Dead Ringer & Classified Christmas

by B. J Daniels

  Cowboys face down danger with their own brand of Western justice in these two stories of romantic suspense from New York Times bestselling author B.J. Daniels

  DEAD RINGER Ledger McGraw may know all about horses, but he doesn’t know anything about the lie that broke up his first romance with waitress Abby Pierce. Abby, tricked into marrying the wrong man, is at the end of her tether in her abusive relationship. When she learns the truth about her terrible marriage, she becomes desperate to escape it—before her jealous husband kills her.

  Though Ledger’s heart was wounded by Abby, he’ll still do anything to protect her and free her from her violent spouse. He’s determined to win her back and reignite their passion.

  CLASSIFIED CHRISTMAS Cade Jackson is as country as a cowboy can get, until reporter Andi Blake arrives to civilize him and shatter his peaceful Christmas with shocking news. But Cade has a macho reputation to uphold, even if he is a sucker for a sassy brunette in stilettos.

  Andi, secretly burning for revenge, is set on exposing Cade’s bank-robbing family and the truth about their greatest heist. No one is going to stop her—not even smoldering, sexy Cade Jackson. And though Andi didn’t come to town looking for a cowboy, now that she’s rustled up one, can she corral him under the mistletoe?

  Dear Reader,

  It is so much fun to return to Whitehorse, Montana, the fictional town I imagined when I moved here. It is literally like coming home.

  I’m especially thrilled to see my latest Whitehorse book, Dead Ringer, offered with another of my earlier books set here, Classified Christmas.

  If this is your first time in town, welcome to Whitehorse. It’s a place where buffalo used to roam, where the prairie stretches all the way to the Little Rockies, where families have always had to stick together during rough times.

  But it is also a place filled with mystery and awe, from the northern lights to the winter blizzards that close the roads, to the people determined to settle this wild country and the cowboys who tame it.

  I hope you enjoy the McGraws in Dead Ringer as the family tries to find Oakley and Jesse Rose, the babies stolen from their cribs twenty-five years ago. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Ledger McGraw is fighting to save the woman he loves from a man who is determined to destroy her.

  In Classified Christmas, Cade Jackson is forced by a determined female reporter to face his past when Andi Blake comes to town to solve an old six-million-dollar heist.

  Settle into my small Montana town and the wild country around it. But don’t get too comfortable. Only the strong survive here. Good thing you can usually find a rugged, handsome cowboy when you need one.

  I hope you enjoy your visit as there are now twenty-six books in the Whitehorse series—and more to come!

  B.J. Daniels

  B.J. Daniels is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. She wrote her first book after a career as an award-winning newspaper journalist and author of thirty-seven published short stories. She lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and three springer spaniels. When not writing, she quilts, boats and plays tennis. Contact her at bjdaniels.com, on Facebook or on Twitter, @bjdanielsauthor.

  Books by B.J. Daniels

  Harlequin Intrigue

  Whitehorse, Montana

  Secret of Deadman’s Coulee

  The New Deputy in Town

  The Mystery Man of Whitehorse

  Classified Christmas

  Matchmaking with a Mission

  Second Chance Cowboy

  Montana Royalty

  Shotgun Bride

  Whitehorse, Montana: The McGraw Kidnapping

  Dark Horse

  Dead Ringer

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  New York Times Bestselling Author

  B.J. Daniels

  Dead Ringer & Classified Christmas

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  DEAD RINGER BY B.J. DANIELS

  CLASSIFIED CHRISTMAS BY B.J. DANIELS

  EXCERPT FROM ROUGH RIDER BY B.J. DANIELS

  (BOOK ONE OF ROUGH RIDER AND MATCHMAKING WITH A MISSION).

  This book is dedicated to JoAnn Hammond, who was one of the first in Whitewater to read one of my books. So glad we got to know each other—and share a love for quilting and reading.

  DEAD RINGER

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  ABBY PIERCE OPENED her eyes and quickly closed them against the bright sunlight. She hurt all over. As she tried to sit up, a hand gently pushed on her shoulder to keep her flat on the bed.

  “Don’t sit up too fast,” her husband said. “You’re okay. You’re in the hospital. You took a nasty fall.”

  Fall? Hospital? Her mouth felt dry as dust. She licked her lips. “Can you close the drapes?”

  “Sure,” Wade said and hurried over to the window.

  She listened as he drew the drapes together and felt the room darken before she opened her eyes all the way.

  The first thing she saw was her husband silhouetted against the curtains. He was a big imposing man with a boyish face and a blond crew cut. He was wearing his sheriff’s deputy uniform, she noted as he moved back to the bed to take her hand.

  She’d known Wade for years. She’d married him three years ago. That was why when she saw the sheepish look in his brown eyes, she knew at once that he was hiding something.

  Abby frowned. “What was I doing that I fell?”

  “You don’t remember?” He cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. “You asked me to bring up some canning jars from the garage? I’m so sorry I didn’t. If I had you wouldn’t have been on that ladder...” He looked at her as if expecting... Expecting what?

  “Canning jars?” she repeated and touched her bandaged temple. “I hit my head?”

  He nodded, and taking her hand, he squeezed it a little too hard. “I’m so sorry, Abby.” He sounded close to tears.

  “It’s not your fault,” she said automatically, but couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the story. There often was with Wade and his family. She frowned, trying to understand why she would have wanted canning jars and saying as much.

  “You said something about putting up peach jam.”

  “Really? I wonder where I planned to get peaches this time of year.”

  He said nothing, avoiding her gaze. All the other times she’d seen him like this it had been after he’d hurt her. It had started a year into their marriage and begun with angry accusations that led to him grabbing her, shaking her, pushing her and even slapping her.

  Each time he’d stopped before it had gone too far. Each time he’d been horrified by what he’d done. He’d cried in her arms, begging her to forgive h
im, telling her that he couldn’t live without her, saying he would kill himself if she ever left him. And then promising he’d never do it again.

  She touched her bandaged head with her free hand. The movement brought a groan out of her as she realized her ribs were either bruised or maybe even broken. Looking down, she saw the bruises on her wrists and knew he was lying. Had he pushed her this time?

  “Why can’t I remember what happened?” she asked.

  “You can’t remember anything?” He sounded hopeful, fueling her worst fears that one of these days he would go too far and kill her. Wasn’t that what her former boyfriend kept telling her? She pushed the thought of Ledger McGraw away as she often had to do. He didn’t understand that she’d promised to love, honor and obey when she’d married Wade—even through the rough spots. And this she feared was one of them.

  At the sound of someone entering the room, they both turned to see the doctor come in.

  “How are we doing?” he asked as he moved to the foot of her bed to look at her chart. He glanced at Wade, then quickly looked away. Wade let go of her hand and moved to the window to part the drapes and peer out.

  Abby closed her eyes at the shaft of sunlight he let in. “My head hurts,” she told the doctor.

  “I would imagine it does. When your husband brought you in, you were in and out of consciousness.”

  Wade had brought her in? He didn’t call an ambulance?

  “Also I can’t seem to remember what happened,” she added and, out of the corner of her eye, saw her husband glance back at her.

  The doctor nodded. “Very common in your type of head injury.”

  “Will she get her memory back?” Wade asked from the window, sounding worried that she would.

  “Possibly. Often not. I’m going to prescribe something for your headache. Your ribs are badly bruised and you have some other abrasions. I’d like to keep you overnight.”

  “Is that really necessary?” Wade asked, letting the drapes drop back into place.

  “With a concussion, it’s best,” the doctor said without looking at him. “Don’t worry. We’ll take good care of her.”

  “We can talk about it,” Wade said. “But I think she’d be more comfortable in her own home. Isn’t that right, Abby?”

  “On this, I think I know best,” the doctor interrupted.

  But she could see that Wade was worried. He apparently wanted to get her out of here and quickly. What was he worried about? That she would remember what happened?

  If only she could. Unfortunately, the harder she tried, the more she couldn’t. The past twenty-four hours were blank, leaving her with the terrifying feeling that her life depended on her remembering.

  Chapter Two

  WHEN THE PHONE rang at the Sundown Stallion Station late that afternoon, Ledger McGraw took the call since both his brothers were gone from the ranch and his father was resting upstairs. They had been forced to get an unlisted number after all the media coverage. After twenty-five years, there’d finally been a break in the McGraw twins kidnapping case.

  “I need to talk to Travers,” Jim Waters said without preamble. “Tell him it is of utmost importance.”

  Ledger groaned inwardly since he knew his father had almost fired the family attorney recently. “He’s resting.” Travers McGraw, sixty, had suffered a heart attack a few months ago. He hadn’t been well before that. At the time, they hadn’t known what was making him so sick. His family had assumed it was the stress of losing his two youngest children to kidnappers twenty-five years before and his determination to find them. His father was convinced that they were still alive.

  “Do you really think I would be calling if it wasn’t urgent?” Waters demanded. The fiftysomething attorney had been like one of the family almost from the beginning—until a few months ago, when he and Travers had gotten into a disagreement.

  “Jim, if this is about legal business—”

  The attorney swore. “It’s about the kidnapping. You might recall that we originally used my number to screen the calls about the twins. Well, I am apparently still on the list. I was contacted.” He paused, no doubt for effect. “I have reason to believe that Oakley has been found.”

  “Found?” Ledger asked, his heart in his throat. The twenty-fifth anniversary of the crime had come and gone, but after their father had hired a true-crime writer to investigate and write a book about it, new evidence had turned up.

  That new evidence had led them all to believe that his father’s gut instinct was right. The twins were alive—and probably adopted out to good families, though illegally. The McGraw twins had been just six months old when they were stolen from their cribs. The ransom money had never been spent and had only recently turned up—with the body of one of the kidnappers. That left whoever had helped him take the babies still at large.

  Ledger was thankful that he’d been the one to answer the phone. His father didn’t need this kind of aggravation. “All those calls are now being vetted by the sheriff’s department. I suggest you have this person contact Sheriff McCall Crawford. If she thinks—”

  “He has the stuffed toy horse,” Waters interrupted. “I’ve seen it. It’s Oakley’s.”

  Ledger felt a shock wave move through him. The stuffed toy horse was a critical piece of information that hadn’t originally been released to the public. Was it possible his little brother really had turned up? “Are you sure? There must have been thousands of those produced.”

  “Not with a certain ribbon tied around its neck.” The information about the missing stuffed animal was recently released to the press—sans anything about the ribbon and other things about this specific toy. “Oakley’s stuffed horse had a black saddle and a small tear where the stitching had been missed when it was made, right?”

  He nodded to himself before saying, “You say you’ve seen it?” It was that small detail that no one would know unless they had Oakley’s horse, which had been taken out of his crib along with him that night twenty-five years ago. “Have you met him?”

  “I have. He sent me a photo of the stuffed horse. When I recognized it, I drove down to talk to him. Ledger, he swears he’s had the stuffed horse since he was a baby.”

  Letting out a breath, he dropped into a nearby chair. A few months ago they’d learned that the babies might have been left with a member of the Whitehorse Sewing Circle, a group of older women quilters who placed unwanted babies with families desperate for a child. The quilting group had been operating illegally for decades.

  Not that the twins had been unwanted. But the kidnapper had been led to believe that was the case. The hope had been that the babies had been well taken care of and that they were still alive, the theory being that they had no idea they’d been kidnapped. His father had made the decision to release more information about what had been taken along with the babies in the hopes that the twins would see it and come forward.

  And now it had happened.

  “What’s his name?” Ledger asked as he gave himself a few minutes to take this all in and decide what to do. He didn’t want to bother his father with this unless he was sure it wasn’t a hoax.

  “He goes by Vance Elliot. He’s in Whitehorse. He wants to see your father.”

  * * *

  “ABBY DOESN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING,” Wade said as he walked past his father straight into the kitchen to pull a can of beer out of the refrigerator.

  He popped the top, took a long swig and turned to find his father standing in the kitchen doorway frowning at him.

  “I’ll pay you back,” he said, thinking the look was because he was drinking his old man’s beer.

  “What do you mean she doesn’t remember anything?”

  “I was skeptical at first, too,” he said, drawing out a chair and spinning it around so he could straddle it backward at the table.
“But when I told her she fell off a ladder in the garage, she bought it. She couldn’t remember why she would have been on a ladder in the garage. I told her she was going to get jars to put up some peach jam.”

  Huck Pierce wagged his head. “Where in the hell would she get peaches this time of year?”

  “How should I know? It doesn’t matter. She’s not putting up any jam. Nor is she saying a word about anything.”

  “You are one lucky son of a gun, then,” Huck said.

  “Don’t I know it? So everything is cool, right?”

  “Seems so. But I want you to stay by your wife’s side. Keep everything as normal as possible. Stick to your story. If she starts to remember...” He shrugged. “We’ll deal with it if we have to.”

  Wade downed the rest of his beer, needing it even though he was technically on duty at the sheriff’s department. He didn’t want his father to see how relieved he was. Or how worried about what would happen if Abby remembered what had really happened to her.

  “Great, so I get to hang out at the hospital until my shift starts. That place gives me the creeps.”

  “You’re the one who screwed everything up. You knew what was at stake,” his father said angrily.

  “Exactly.” Wade knew he couldn’t win in an argument with his father, but that didn’t stop him. “So what was I supposed to do when she confronted me? I tried to reason with her, but you know how she is. She was threatening to call the sheriff. Or go running to her old boyfriend Ledger McGraw. I didn’t have a choice but to try to stop her.”

  “What you’re saying is that you can’t handle your wife. At least you don’t have some snot-nosed mouthy kid like I did.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” he said, crushing the beer can in his hand. “I’ve heard all about how hard it was raising me.” He reached in the refrigerator for another beer, knowing he shouldn’t, but needing the buzz badly.

  Before he could pull one out, his father slammed the refrigerator door, almost crushing his hand. “Get some gum. You can’t have beer on your breath when you go back to the hospital, let alone come to work later. Remember, you’re the worried husband, you damned fool.”