It's been a busy week here on the farm. Manure was spread, houses were cleaned, and new lights were ordered for the barn.

Needless to say, Farmer Joe took care of all those tasks. He also built a nice new base for our rabbit, Sarah's house. She's a Dutch that he lovingly refers to simply as brown bunny. Our girl is getting old, but she's as sweet and loveable as ever.

She let out a choked laugh. “All this craziness is because I accidentally stumbled on a skull.”

“No, Em.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “This is all because someone out there decided to kill at least one woman and bury her in a state park near a national landmark.”

“Do you think the dogs were right? That there could be two more bodies?”

“They’re well trained. Unlikely they’re wrong, but it is possible the same victim was moved multiple times.”

She wrinkled her nose. “But you don’t think that’s the case?”

“We brought in the dogs for a reason.”

“Right.” She sucked in a deep breath and stared off in the distance. He squeezed her shoulder before removing his hand surprised she hadn’t pulled away.

“I’m going to check on the progress down there.”

“Need any help?”

“I’m not sure, but if you’re offering, come along with me. We’ll know soon enough what we’re dealing with. Do you think you can get another ranger or two out to the road to let the excavators and CSIs in?”

“Absolutely.” She made the call before the two of them headed down the trail.

Wade checked on the slow progress his team was making uncovering the victims, then stepped away.

Emily followed. “Do you think we stumbled on ancient burial grounds?”

“The first Jane Doe found wasn’t ancient. The medical examiner thinks she’s been here less than a decade.”

Emily’s spine stiffened.

“Hey. It’s not Nora. You know it’s not her.”

“I know. She’s been gone more than ten years. As awful as this sounds, I almost wish it was her. It would be nice to have answers after all this time.”

“The chances of you stumbling on your sister’s body are astronomically low. But that sentiment isn’t awful at all. I understand your need for answers.”

He put his arm around her shoulders, and she allowed the contact. When she pulled away, her gaze traveled down the trail. He looked to see what caught her attention, and his eyes met Austin’s.

What was he doing? He had no business comforting Emily. She had a man, so he needed to back off. His jaw tightened, and he nodded to Austin before walking over to find Valerie, Mason, and the canines.

Due to a tight schedule, Grave Secrets went out to ARC and Beta readers at the same time for this book. If you're on one of my advance teams and didn't get your copy, please check your spam folder and if you can't find it, let me know.

Wooing the Widower is still a work in progress, but I hope to devote enough time to it in the coming week that I can get it off to Patti for edits.

stumble over the wording as I tried to decipher what the author meant. Here is one example—"There is no honor in falling. Just failing to take the risk"—did she mean dishonor?

What stands out to me in a positive light is the book's focus on the prevalent issue of social media addiction, adding a layer of social relevance to the narrative. This aspect was a commendable inclusion. Overall, the book offers a mix of strengths and weaknesses but is worth a read for those interested in the intersection of love, friendship, and the complexities of our digital lives.