Join six authors as they take you through a journey of mystery, passion, and danger to uncover a cult and catch a killer loose in Wyoming!
Special Agent’s Perfect Cover by Marie Ferrarella
Cold Plains, Wyoming, should be a ghost town. Then why are its once-decaying streets gleaming? And why are there only beautiful, smiling Stepford-like wives in those streets? Hawk Bledsoe wants to know…because the woman who broke his heart seems to be one of them. Now the two must risk their lives to expose the town’s monstrous secret. And danger only revives the desire both try their hardest to resist….
Rancher’s Perfect Baby Rescue by Linda Conrad
Nathan Pierce has plenty of reasons to distrust the Devotees—and Susannah Paul. But as the delicate beauty insinuates herself into his life and his heart, Nathan realizes she’s different. And very much in danger. Soon nothing matters more than protecting Susannah and her child from the evil closing in around them.
A Daughter’s Perfect Secret by Kimberly Van Meter
Darcy Craven is still reeling from the fact that she isn’t who she thought she was, and she’s not leaving until she uncovers the truth. She knows she shouldn’t trust Cold Plains’s new doctor, Rafe Black. But every step brings Rafe and Darcy closer to each other—and to a truth that could cost them their lives.
Lawman’s Perfect Surrender by Jennifer Morey
The heat between them is instantaneous. But police deputy Ford McCall has a job to do. He knows that evil has come to rural Cold Plains. And if he doesn’t want the irresistible newcomer involved, he can’t take the risk. Gemma Johnson already fled from an abusive marriage. Now her violent ex has come after her, and everything screams for her to turn to the rugged lawman. But desire can lead to danger, and there’s only so much her vulnerable heart can take….
The Perfect Outsider by Loreth Anne White
June Farrow works for Cold Plains Search and Rescue as cover for her real mission—helping Devotees escape from Samuel Grayson’s evil cult. The rugged man she finds in the woods has no memory, and June’s only option is to take him to the safe house. "Jesse" is the name on his belt buckle—that’s the only thing he knows. The attraction between them threatens to awaken his past. But how can he trust himself not to destroy those he’s trying to protect?
Mercenary’s Perfect Mission by Carla Cassidy
Fleeing Samuel Grayson’s cult was a risky move for Olivia Conner. So risky that the single mom left one of her children behind. Olivia’s only option is a safe house she found with the help of ruggedly sexy mercenary Micah Grayson. But once she learns he is Samuel’s twin, she dares not trust him…or the way her body reacts to his. Now the two—who’ve both sworn off relationships—must embark on a deadly mission: rescue Olivia’s son, take down Samuel and safeguard their hearts against love!
Perfect Wyoming Complete Collection
Special Agent’s Perfect Cover
Rancher’s Perfect Baby Rescue
A Daughter’s Perfect Secret
Lawman’s Perfect Surrender
The Perfect Outsider
Mercenary’s Perfect Mission
Marie Ferrarella
Linda Conrad
Kimberly Van Meter
Jennifer Morey
Loreth Anne White
Carla Cassidy
Table of Contents
Special Agent’s Perfect Cover
By Marie Ferrarella
Rancher’s Perfect Baby Rescue
By Linda Conrad
A Daughter’s Perfect Secret
By Kimberly Van Meter
Lawman’s Perfect Surrender
By Jennifer Morey
The Perfect Outsider
By Loreth Anne White
Mercenary’s Perfect Mission
By Carla Cassidy
“What have they done to you?”
Cold Plains, Wyoming, should be a ghost town. Then why are its once-decaying streets gleaming? And why are there only beautiful, smiling Stepford-like wives in those streets? Hawk Bledsoe wants to know…because the woman who broke his heart seems to be one of them.
Carly Finn is stunned to see Hawk return to town as an FBI agent tracking a serial killer. Hawk doesn’t know why she once ended their romance so cruelly—or how much Carly sacrificed for him. But now the two must risk their lives to expose the town’s monstrous secret. And danger only revives the desire both try their hardest to resist….
Special Agent’s Perfect Cover
Marie Ferrarella
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
PROLOGUE
Micah Grayson wasn’t sure what had possessed him to turn on the TV in the pristine, upscale hotel room that he was occupying for the day. He wasn’t exactly the kind of man who craved company or needed to fill the silence.
Hell, in his particular chosen “line of work,” silence and stealth were two of his best tools. He had no desire to listen to music or watch anything that might be on the big screen TV that came with the price of the first-class room. For that matter, he only kept up on world affairs insofar as to learn about what region of the world he’d most likely be going to next.
But after methodically going through his own mental checklist and making sure that the room was clear of bugs—not the kind with legs but the kind that could get a man killed—he’d absently switched on the set and sank down on the bed, thinking about his next move.
The grim voice of the newscaster didn’t even penetrate his consciousness.
Not until her picture was flashed on the screen.
Very little caught Micah off guard these days. His life was literally riding on this fact, that he was always prepared for any and all contingencies and could act accordingly.
But seeing her face knocked the wind out of him. More than that, it was as if he’d just been on the receiving end of an iron fist aimed straight for his gut.
Because according to the newscaster, the woman in the photograph was dead. And when he had last seen her, a million years ago, before life had gotten so immensely complicated and they had gone their separate ways, Johanna had been very much alive.
Alive, but no longer his.
“In keeping with what seems to have become a bizarre ritual, the body of Johanna Tate was found yesterday outside of Eden, Wyoming. The victim suffered a single gunshot wound. The coroner has concluded that that was the cause of death. This is the fifth such female body found in as many years. Police are asking anyone with any information about this latest murder victim to please step forward. Any informant’s identity will be kept strictly confidential. Rumor has it that this young woman was a resident of Cold Plains, a town located some eighty miles away, but this has not been confirmed yet.”
A resid
ent of Cold Plains.
Yes, she was from there, Micah thought, bitterness filling his mouth like bile.
As had he once been.
Johanna had been the reason he’d remained in that godforsaken blot on the map for as long as he had. And ultimately, she’d been the reason why he had abruptly left without so much as a backward glance. Because after being his, after planning to share all her tomorrows with him, she’d allowed herself to be charmed away from his side by the very devil himself.
Charmed away by Samuel Grayson.
Never mind that Samuel was his twin brother. He and that underhanded, despicable excuse for a human being were as different as night and day. He had never pretended to be anything but what he was, never made any excuses for himself. While Samuel wove elaborate tapestries made of intricate lies to ensnare those he wanted to own, to control for his own unstated purposes.
Crossing to the TV monitor, Micah Grayson turned up the volume.
But the story was over. The dark-haired newscaster had gone on to talk about the unseasonably warm April weather, exchanging inane banter with an overly ripe, barely legal-looking weather girl sporting a torrent of blond hair that appeared to be almost longer than her dress.
Johanna had been allocated less than a sound bite.
Micah hit the off button. The screen on the wall went instantly dark as it fell into silence.
“Damn it, Johanna, I told you he was trouble. I told you you’d regret picking him over me,” Micah said in frustrated anger.
That had been the extent of his fight to keep her. Telling her that she’d regret her choice. He’d felt that if he had to convince Johanna to stay with him, then he’d already lost her, and it hadn’t been worth his breath to argue with her.
Taking out his worn, creased wallet, the one that carried his current ID stamped with his current name—one of many he’d assumed since he’d left Johanna and Cold Plains behind—he opened it. Beneath the handful of bills he always kept in it and the false ID was a tiny close-up of a sweet-faced girl with pale brown eyes and long, straight black hair.
Johanna’s high school picture.
The same picture that was embossed in his brain. He couldn’t say that it was embossed on his heart because he no longer had one. One of the hazards of his job. A heart only got in the way, slowed a man down, kept him from a laser-like focus on his assignment.
A wave of fury flared through his veins, and Micah crumpled the faded photo in his hand. He drew back his arm, about to pitch the tiny paper ball across the room, then changed his mind.
Exhaling a long, slow breath, he opened his hand, letting the small wad fall onto the bed. He carefully flattened it out again, then slipped the now-creased photograph back into his wallet.
Samuel couldn’t be allowed to get away with this, Micah swore vehemently. He didn’t know any of the particulars, but Samuel had to be behind Johanna’s death. His twin brother’s prints were all over this. He’d bet his soul on it.
The corners of Micah’s mouth curved in a humorless smile.
If he had a soul, he corrected silently.
Micah knew someone who could look into things. Someone who could take Samuel’s so-called paradise, strip it of all its gingerbread facade and expose it for what it was: hell on earth. Someone who he’d known all those years ago and had himself left for greener pastures, so to speak.
Someone, Micah thought as he tapped the numbers lodged in his memory out onto the cell phone’s key pad, who still had a soul. And who knew, maybe even a heart, too.
The cell phone on the other end rang a total of six times. Micah decided to give it to the count of ten and then try again later.
A man in his profession didn’t leave messages.
But then he heard someone picking up on the other end and a deep voice say, “Special Agent Bledsoe.”
A glimmer of a smile passed over Micah’s lips.
His brother was going down. It might take a while, but he was going down. And he would pay for what had happened to Johanna.
“Hawk, this is Micah. Grayson,” he added in case the agent was having trouble remembering him. It had been a while. “I need to see you.” He paused and then said cryptically, “I’ve got a not-so-anonymous tip for you about those murdered women on the news.”
CHAPTER 1
Okay, so where is he?
Special Agent Hawk Bledsoe paced about the hotel room, which grew progressively smaller by the moment. His frown deepened significantly as impatience drummed through him.
He had a really bad feeling about this.
About all of this.
To say that he had been surprised to hear from Micah Grayson out of the blue yesterday after so many years gave new meaning to the term “understatement.” Micah and he both had the very same connection between them that had just recently come to light about the five murder victims: they came from the same region in Wyoming. Micah was born in Horn’s Gulf, while he had the misfortune of actually growing up in Cold Plains.
A great place to be from, Hawk thought cynically, the heels of his boots sinking into the light gray carpet. He made yet another complete trip around the room. Nothing good had ever come from that town. Except for—
No! He wasn’t going to let himself go there. Those thoughts belonged in his past, buried deeper than the unearthed five victims apparently had been.
The victims, he’d already decided after reviewing the notes made by past agents, had all been buried as if the killer had expected them to be discovered. Eventually, if not immediately.
Why? What was the sense in that? What did these women have in common other than having the bad luck of being from Cold Plains? And of course, other than the fact that they had all been murdered, execution style, with a single bullet to the back of the head. Their sins—whatever they were—had obviously been unpardonable to someone.
But who?
And why?
And where the hell was Micah, anyway? He was supposed to be here. The urgency in Micah’s voice was the reason why he’d driven straight through the night to get here.
It wasn’t as if he’d called the man—a man who he knew through various sources made his living by hiring out to do things that others either could not or would not do—or were just unable to do. Be that as it may, it was Micah who had called him, not the other way around.
Called him and had said just enough to get him hooked. That he needed to talk to him about the five murdered women who had been found scattered through isolated areas in Wyoming.
Did that mean Micah knew who was responsible? Or that he at least had a viable theory? He wished he could have gotten Micah to say more, but the man had been deliberately closemouthed, saying he’d tell him “everything” when he got here.
So where was he?
Hawk knew that Micah Grayson had once dated Johanna Tate. Was that why the man had gone out of his way to call him? Had he called in reinforcements? As far as he knew, that wasn’t Micah’s style.
Either way, it looked as if he wasn’t about to find out now. He’d gotten no more out of his one-time friend than that: to come meet him in this off-the-beaten-path hotel. Room 705. Micah didn’t believe in saying much over the phone, even one that most likely was one of those disposable models, which could be discarded—and rendered untraceable—at a moment’s notice.
So rather than clear anything up, Micah’s call had merely added to the mystery that was already so tightly wound around the dead women it reminded Hawk of a skein of yarn whose beginning was so well hidden, it defied discovery—or unraveling.
Yarn.
Where the hell had that come from?
And then he remembered.
She had liked to knit. He’d teased her about it, saying things like it was an old-lady ho
bby. Carly, in turn, had sniffed dismissively and informed him that it suited her just fine, thank you very much. He recalled being fascinated, watching her fingers manage the needles like a master, creating articles of clothing out of straight lines of color.
As he recalled, she had professed to absolutely love creating things.
Again, he banished the thoughts—the all-too-vivid memories—out of his head. But not quite as forcefully this time as he had initially. Hawk supposed that it was inevitable. After all this time, he was about to be dragged back to the little pimple of a town he’d once left behind in his rearview mirror.
He recalled driving away as fast as he could all those years ago. At the time, he’d thought he was leaving permanently. Obviously not.
He was making too much out of this. The thoughts he was having about Carly just went to prove that he was human, just like everyone else. Nothing more.
The problem was, he didn’t want to be human. Especially not now of all times. If nothing else, being human, reacting emotionally, got in the way of efficiency. Being human was a distraction, and he had a case to unravel and a murderer—or murderers—to track down. That had to come first. He couldn’t afford to be distracted, not even a little.
Memories and thoughts of what could have been—and hadn’t been—had no place here. Or anywhere in his life.
Though his expression gave no evidence of his emotional turmoil, Hawk was too tense to sit down. So he went on pacing about the small hotel room where Micah had said he would meet him.
He’d been waiting for over an hour.
To the best of his recollection, Micah was never late. It was one of the things they’d had in common. Because of the directions that life had taken them, they both believed that time was a tool to be used, not frivolously ignored or disregarded.
Micah wouldn’t be late. If the mercenary wasn’t here it was because he couldn’t be here.
Which meant that something was wrong.
Which in turn meant that he, as the special agent who had recently been put in charge of this case, couldn’t put off the inevitable for very much longer.
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