One Last Chance By Kat Martin Apr 2026

The ranch house light flickered on. Through the window, he saw her. She looked the same, yet sharper—the soft edges of the girl he loved replaced by the steel of a woman who had run a cattle operation solo for a decade.

He climbed out of the truck, the scent of pine and oncoming snow hitting him like a physical blow. He wasn’t here for nostalgia; he was here because Skye’s brother, a key witness in a federal racketeering case, had vanished. And the men hunting him wouldn’t mind using Skye as leverage. One Last Chance by Kat Martin

"Danny is always in trouble," she snapped. "And you’re always the one walking away when things get hard." The ranch house light flickered on

"I’m not here as a Marshal, Skye. I’m here because your brother is in trouble." He climbed out of the truck, the scent

When he stepped onto the porch, the boards groaned under his boots. The door swung open before he could knock. Skye stood there, a shotgun cradled expertly in her arms and a look in her eyes that could freeze the Yellowstone River.

Edge was a U.S. Marshal now, hardened by years of chasing men who didn’t want to be found. But Skye was the one person he’d never been able to track out of his system.