by Rita Herron
Her baby has been abducted
And Brayden Hawk is her best chance at getting the child back
After her baby girl is kidnapped, Dr. Mila Manchester must turn to the one man who can help bring her home: Texas cowboy Brayden Hawk. The sexy lawyer refuses to settle for anything less than reuniting mother and daughter, but the deeper he digs, the more questions he has. Like why is Mila so sure the girl’s father isn’t involved? And is the explosive secret he can tell she’s keeping going to destroy the intimacy building between them—or strengthen it?
Badge of Justice
“You saw Izzy? Was she okay?”
Brayden hesitated, agitating her more. “Your nanny answered the door. She said Izzy was in bed, that she was sick.”
Mila’s pulse clamored. “But you didn’t see her?”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
Panic shot through her, and she dug her fingers into his arm. “I have to go to her, see her myself. Get her somewhere safe. Once DiSanti realizes what happened here today, he may hurt her or take her away somewhere.”
Brayden nodded. “I’ll tell Lucas where we’re going.”
“No,” Mila cried. “Don’t you understand? He has men at my house. They have guns. Izzy and I were video chatting when they burst in and took them hostage.”
Brayden laid his hand over Mila’s. The human contact felt comforting, and made her want to spill everything to him.
But she still had secrets.
Secrets she had to keep to protect her daughter.
HIDEAWAY AT HAWK’S LANDING
USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Rita Herron
USA TODAY bestselling author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgia with her family. She loves to hear from readers, so please visit her website, ritaherron.com.
Books by Rita Herron
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Redemption at Hawk’s Landing
Hideaway at Hawk’s Landing
The Heroes of Horseshoe Creek
Lock, Stock and McCullen
McCullen’s Secret Son
Roping Ray McCullen
Warrior Son
The Missing McCullen
The Last McCullen
Cold Case at Camden Crossing
Cold Case at Carlton’s Canyon
Cold Case at Cobra Creek
Cold Case in Cherokee Crossing
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Brayden Hawk—As a lawyer, he’s known to fight for the underdog. As a Hawk, he knows what it’s like to be loyal to his family—and to lose a child. As a man, he wants Mila Manchester. But how can he trust her when he senses she’s holding back the truth?
Dr. Mila Manchester—Arrested for aiding and abetting a suspected human trafficker, she has to turn to Brayden Hawk for help. But keeping her secret about her daughter’s father means lying to her lawyer.
Izzy Manchester—All three-year-old Izzy Manchester wants is to go home to her mommy. But some ruthless men are using her as a pawn to help Arman DiSanti escape the law.
Carina Welsch—A victim of DiSanti, she’s running for her life, and for her child’s.
Arman DiSanti—He trades and sells women and young girls like cattle. Can the Hawk men stop him and disband his operation?
Jorge—A cowboy who works for Lem Corley. Does he know where DiSanti and his men are hiding?
Lem Corley—Is this local cowboy involved in DiSanti’s trafficking ring?
Jameson Beck—This councilman is a slick candidate for mayor, but is he hiding a connection to DiSanti?
To my wonderful daughter, Elizabeth, who helps real victims of domestic violence and human trafficking every day—you are amazing!
Love, Mom
Contents
Prologue
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
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Excerpt from Lone Star Christmas by Delores Fossen
Excerpt from Kidnapped at Christmas by Barb Han
Prologue
“Please, you have to take my baby.” The young girl hid in the shadows of the awning, shivering as a dreary rain drizzled down, adding to the winter chill in the air.
Mila Manchester’s heart ached for her. She knew her story. She was thirteen years old. Her name was Carina. Her mother had died in childbirth, and her father had abused her. Then he’d sold her to a man who used her as a sex slave.
Mila had helped Carina get to a shelter when she’d first escaped the monster.
Now Carina’s slender pale face was shielded by a scarf, and her clothes were dark, allowing her to blend into the night.
A disguise.
She was terrified for her life.
The baby whimpered and Carina rocked her gently in her arms. “If he finds out little Isabella is his, he’ll kill me and do God knows what with her.”
Fear and grief laced the girl’s voice. Carina was just a child herself. She should be in high school, hanging out with girlfriends, attending football games, shopping for dresses for the school dance.
Mila had wanted to report the situation to the police, but the girl had begged her not to. She’d confided about her pregnancy and claimed that the man didn’t know. If he found out, he’d never let her go.
And if she went to the police, he would find out.
“Please, you’re the only person I trust, Dr. Manchester. Promise me you’ll give her a good life,” the girl cried.
“Of course I will,” Mila said. How could she turn her away? “But what about you? Do you want to stay with me—”
The girl shook her head, her eyes wild with panic. “No, he’ll find me and kill both of us.”
Mila’s heart pounded. Unfortunately, she was right. “What will you do then?”
“I talked to those women at the shelter like you suggested. They know somebody who’ll give me a new identity. They’ve even found me a place to stay so I can go to school.”
So, the underground team was still operating. They’d helped so many abused women and children that she’d been afraid the police would shut them down.
Emotions clogged Mila’s throat. This girl needed a chance to have a life. And so did the baby.
A
noise sounded from the street, and the girl glanced over her shoulder. “They’re waiting. This might be my only chance.” She kissed the baby on the cheek. “I don’t want you to think I’m a terrible mother—”
“I don’t,” Mila said. “It’s obvious you love her, or you wouldn’t have come here.” But how could she take care of the child when she was just finishing her medical residency herself?
The girl suddenly threw herself against Mila and broke into a sob. Mila wrapped her arms around her and the infant and soothed her. “It’s okay, sweetie. What happened to you isn’t fair or right. You deserve to go to school and make a life for yourself.”
The girl nodded against Mila, but she was crying and trembling as she turned and fled toward the waiting car.
Mila blinked back tears. She could take the child to the authorities. They’d find her a home. One with two parents.
But then she’d never know what happened to her...
And what if Carina came back one day looking for her daughter?
She looked down into the baby’s sweet face. Her big eyes were watching her. Then the baby curled a tiny hand against Mila’s breast.
Mila’s heart melted. This baby needed her. She’d raise her as her own.
And she’d do anything to protect her.
Chapter One
Three years later
Having Isabella, Izzy, had changed Dr. Mila Manchester’s life forever. She would do anything for her little girl.
Time to check in.
Mila ducked into the break room at the clinic where she worked and dialed her home number. When she was working, she missed Izzy, but they FaceTimed at least three times a day. And Izzy loved her nanny, Roberta, who’d been a Godsend to them both.
Izzy smiled up at her with big brown eyes. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” Izzy twirled around the kitchen, her sparkling tiara bobbing sideways on her head.
“Look, Mommy, I’m a princess today.”
“You’re my little princess every day,” Mila said with a smile.
Izzy pointed to the sequins on the pink dress Roberta had made for her. “Look, they sparkle.”
“I see. I bet when the lights are off, you’ll glow in the dark.” Mila’s heart swelled with love.
Izzy bobbed her head up and down. “That’s what Bertie says,” Izzy said. She had a difficult time saying Roberta’s full name and had shortened it when she’d first started talking. Roberta didn’t seem to mind.
Izzy raced over to the table and picked up a silver glittery wand. “Look, Bertie made this, too, so I can do magic.”
“I can’t wait to get home so you can show me your magic.”
“Home?” Izzy ran around in circles. “Soon?”
“Mommy will be home in a little while.” Mila’s heart warmed at the sight of Roberta taking a pan of cookies from the oven. “Looks like you and Bertie are making yummy treats.”
Roberta smiled from the bar, where she set the hot pan, and Izzy climbed up on the stool beside her. A bowl of chocolate frosting sat on the counter, and she jammed one finger in the bowl, scooped up a glob, then licked it off.
“Yummy!” Izzy squealed.
Mila rubbed her tummy with a grin. “Save me some, sweet girl.”
Suddenly the back door into the kitchen at home flew open with a bang. Roberta startled and nearly dropped the second pan of cookies as two men in black stormed in, waving guns.
Mila clutched her phone, her heart pounding. “Roberta, Izzy—”
Roberta screamed and tucked Izzy close to her to protect her as one of the men aimed the semi at her. “Please, don’t hurt us!” Roberta cried.
“Izzy, run!” Mila shouted.
But it was too late. Another bear of a man snatched Izzy.
“Put me down!” Izzy kicked and pounded the man’s beefy arm with her fists.
He jerked her over his shoulder, then faced Mila. “Dr. Manchester, do what they tell you or you’ll never see your daughter again.”
They? What was he talking about?
Mila opened her mouth to plead with them, but a loud noise in the back of the clinic made her jump. She clutched her phone with clammy fingers and spun around as the door to the break room opened.
A man wearing all black stood in the doorway, a gun in his hand. “Get rid of the other people in the clinic and do it quietly.”
She glanced at her screen again to see if Izzy was okay, but the call had ended. Panic shot through her. Battling the terror gripping her, she crossed her arms and struggled for calm. “You...have my daughter? Why?”
The man in black shrugged, thick brows puckering as he approached. “Do what we tell you and she won’t get hurt.”
Fear choked Mila. “What do you want?”
“You’re going to give our leader a new face. Then we let your family go.” He jerked her by the arm and shoved her toward the door. “Now, clear the clinic. The boss wants this done quickly and quietly.”
“Who is your boss?”
“No names, Doc. It’s better that way.”
Mila sucked in a breath. “How do I know you’ll keep your word and won’t hurt Izzy?”
The man’s cold eyes met hers. “You’ll just have to trust us.”
She didn’t trust them at all.
He gestured toward the door, the gun aimed at her chest.
What else could she do? They had her daughter. She had no doubt they would hurt her if she didn’t cooperate.
She stepped into the hallway and spotted one of her nurses frowning from the nurses’ desk. She must have heard the noise.
“Unless you want her and your other staff to die, you’d better be quiet,” the man growled behind her.
Mila nodded and stepped forward to get rid of her staff and the patients in the waiting room.
* * *
BRAYDEN HAWK WAS done with women. Especially with fix-ups.
His partner at the law firm, Conrad Barker, had told him Penny Lark was gorgeous. And she had been.
But he’d failed to point out that she had a hole in her head where her brain was supposed to be. That all she cared about was her beauty regime and money and being the focal point on the society page.
Of course, Conrad didn’t care. He didn’t date women for their brains or because he wanted a future with them. He simply wanted sex.
Tension eased from Brayden as he drove onto Hawk’s Landing, the family ranch. The wind whistled through the windows of his SUV, trees swaying slightly in the late fall breeze.
At one time he’d been like Conrad. Not that he wanted a woman for her money, but he hadn’t wanted a relationship either.
The last few months with his family had changed everything.
For nearly two decades, the ranch had been a sad, lonely reminder of his missing little sister, Chrissy. And also of the fact that his father had deserted them shortly after her disappearance.
Thankfully, Chrissy’s murder had finally been solved and the family had closure.
Shortly after, his oldest brother, Harrison, the sheriff of Tumbleweed, had married Honey Granger.
And a few weeks ago, the next to the oldest brother, Lucas, an FBI agent, had married Charlotte Reacher, a victim in a shooting by a human trafficking ring Lucas was investigating.
On the heels of adding two wives to the family, his mother had opened the ranch to four foster girls, Charlotte’s art students, who’d needed a home after Lucas had rescued them from the trafficking ring, an operation known as Shetland.
Unfortunately, the ringleader of the operation had escaped and was in the wind.
And now Honey was pregnant, due in just a few weeks, and the house was alive again with family, with talk of babies and the next generation of Hawks.
Odd how that conversation had sparked thoughts of settling down himself.
Br
ayden shook off the thought, climbed from the SUV, smiling at the sound of the horses galloping on the hill. Since the girls had moved in, they’d added more livestock, and he’d hired his friend Beau Fortner as foreman of the ranch operation.
His mother swept him into a hug as he entered the foyer. “So glad you made it to dinner, Brayden.”
“I wouldn’t miss it, Mom.” The weekly family get-togethers had meant a lot to his mother during the lean years.
Truth be told, it had meant a lot to him, too. He’d harbored guilt over his sister’s disappearance and had needed his family around him.
Charlotte and Honey and the girls were laying out a spread of food that would feed half of Texas while Lucas, Harrison and brother number three, Dexter, stood by the sideboard sipping scotch. Dexter handed him a highball glass, and Brayden inhaled the rich aroma before taking a sip.
“Thanks, I needed this.”
“Bad day in court?” Lucas asked.
Brayden shrugged. He would have rather been in court than on that damn date. Thank God it had only been lunch.
His mother called them to the table, and they gathered for the blessing, then the meal. Excited talk of the nursery Honey was putting together for baby Hawk floated between the women while Dexter filled them in on the new horses he’d bought.
Lucas’s phone buzzed with a text, earning a chiding look from his mother. She respected all their jobs but insisted they leave their phones and business at the door.
“Sorry, Mom,” Lucas murmured. “It’s about the Shetland operation.”
The room grew quiet. Strained.
Lucas stood and walked to the foyer away from the table. Harrison followed. Tension stretched into a pained silence as they waited to find out if the Shetland ring had struck again.
* * *
MILA SWALLOWED BACK the terror clawing at her as she approached the head nurse in the clinic.
“Rhoda, will you please tell everyone to leave? I have to get home to Izzy. She’s sick.”
Rhoda gave her a worried look. “Is she okay?”
Mila fought a sob, then nodded. “She will be, but she needs her mommy. Just send the patients home and we’ll reschedule.” She squeezed Rhoda’s arm. “You go home, too. I’ll close up.”
