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Holiday Rescue: An Anthology (Harlequin Cowboy Christmas Collection) - Softcover

Daniels, B.J.; Wayne, Joanna

 
9780373609871: Holiday Rescue: An Anthology (Harlequin Cowboy Christmas Collection)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373609876 ISBN 13: 9780373609871
Verlag: Harlequin Bestseller, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

THIS CHRISTMAS, THE STAKES ARE HIGH FOR THESE TWO COWBOYS! 

ONE HOT FORTY-FIVE  

Dede Chamberlain is desperate for Lantry Corbett's help and will get it at gunpoint if necessary. With a Montana blizzard bearing down, they set out…but make it only as far as a deserted cabin. While they're snowbound, sparks fly between them. But with a killer and the law after them, they'll need more than Christmas blessings to mete out justice before it's too late. 

MIRACLE AT COLTS RUN CROSS 

Nick Ridgely prides himself on his control. But nothing prepares him for learning his twin boys have been kidnapped. He'll do whatever it takes to find them…even if that means facing his ex-wife and the attraction he thought he'd buried months ago. Until his sons are safely back with him, Nick can't let himself wonder if there's hope for this family…

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author B.J. Daniels lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and one springer spaniel named Dot. When not writing, she quilts, boats and always has a book or two to read. Contact her at www.bjdaniels.com, on Facebook at B.J. Daniels or through her reader group the B.J. Daniels' Big Sky Darlings, and on twitter at bjdanielsauthor.

Joanna began her professional writing career in 1994. Now, Almost sixty published books later, Joanna has gained a wroldwide following with her cutting-edge romantic suspense and Texas family series such as Sons of Troy Ledger and the Big D Dads series. Connect with her at www.joannawayne.com or write her at PO Box  852, Montgomery, TX 77356.

 

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Every nerve in Dede Chamberlain's body was tense as she lay on the narrow bed in the barred, locked room. She listened to the late-night sounds: weeping, an occasional scream, the scrape of a chair leg at the nurses' station down the hall.

Dede knew better than to fall asleep. She'd heard that a new orderly had been hired, and she knew what that meant. She hadn't seen him yet, but she'd heard about him through the whispers of the other patients. A big guy with light gray eyes and a scar on his left cheek. Claude.

She didn't know his last name, doubted he would have used his real one for this job anyway. But she knew Claude would come for her tonight now that only minimal staff were on duty.

But there was no chance of escaping this place. After she'd escaped from the Texas facility, they hadn't taken any chances with her up here in Montana. They'd put her in the criminally insane ward under maximum security, assuring her she couldn't get out—and no one could get to her.

And they thought she was the one who was crazy?

The men after her would get to her. There was no escaping them—not while she was locked up.

The air around her seemed to change. She sensed it, the same way she had sensed her life coming unraveled just months before. No one had believed her then; no one believed her now.

Dede leaned up on one elbow, the metallic taste of fear in her mouth, a taste she'd become intimately familiar with since she'd discovered just how far her husband would go.

Battling back the fear, she vowed she wouldn't make it easy for Claude when he came to kill her. It was all she had left—she would give him one hell of a fight.

From down the hall, she heard a door open and close with the careful stealth of those who lived by secrets and lies. Dede sat all the way up, listening to the cautious squeak of shoe soles as someone crept down the hallway in her direction.

Another door opened with a soft click; another pair of shoe soles sneaked down the hallway.

Furtively Dede rose from the bed and padded to the door to peek out through the bars into the dimly lit hallway.

Two figures moved as quietly as cockroaches. She recognized them as patients and started to turn away. Whatever they were up to, she wanted no part of it.

But then one of them saw her.

From down the hall, Violet Evans shot her a warning look and touched her finger to her lips before dragging it dramatically across her throat.

Dede had seen her the day she'd been captured and brought in. Violet had watched her through the bars of her window. After spending the last month in a psych ward, Dede recognized madness. But when she'd met Violet's gaze that day, she'd known that she'd just seen true insanity.

"Who is that woman?" Dede had asked the armed orderly taking her to her room.

"Violet Evans. We all watch out for that one."

Violet was a raw-boned woman, late thirties, with straight brown hair and a plain face. The other patient beside her now in the hallway was a large buxom woman with a visage like a bulldog. Both seemed to be carrying what looked like a bright red blanket over one arm—only Violet had one over each arm.

As Violet motioned to someone down the hall at the nurses' station on the other side of the steel bars, Dede felt her stomach roil. She'd heard that Violet had tried to escape from here once before and it had gone badly. She was sure it would be worse tonight and wanted no part of it.

Dede started to step back as Violet came alongside her door. But before she could move, Violet stepped in front of the barred, open window. For the first time, Dede was glad that she was locked in.

She touched her finger to her lips to let Violet know she'd gotten the message loud and clear and wasn't about to give them away. Anyone with a brain could see that the woman was dangerous.

Violet nodded slowly, and Dede saw what she was carrying. Not a blanket. Two plush Santa Claus suits. Dede frowned. Were the costumes from the Christmas program she'd heard about that patients on the other side of the hospital were practicing for? But how did Violet—

The sudden blare of the fire alarm made Dede jump.

But it was the closer, quieter sound that sent her heart racing: the soft clunk of her cell door unlocking.

Through the bars of her window, Dede saw Violet smile and mouth, "You're coming with us."

The door swung up, and Violet reached in, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out into the hallway. Violet shoved a Santa costume at her before giving her a shove toward the confusion at the end of the hallway.

"Come on, Texas escape artist," Violet said. "Let's see if you can get out of here alive."

Lantry Corbett wasn't used to the phone ringing in the wee hours of morning. Unlike his brother Shane, who was a deputy sheriff, Lantry's business didn't require middle-of-the-night calls.

That's why it took him a few minutes to realize what had awakened him.

"Yeah?" he said after fumbling around half-asleep and finally snatching up his cell phone.

"Lantry?" Shane's voice made him reach for the lamp beside the bed. The light came on, momentarily blinding him. His bedside clock read 3:22 a.m. His pulse took off, and he sat up, scaring himself fully awake.

"Sorry to call you so late, but one of your clients has been arrested and is demanding to see you."

"What?" He threw his legs over the side of the bed and dropped his head to his free hand. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought something had happened to… He shook his head as he tried to shake off the fear that this call was about their father.

It had been a crazy thought, since the family had turned in early down at the ranch's main lodge, and none of them would have been out on a night like this.

Lantry padded barefoot to look out the front window of his cabin toward the main ranch house a good quarter mile away. Nothing moved, no lights shone, no sign of life. Everyone was in bed asleep—but him and his brother Shane.

Snow covered everything in sight, and more was falling, making the night glow with a white radiance. For a moment, he stared at the snowflakes suspended in the ranch yard light outside, wondering what he was still doing in Montana.

"Lantry, are you listening to me?"

He hadn't been. "There's some mistake. No client of mine is in your jail cell. All my former clients are in Texas." Which was where he should be—and would be, once Christmas was over.

"Not this one. She has the Texas accent to prove it," Shane said. "Look, this is kind of a special case, or I wouldn't have called you at this hour. They're coming for her at first light to take her back."

"Back to Texas?"

"Back to the state mental hospital here first, then back to the mental facility she escaped from in Texas."

Lantry let out a curse. "A mental patient? Why would you believe her when she said she was my client?"

"She asked for you by name."

He shook his head, still half-asleep he assumed, since this wasn't making any sense. "Who is this woman?"

"Dede Chamberlain."

Lantry let out a string of curses. "The woman's crazy. Why do you think she's been locked up? You call me in the middle of the night for this?" He started to hang up.

"She says it's a matter of life and death—yours. She swears your life is in danger because you were involved in her...

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Verlag
Harlequin Bestseller
Erscheinungsdatum
2014
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373609876
ISBN 13 
9780373609871
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
416
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