassey will take you on a much needed thrill ride with their own stories of misunderstanding, passion and a lot of testosterone. Ms. Sharman writes about characters who are less than perfect, they don't miraculously turn perfect by the end of the book, which so many romance suspense books do. They stay edgy, imperfect but do find the loves of their lives (along with some little extras). I highly recommend this book to lovers of romantic suspense. These books definitely have the action you are looking for. This author is outstanding and I love the way her mind works. Ms. Sharman knows what the reader wants and delivers nothing short of a breathtaking read. Any further book I see from this author is an automatic add!

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Reader Reviews for "Dusty Rose (The McCassey Brothers Series: Book 3)"

Reviewed by April Martin 9/8/2009
I totally love reading Laurens books. I get so involved and intrigued that I don't want to stop reading for a minute. This one was no different! I couldn't wait to get some time to go hang with Judd and Dusty and escape into their world for a bit. I love how she uses down to earth characters that are easy to relate to. Being from the area also, it is cool that all the settings are local. Like the other McCassey Series, "Dusty Rose" was packed full of excitement, action, romance and surprises. Even though the McCassey boys are tough guys they have no shortage of heart when it comes to their families and protecting them. They will not stop until everyone is safe! You don't see that as much in today's busy life. It's a nice reminder that not all tough guys are rude, ruthless, non caring guys. Now I am on to the "Long Road" and I can't wait to meet more of the family and get swept away into the "McCassey" world once again!

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