Love Inspired Suspense June 2014 Bundle 2 of 2: Forced AllianceOut for JusticeNo Place to Run

by Worth, Lenora; Post, Carol J. ; Laird, Marion Faith

  Josie wrestled herself around and turned to stare up at him. “I want you, of course. And…that’s former agent to you.”

  He let go of her and sank down beside her. “You quit?”

  “Of course I quit. I had to bring down the man I worked for. Not very good for PR around the office.”

  Connor stared over at her, giving her a chance to see the blue of his eyes, the stubble of his shadow of a beard and…the trace of hope in his hardened expression. “I would think you’d receive a medal and a promotion.”

  “I was offered a promotion but I decided to try something new.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Tracking down a wanted man.”

  He grabbed part of her pastry and chewed. “Me, a wanted man? Imagine that? Who wants me now?”

  “Just me,” she said on a shy smile. “Just me—unemployed and bored and…lonely me. I told you if you left I’d find you.”

  He drank most of her cappuccino before he gave her a blank stare. “What are you really doing here, Josie?”

  Josie let out an exasperated sigh and reached a hand up to touch his face. “Trying to tell you that I love you,” she finally said.

  Connor’s hand covered hers and drew it away from his face. “Are you sure? Because you sure didn’t seem convinced about me, even after I told you I didn’t know that Armond was my father.”

  “More than sure.” She clutched her fingers against his. “Positively beyond-a-shadow-of-doubt sure.”

  He pulled away and gave her one of his blue-eyed gazes. “I had to get away to make positively sure I could handle things.”

  “Your father wants to see you.”

  He nodded. “I know. I’m still trying to work my way toward that meeting. Deidre prays for me on a daily basis.”

  “So do I,” Josie replied.

  Connor shot her a look of gratitude. “No wonder I feel so much better about things now.”

  “He’s in prison,” she said. “But he’s resigned himself to that, I think. Someone once told me he had a heart underneath all that criminal activity.”

  “And maybe he does. He did give up a lot to come clean.” Connor shrugged. “I’ll go see him one day.” He nudged her. “Hey, maybe we could swing by and visit your daddy, too.”

  “Touché,” she said. “And for now?”

  “I’m an almost millionaire,” he quipped. “I didn’t take any of the dirty money he wanted me to have. And I won’t after he’s gone, either.” Then he grinned. “But I did keep the Camaro.”

  Josie thanked God for his new attitude. “Noble of you to let go of the fortune.”

  “It was the right thing to do.” Looking away, he added, “I’ve been doing some consulting work and I’m actually getting paid.” He turned back and stared over at her, a slow, soft smile cresting on his full lips. “So, former agent Josie Gilbert, what do you plan to do next?”

  “Handcuff you and take you hostage,” she retorted.

  “No need for that,” he replied. Then he lifted her out of her chair and danced her around the table. “Why don’t we start with me showing you London and see how we do from there?”

  Josie nodded. “I’d like that.”

  He tugged her close. “Now, repeat what you said earlier, please.”

  “Which part?”

  “The part about you loving me.”

  “I love you,” she said, her hand moving down his face.

  Connor leaned down and kissed her. Then he whispered in her ear, “I love you, too. Even without the handcuffs.”

  Josie smiled into the kiss and thanked God for frequent-flyer points and…for allowing her to finally find the real Connor Randall.

  *

  Keep reading for a n excerpt from COLLATERAL DAMAGE by Hannah Alexander.

  Dear Reader,

  Do you remember the movie Catch Me if You Can? It starred Leonardo DiCaprio as a con man who’d fooled a lot of people before turning to help the FBI. I’ve always been fascinated with that movie. So when Connor Randall—a reformed con artist—stepped onto the pages of In Pursuit of a Princess, I knew I’d have to write his story.

  It was a tricky balance of showing his shady past while pushing him toward a complete redemption. Connor loves his baby sister, Deidre (who was also in my princess book), so he wants to redeem himself in her eyes. Deidre’s strong faith has left a lasting impression on Connor, too. When he meets Special Agent Josie Gilbert and realizes she’s the real deal, he also wants to show Josie that he’s changed. But Josie has her own reasons for not trusting anyone, so she can’t be conned or won over so easily.

  I enjoyed this adventure with Connor and Josie and I hope you did, too. I believe there is good in all of us, so I’m glad Connor found his true calling and that he fell in love. I hope you will remember that no matter what you have in your past, God is always there ready to listen and stand by you.

  Until next time, may the angels watch over you. Always.

  Questions for Discussion

  Connor Randall is a different kind of inspirational hero. Was it easy for you to accept him or did you have doubts about him?

  Josie was a rookie who already felt guilty about a botched assignment. Do you think it was fair that she was saddled with a recovering con artist?

  Connor held his secrets close to his heart, but he wanted to be a better person for his sister’s sake. Did you believe he was sincere?

  Josie had some issues with her past and a father who lied and cheated. Do you believe this is why she pushed Connor away?

  What did you see as the overall theme of this story? The word redemption kept popping into my mind, but I think it went deeper than that. Forgiveness of one’s self has to come with redemption, don’t you think?

  Why do you think Connor almost felt sorry for Louis Armond? Do you believe they were real friends or just playing a game?

  Why couldn’t Connor get the goods on Armond?

  Josie thought he was protecting the aging gangster. Did you believe that at first?

  Josie loves her job but she values honesty above all else. Was she being too rigid in dealing with that?

  Louis Armond had a mansion, but spiritually, he had nothing. Have you ever known someone who thought they had it all only to realize they needed God in their lives?

  Why did Connor and Josie feel so safe at Mama Joe’s? Have you ever found an unusual quiet shelter from life’s woes?

  In the end, Armond tried to make up for his mistakes. Do you think he got what he deserved?

  In the end, Connor paid dearly for the life he’d chosen. Do you think he’ll be able to overcome the secrets revealed at the end?

  Josie could have turned on Connor but she chose to believe in him. Why did she think he’d do the right thing?

  Being a law-enforcement person can bring burnout and a jaded sense of justice. Have you ever had to deal with someone who’s given up on life?

  Do you think Deidre should have her own book? What would you like to see happen with her?

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  ONE

  The warning shriek of a siren accompanied a blur of Missouri roadside shrubs and the flash of red-blue-red in Sarah Russell’s rearview mirror. She dabbed at her wet face with the cuff of her sleeve. Another blast of sound and flash of lights near her back bumper told her she was busted. “Oh, sure,” she muttered. “Don’t go after the real speeders. Pick on me.”

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nbsp; All she needed right now, atop everything else, was public humiliation—it would be bad enough when the whole Russell family found out she’d lost Emma after having custody for only three weeks. And she hadn’t been speeding. True, squealing tire rubber on the road was never a good idea, and she should have known better than to attempt highway traffic while fighting tears that flowed faster than her speedometer, but still…

  With a wet sniffle, she pulled to the shoulder of Highway 60. A few more seconds and she’d have been out of the Sikeston city limits and on her way toward Jolly Mill.

  She closed her eyes and focused on breathing deeply. The word murder reverberated through her mind in time with her heartbeat. Impossible. Couldn’t be! But what if it was true? Innocent, trusting sixteen-year-old Emma was headed toward disaster in more ways than one.

  Sarah fumbled in her purse for a tissue and was blowing her nose when a uniformed figure stepped from the cruiser behind her. She lowered the window, winced at the squeak she’d never had repaired and looked up—into the face of her cousin, John Fred Russell.

  “Oh, John.” She nearly burst into fresh tears at the sight of the man who’d been like a brother since her family moved here. Among all the Russell cousins, John was her favorite. A person couldn’t spit on the sidewalk in this town without the whole Russell clan hearing about it, but John had kept silent for years about her most devastating secret. He was a true man.

  “Sarah Fey Russell,” he muttered with a voice of resignation.

  “John, this isn’t a good time. Please, just let me go. Didn’t you recognize my car?”

  “All I saw was a set of taillights weaving back and forth on the road like a flag in a high wind,” he drawled, wiggling his hand in the air. “But yes, when you finally stopped, I knew it was you.”

  A pickup truck sped past. He glanced toward the receding vehicle then sighed and returned his attention to her. “I have to ask, of course, so just tell me you haven’t suddenly taken up drinking and driving for recreation.” Again, the dry tone, his southeastern Missouri accent as pronounced as usual. His typical expression of serenity was firmly in place, which meant he knew she wouldn’t need to breathe into a tube.

  She shook her head, sniffed and dabbed at a few stray tears with her sleeve.

  He leaned over and peered at her face more closely. “Hey, cuz.” His tone softened. “You crying? What’s wrong?”

  He’d been a rock since Mom and Dad died three weeks ago…. Could Emma be right? Was it possible their deaths weren’t just a tragic accident? “I’ve already blown the guardianship.”

  “How?”

  “I’ve lost Emma.”

  “What?”

  Sarah reached toward the passenger seat for the printout of the long email she’d found after arriving home from her final, long day of teachers’ meetings to end the school year.

  He took the sheet and squinted. “Wow. Save me some time. Give me the short version.”

  “She’s driving across the state to Jolly Mill to investigate a rumor that the explosion that killed Mom and Dad was intentional.”

  John hunkered down, eyes wide. “Someone thinks your parents were murdered?”

  More tears surfaced as Sarah’s throat threatened to close. It was too fresh. Only three weeks since her world had shattered. “Nick Tyler suspects something. He’s Aunt Peg’s son.”

  “She was the other person killed in the first explosion. You’ve mentioned Nick. You two were best buds when you lived there, right?”

  Sarah hesitated. If John only knew. And perhaps he should. “If Nick suspects something, then I believe there’s something to suspect.” She held up Emma’s note. “There was another explosion the next day and another woman died—a nurse in an infirmary not far from the conference center where Mom and Dad and Aunt Peg were killed.”

  John let out a long, low whistle. “There’s no police force in Jolly Mill.”

  “That’s probably why Nick’s staying with his dad for a while, just to keep an eye on things.”

  “If that’s where Emma’s going, will she be safe there?”

  Sarah leaned her forehead against the steering wheel, trying not to think about it. “Her email to me was time-stamped two-thirteen. If she left soon after, she could be there by now.”

  He looked at his watch. “Seven now. Yep, she could be.” He blew out a puff of air. “What on earth did that girl think there was to investigate?”

  “You know Emma. She wants to be a police officer like her cousin John, so it’s your fault.”

  “You’ve tried calling her, of course.”

  “She’s not answering her cell.”

  Another car sped past, and John grimaced. “Wish we weren’t already two people short tonight. I should go with you. Have you spoken with Nick?”

  “All he and I have exchanged since our family moved away from there are sympathy notes after the explosion. Emma spoke with him on the phone.”

  “Well, okay, but he is a son grieving the death of his mother. Even the most solid people I know can go a little off-kilter when they’re reeling from that kind of shock.”

  “Two explosions a day apart, John. That’s not too much of a stretch. And, John, there’s more.” Sarah hesitated, closing her eyes. “Please promise this doesn’t go anywhere.”

  He leaned forward, elbows resting on the car door until he was eye level with Sarah. “How much worse can it get?”

  “I know under the circumstances this shouldn’t be an issue, but I’m pretty sure he’s Emma’s father.”

  There was a long moment of silent shock that froze her cousin’s face like a statue. “What do you mean you’re pretty sure?”

  “There was a going-away party for Shelby and me. Someone spiked the soda with ecstasy right there under the guard of chaperones and everything. Anyway, that night’s a huge blur, but—”

  John interrupted with a groan. “It’s okay, I don’t need the details. I’d like to wring the neck of the scum who did that to a bunch of innocent kids. Does Nick know she’s his?”

  Sarah closed her eyes and shook her head, allowing the impact of her past to hit her full force. All these years, at the urging of her parents, she’d been encouraged to treat Emma like her surprise baby sister, born just after Sarah and her twin, Shelby, turned seventeen. They never knew she suspected that Nick was the one. Who else could it have been? How her family had sacrificed for her wild, childish heart and for someone’s nasty practical joke.

  “Sarah?”

  “You know how it was. Mom and Dad believed if they didn’t adopt her I wouldn’t go to college, wouldn’t have the chance Shelby had. I have nothing to go on but memories of seeking Nick out at the party—they’re fuzzy, at best. Everyone found out about the spiked soda, so my parents always knew I’d been caught up in something I had no control over.”

  “So you can’t be sure it was him.”

  “He was the only one I’d have even gotten close to. He was the only one. Ever. She looks like him.”

  John sighed. “This one’s a doozy, Sarah Fey, I’ve gotta tell you.”

  “I’m worried about Emma. She’s still such a little girl in so many ways. It’s partially my fault she’s been so sheltered. I spent so much time with her—”

  “You’re good for her, Sarah. You practically gave up dating. In fact, I think she was smothered, if you ask me.”

  “Didn’t ask.” Still, his words soothed her. “So, you letting me go? My tire went off the shoulder, that’s all. I’m fine.” Jolly Mill, a five hour drive from Sikeston, seemed as far away as the moon right now. “If Emma reaches Nick and he sees the family resemblance in person—”

  “You can’t stop her now.” He patted her arm. “Maybe it’s time she knew—”

  “Don’t even say it.”

  “As her sister, you may not be able to control her, but if she knows you’re her birth mother and that you love her like a mother loves a child—”

  “That’s the last thing she needs. You know ho
w tender her heart is. The shock would break it all over again, especially with this question about murder hanging in the air.”

  “If not now—”

  Sarah held a hand up. “I’ve been living this fiction since I was her age. For her sake I have to keep it up at least until she’s strong enough to handle reality again.”

  John gave a heavy sigh. “At least let me find Nick’s number and call him for you.”

  That was tempting. Talking to Nick after all these years and with such a connection hanging between them from their past—and one he knew nothing about—would be hard. But right now Emma’s safety was Sarah’s only concern. “I’ll call him. We were once the best of friends. Can you find the number for Edward Tyler for me?”

  John gave her a salute and quickstepped back to the cruiser as Sarah allowed her thoughts to dwell on Nick—something she’d stopped doing when she heard of his marriage seven years ago—and continued after Mom shared that his wife divorced him. Had it really been nearly seventeen years since she’d seen Nick? She’d cried most of the way across the state the day they left Jolly Mill. She’d had no reason to believe that she carried a child inside her—Nick’s child. It had to be. The very reason she’d sought Nick out that night was to tell him how she really felt about him, that their friendship had blossomed into something so much more powerful….

  Over the years, she’d often imagined Nick’s dark, soul-filled eyes in his daughter’s face. She’d also seen his and his father’s cleft chin. Hadn’t she? Would they see their own features in Emma when she showed up on their front porch? Mom had sent Aunt Peg pictures of all of them throughout the years, but Nick had left Jolly Mill for premed as soon as he graduated. Sarah’s only chance to get through this with no one being the wiser was that Nick couldn’t possibly recall that long-ago night any better than she did—or even as well as she did.

  John returned with a slip of paper and handed it to her. “Don’t talk on the phone while you’re driving. I saw what you’re capable of tonight.”

  She thanked him and reached down for the automatic window control.

  “Wait, did you log on to Emma’s email account, check her activity?”