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by Chapman, Janet




  “Chapman is unmatched and unforgettable.”*

  Praise for the novels of Janet Chapman

  “Chapman continues to maintain a great blend of magic, romance, and realism in a small-town setting, tales in the style of Barbara Bretton’s popular books.”

  —Booklist

  “Heartwarming…Readers will enjoy the enchanting town and characters.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “A captivating, heartwarming paranormal romance that will capture your attention from the very beginning…The combination of wit, clever dialogue, charismatic characters, magic, and love makes this story absolutely enchanting.”

  —Romance Junkies

  “One can’t beat a love story that combines magic and a man willing to move mountains for the woman he loves! Great elements of humor, magic, and romance.”

  —Night Owl Reviews

  “A spectacular and brilliant novel for those who love the juxtaposition of the paranormal and the real world…A PERFECT 10 is a fitting rating for…a novel which is both tender and joyful, but also has beasts looking for peace and a new way of life after centuries of struggle.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “[A] delightful romantic series with a paranormal twist…Chapman brings plenty of warmth and fun to the story by enlivening it with a rich cast of characters. You can’t go wrong with a Chapman story!”

  —*RT Book Reviews (4 stars)

  Jove titles by Janet Chapman

  HIGHLANDER FOR THE HOLIDAYS

  SPELLBOUND FALLS

  CHARMED BY HIS LOVE

  COURTING CAROLINA

  Courting

  Carolina

  Janet Chapman

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  COURTING CAROLINA

  A Jove Book / published by arrangement with the author

  PUBLISHING HISTORY

  Jove mass-market edition / September 2012

  Copyright © 2012 by Janet Chapman.

  Excerpt from The Heart of a Hero copyright © 2012 by Janet Chapman.

  “Crafty Girls,” “Alethea,” “Red School House,” and “Beauty” copyright © Ethel F. Taylor.

  Cover art by Jim Griffin

  Cover design by George Long.

  Cover handlettering by Ron Zinn.

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  ALWAYS LEARNING

  PEARSON

  To Delbert Byram

  (April 13, 1918–October 1, 2011)

  Bye, Daddy. Have fun, and say hi to Mom from all of us!

  Table of 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

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Letter from Lakewatch

  Poems by Ethel F. Taylor

  The Heart of a Hero

  Chapter One

  Alec heard the distinct rumble of thunder over the gush of the cascading falls and tossed his shovel onto the stream bank with a muttered curse before vaulting up behind it. He picked up his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off his face, then turned to glare at the dark clouds rolling across the fiord toward him. “Go around!” he shouted, pointing north with his free hand as he wiped down his chest. But the storm gods didn’t have any sense of humor, apparently, and the hair on his arms stirred just as lightning flashed on a sharp crack of thunder. “Well, fine then!” he shouted with a laugh as he bolted toward camp. “Take your best shot, you noisy bastards!”

  Alec slipped into his shirt when the wind pushing ahead of the storm took on an ominous chill, and lengthened his stride when he realized he was losing the footrace to the sheet of rain sweeping up the mountain. How had he been caught by surprise? There hadn’t been a cold front forecast to come through, or even any clouds in the crisp September sky ten minutes ago. Another crack sounded to his right just as the wind-driven rain hit with enough force to make him stagger, and Alec scrambled to catch himself with another laugh.

  But he came to an abrupt halt at the sound of an unmistakably feminine scream, followed almost immediately by an enraged shout that was also human—and male. He held his breath through several heartbeats trying to discern its direction in the downpour, then took off at a run again, leaving the trail at a diagonal down the mountain. He weaved through the old-growth forest even as he wondered who was out here, as this section of the resort’s wilderness trail was closed to guests until he had all the footbridges and lean-tos in place.

  Alec came to a halt again next to a large tree and lif
ted his hand against the rain as he quickly calculated his odds of saving the woman without getting himself killed in the process. The two brutes attacking her weren’t much of a worry, whereas the large dog racing up the mountain toward them might be a problem.

  The woman gave another bloodcurdling scream as she bucked against the man straddling her, and twisted to clamp her teeth over the wrist of the guy kneeling at her head, pinning down her hands. The ensuing shout of pain was drowned out by a vicious growl as the dog lunged at the man on top of her, the animal’s momentum sending them both tumbling to the ground.

  Okay then, the dog was on her side. Hoping it realized he was also on the woman’s side, Alec drove his boot into the ribs of the man she’d bitten, sending him sprawling into a tree just as lightning struck so close, the percussion knocked Alec to his knees. And since he landed next to the woman, he caught her fist swinging toward him, grasped her waist with his other hand, and lifted her to her feet. “Run! Up!” he shouted as he gave her a push. “God dammit, go! The dog and I will catch up!”

  She hesitated only a heartbeat, but it was long enough for him to see the uncertainty in her eyes as she glanced at the dog before she turned and ran uphill. The guy he’d kicked lunged at her on the way by, and Alec leapt to his feet when he realized the bastard had a knife.

  The woman scrambled sideways, crying out as she grabbed her leg and kept running. The man started after her again, but suddenly turned at Alec’s roar. Alec caught the wrist holding the knife and drove his boot into the man’s ribs again, twisting the guy’s arm until he felt it snap before plunging the blade into the bastard’s thigh. He then spun around when the dog gave a yelp to see it regain its footing and lunge again at the other man, this time going after the arm holding a goddamned gun.

  Alec slammed into the guy, grabbing his wrist just as the weapon discharged. The dog tumbled back with a yelp, and Alec snapped the bastard’s arm over his knee, causing the gun to fall to the ground. He then shoved the screaming man headfirst into a tree, watching him crumple into a boneless heap before he turned and rushed to the dog that now had its teeth clamped down on the other man’s neck.

  “Hey, come on!” he shouted over another sharp crack of thunder. He grabbed the dog by the jowls and pulled it away. “That’s enough,” he said, holding its head from behind so it couldn’t turn on him. “I know you’d like to see them both dead, but they’re not worth the hassle it’s going to cause us. Easy now, calm down,” he said loudly over the raging storm, guiding the dog uphill several steps, then giving it a nudge with his knee. “Go on. Go find your lady.”

  The dog hesitated just as the woman had, its eyes narrowed against the rain and its lips rolled back, then suddenly took off in the direction she’d run and disappeared into the storm. Alec looked down at the man cradling his broken arm against the knife in his thigh, knelt to one knee, and drove his fist into his face. “Sleep tight, you son of a bitch,” he muttered, glancing over to make sure the other guy was still out before he also headed uphill at a run.

  Only he hadn’t gone two hundred yards before he found the woman lying facedown on the soaked forest floor, the dog licking her cheek. Alec approached cautiously, crooning calm words loud enough to be heard over the pounding rain, and slowly knelt on the other side of her. He laid a firm hand on the dog’s raised hackles when it stiffened on a warning snarl. “You’re going to have to trust me, ye big brute. Your lady’s hurt, and I need to see how badly.”

  He felt the dog—which he suspected was a wolf or at least a hybrid—tremble with indecision, and Alec slowly reached out with his other hand and touched the woman’s hair plastered to her head. “Easy now,” he said when the snarling grew louder, moving his fingers to her neck to feel for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief to find it strong and steady, and carefully rolled her over. “There we go,” he said, releasing the dog when it lowered its head and started licking her face again. Alec slid an arm behind her shoulders and a hand under her knees and stood up.

  He carried her uphill until he came to the trail and turned toward camp. “No, heel!” he snapped when the dog stopped and looked back down the mountain. “They’re not going anywhere.” The animal fell into step beside him, and Alec repositioned the woman’s head into the crook of his neck to keep the driving rain off her face and blew out a harsh breath to tamp down his own anger. Christ, it had been all he could do to keep from killing the bastards himself when he’d caught them brutalizing her.

  What was she doing out here? Had the men brought her into the wilderness to rape and kill her and bury her body? The nearest old logging tote road was six miles to the south, and the resort he worked for was over ten miles away on top of the mountain. But she’d been running up from the fiord—just a mile below his camp—which meant they’d probably come by boat.

  Alec scaled the lean-to steps, then dropped to one knee and carefully set the woman on the plank floor beside his sleeping bag, keeping her upper half cradled against his chest. He slid his hand from under her knees, then had to shove the dog away when it started licking her again. “Nay, ye let me check her out,” he murmured as he smoothed the hair off her face—only to suck in a breath.

  She was beautiful but for the angry welt on her pale cheek and the darkening bump on her forehead that ran into her hairline. Alec looked down at her endlessly long legs and saw the bastard’s knife had drawn blood. Realizing she was shivering violently, he started undressing her, but stilled in surprise again when he pulled her soaked blouse out of her pants and saw the dark bruise on her side. It ran over her ribs into her sheer blue bra, and he recognized that it was two or three days old. Filled with renewed rage, he carefully worked the blouse off her shoulders, only to find her arms also covered in small bruises, some of them appearing to be fingerprints.

  It was obvious the woman had been struggling against them for several days, and he started rethinking his decision not to kill the bastards as he continued exposing the full extent of her nightmare. Feeling much like the storm raging directly overhead, Alec fought back the darkness that had been his life for eight years when he caught himself thinking there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t bury the men out here; quietly, efficiently, and with the calm detachment he’d once been known for.

  The woman had been bound, as evidenced by the raw chafing on her wrists. He found more bruising on her legs when he carefully peeled down her slacks, and she was missing a shoe. Alec pushed the dog out of the way, lifted back the edge of his sleeping bag, and carefully set her inside it.

  He pulled over his duffel bag and dug around until he found a T-shirt. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured as he sat her up and unhooked her bra. “But I’m afraid getting you completely dry trumps modesty at the moment.” He worked the T-shirt over her head, carefully slid her arms into the sleeves, and smoothed it down over her utterly feminine, rose-tipped breasts all the way to her thighs. He pulled her heavy mess of long, wet hair out of the collar and laid her down, then grabbed a towel hanging on the back wall of the lean-to and wrapped it around her head. Setting his jaw determinedly, he slid his hands under the T-shirt and carefully worked off her matching blue panties, but stopped when he reached the knife gash. “Damn,” he growled, pulling off the panties and tossing them beside the discarded bra. He tucked the sleeping bag over her upper half and opposite leg, then dug through his duffel for the medical kit.

  The dog settled against the woman’s side and rested its chin on her shoulder, keeping a guarded eye on him. “You’re a good friend,” Alec said conversationally as he examined the wound on her thigh. “Ye can guard my back anytime you’re wanting.”

  It wasn’t a deep gash that needed stitching, he was relieved to see as he carefully cleaned it with gauze then started placing butterfly bandages along the length of the cut. He dabbed it with salve and covered it with another piece of gauze, taping it into place before tucking the baby-soft leg into the sleeping bag.

  “Had ye reached the end of your strength or is that bum
p on your head making you sleep?” he asked the unconscious woman, carefully lifting first one and then the other of her eyelids. Again relieved to see her pupils appeared normal and even, Alec sat down and took off his boots. He then stood up and started stripping off his own wet clothes as he studied what was definitely a full-bred wolf, its long guard hairs muted black over a soft pelt of gray, with piercing eyes of hazel-gold watching him from a broad wet face. “Aye, you’re a good partner in a fight,” he said as he shoved off his pants and boxers. “And I thank you for not going for my throat.”

  The wolf’s brows were all that moved as its gaze followed Alec around the shelter as he dried off with another towel and slipped into clean clothes. He pulled the band off his wet hair, toweled it dry as well, then combed his fingers through the shoulder-length waves before tying it against the nape of his neck again. He crouched down and laid a hand on the woman’s forehead, gently smoothing her brow with his thumb. “She’s going to be okay,” he promised the wolf as he stood up and walked to the front rail of the three-sided lean-to that sat twenty yards up from the trail.

  The storm was finally making its way north between the mountain they were on and the one at the end of the fiord, leaving in its wake an almost obscene silence but for the water gently dripping off the leaves. Alec glanced in the direction of the men and blew out a sigh, then walked to the rear wall and pulled down a small backpack. He placed a coil of rope inside, along with the resort’s satellite phone and the medical kit, and slipped the pack over his shoulders. He sat down and dug two pairs of socks out of his duffel, putting on one pair followed by his boots, then rolled to his knees and peeled back the bottom of the sleeping bag.

  He slid off the woman’s socks—one of them shredded from her running in only one shoe—and covered her feet with his hands to take away some of the chill. He then slipped his oversized socks on her and tucked the bag around her legs before moving to her head. Alec reached inside the sleeping bag, pressed his palm just below her collarbone, and felt her steady heartbeat and even breathing.

 

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