One-Click Buy: July 2009 Harlequin Blaze

by Julie Kenner

  Maddie found her happily-ever-after with Jase Campbell in Twin Temptation. Now it’s Jordan’s turn….

  Jordan’s world has been shaken to its foundations. Not only has she lost her mother, but she’s also discovered that she has an identical twin sister.

  Then there’s her mother’s will. Eva Ware has left her design studio and business jointly to her two daughters—but only if they temporarily switch lives! Talk about a fish out of water. Jordan has to live on a working ranch for three weeks!

  And the surprises just keep on coming. The biggest one happens when Jordan wakes up in bed with a sexy cowboy—Maddie’s neighbor and would-be fiancé, Cash Landry—and realizes that she doesn’t want to leave.

  I hope you enjoy Jordan and Cash’s story—and the sizzling attraction they can’t seem to control. For news about upcoming releases, be sure to visit my Web site, www.carasummers.com.

  Happy reading!

  Cara Summers

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cara Summers has written more than thirty books for the Harlequin Temptation, Duets and Blaze lines. She has won several awards, including an Award of Excellence, two Golden Quills and two Golden Leaf Awards. This year she was also honored with a Lifetime Achievement Award for Series Storyteller of the Year from Romantic Times BOOKreviews. She loves writing for the Harlequin Blaze line because it allows her to write so many different kinds of stories—from Gothic romances and mystery adventures to romantic comedies. When Cara isn’t creating new stories, she teaches in the writing program at Syracuse University.

  Books by Cara Summers

  HARLEQUIN BLAZE

  188—THE DARE

  192—THE FAVOR

  239—WHEN SHE WAS BAD…

  259—TWO HOT!

  286—ELL ME YOUR SECRETS…

  330—THE P.I.

  336—THE COP

  342—THE DEFENDER

  396—A SEXY TIME OF IT

  413—LIE WITH ME

  437—COME TOY WITH ME

  474—TWIN TEMPTATION

  HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

  813—OTHERWISE ENGAGED

  860—MOONSTRUCK IN MANHATTAN

  900—SHORT, SWEET AND SEXY

  936—FLIRTING WITH TEMPTATION

  970—EARLY TO BED?

  To my lovely niece, Sarah Fulgenzi, a new

  June bride. Congratulations! I wish you a true

  “happy ever after,” and I know you’ll work

  hard to achieve it. I love you!

  Prologue

  WARE HOUSE.

  Jordan gave the Long Island mansion a cursory inspection as she slammed the taxi door behind her. The overcast sky shrouded the place in even more gloom than usual. With its turrets and weathered gray stones, the three-story structure her great-great-grandfather had built looked as mysterious as ever. She’d always thought it could have served as the setting for the Gothic novels she’d enjoyed reading as a young girl. The kind of house that held lots of secrets.

  At least that much hadn’t changed. Because in the last week, everything else in her life had.

  When pain squeezed her heart, Jordan rubbed her fist against her chest. You’ve gotten this far. You can get through the rest.

  Seven days ago, two policemen had come to her apartment door with bad news. Her mother, renowned jewelry designer Eva Ware, had been killed by a hit-and-run driver as she’d crossed the street to her apartment building.

  Her mother was dead.

  A week had gone by and she was still struggling to accept that. Eva should be with her right now. They’d always come to Ware House together. But her mother wasn’t here. She would never be here again.

  Closing her eyes, Jordan ordered herself to take a deep breath. She couldn’t fall apart. She had too much to do. It would be her responsibility to make sure that her mother’s legacy lived on.

  A quick glance at her watch confirmed she was a good half hour early for the reading of her mother’s will. She could take a moment to gather her thoughts, her strength. Turning, she began to pace on the flagstones in front of the huge entrance door.

  You can get through this.

  And she could. Hadn’t she made it through identifying the body at the morgue and making arrangements for the funeral? Her Uncle Carleton and Aunt Dorothy had insisted on helping her with that.

  Jordan had been both grateful and surprised when they’d contacted her because her mother and her uncle hadn’t been on the best of terms for as long as Jordan could remember.

  From what her mother had said, the little feud stemmed back to her grandfather’s will. Carleton and Eva had each inherited half of Ware Bank, half of Ware House and half of his stocks, bonds and cash. Carleton had wanted his sister to invest her share in Ware Bank, the family business, but Eva had insisted on putting her cash into her fledgling jewelry design business.

  To Jordan’s way of thinking, it had turned out to be a wise decision since Eva Ware Designs was one of the most exclusive jewelry stores in New York City. Eva had tried to placate her brother’s feelings by moving out of Ware House and letting him have the place to himself. Her Uncle Carleton, Aunt Dorothy and cousin Adam had lived there ever since, but the strain on family relations had never quite faded. Every time she and her mother visited, the chill in the air was so noticeable that her mother had rented a room at a small inn in nearby Linchworth when ever they intended to stay overnight.

  In spite of all that, her aunt and uncle had been helpful in planning the funeral. Dorothy Ware had a great deal of expertise when it came to organizing social events, and Eva Ware’s funeral had turned out to be just that. Thousands had come to pay their respects to the award-winning jewelry designer.

  But the one person Jordan had wanted there hadn’t been able to come—Jase Campbell, her apartment mate and closest friend.

  She and Jase had first met during her freshman year at the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania. Jase had been a senior and they’d met by accident when they’d both shown up to rent an off-campus apartment. Instead of flipping a coin to see who’d get it, they’d moved in together and become fast friends. A year ago when Jase had left the navy to start up his own security business in Manhattan, they’d become apartment mates again. But for the last three and a half weeks, he’d been in some remote area of South America negotiating a hostage situation. She hadn’t even been able to talk with him via cell phone.

  He didn’t even know that Eva was dead.

  And he certainly didn’t know about the other big change in her life. She’d acquired a sister.

  Edward Fitzwalter III, her mother’s longtime attorney, had called with that shocking news on the day after her mother’s funeral. Even now, Jordan was tempted to pinch herself to see if the last week had been a nightmare that she could just wake up from.

  She had a sister she’d never met. Madison Farrell. And she was coming here today for the reading of their mother’s will.

  Each time Jordan thought about it, her heart took a little leap and nerves knotted in her stomach. She’d only had two days to try to absorb it, and although she prided herself on her efficiency and adaptability, she wasn’t sure she had.

  How did one process the fact that one had a sister—an identical twin—who’d been raised all these years on a ranch in New Mexico by a father Jordan had never known? A father she would never know because he’d died a year ago.

  The whole situation was straight out of a Disney movie. At first, she hadn’t believed Fitzwalter. She’d nagged him until he’d shown her the birth certificates. She and Madison had been born in Santa Fe. She was older than her twin by almost four minutes.

  Fitzwalter had also shown her a wedding license. Eva Ware had married Michael Farrell approximately eleven months before she and Madison had been born.

  Immediately after seeing the paperwork, she’d looked Madison Farrell up on Google and begun a file on the sister she’d never met. Within an hour, she’d amassed quite a bit of information. Her sister went by the name
of Maddie. In addition to being a rancher, her twin was an up-and-coming jewelry designer in Santa Fe. And except for a difference in hair styles, she and Maddie could have been mirror images of each other.

  What would her sister be like? Would they have anything in common? From the looks of her Web site, Maddie had inherited their mother’s genius for designing jewelry. Had Jordan inherited her father’s talent for business?

  Jordan sighed. Instead of answering her questions, her research had only brought more. Why had their parents separated them? Why had they been kept apart all these years? Why had her mother told her that her father died shortly after she was born? Would her sister have any answers?

  Pushing back a fresh wave of frustration, Jordan whirled to glance back at the house. It still seemed impossible that her mother wasn’t here right now. Today Jordan had faithfully followed their old routine, taking the train from Manhattan, then hailing a taxi. She’d even stopped in Linchworth and checked in to the suite she and Eva always stayed in.

  Why? Oh, she’d told herself it was so she had someplace to take Maddie after the reading of the will so that they could talk privately. In spite of her aunt and uncle’s help with the funeral, she didn’t think that the family dynamics had changed. But she wondered if she’d followed her mother’s routine because she was having trouble letting go and accepting her death.

  And what would Maddie Farrell make of the family dynamics? To say the Ware family wasn’t close-knit was an understatement. Jordan rarely saw her uncle or aunt, and the only reason she saw her cousin Adam was because he worked as a designer at Eva Ware Designs.

  The sound of a sports car roaring up the driveway drew her attention. Speak of the devil, she thought as her cousin Adam braked in front of the house.

  Sending him a little wave, she marched up the steps. There was still time to get inside—depending on how quick Lane was to answer the door.

  It had opened just a crack when a car door slammed behind her. “Jordan, wait up. I want a word with you.”

  Adam Ware sounded annoyed. Jordan couldn’t remember a time in the two years since she’d gone to work for Eva Ware Designs that he hadn’t.

  By the time Lane had fully opened the door, Adam was at her side. “What in the hell are you trying to pull?”

  Jordan tamped down on her annoyance and sent her cousin another smile. “I’m here for the reading of my mother’s will.” Then she shifted her smile to the butler. “Good afternoon, Lane.”

  The butler, who’d always reminded Jordan a bit of Michael Caine, bowed slightly and stepped aside. “Ms. Jordan, Mr. Adam, the family has gathered with Mr. Fitzwalter in the library.”

  “Has my sister arrived?” Jordan asked.

  “Not yet.”

  “Your sister,” Adam snorted. “That’s the very person I want to have a word with you about.” He urged her through an open doorway to the left.

  With an inward sigh, Jordan gathered what patience she could. Ever since she’d joined Eva Ware Designs, Adam had opposed every single marketing strategy she’d proposed. During the three years he’d worked alone with her mother while she’d pursued her graduate degree, her cousin had come to expect that he would one day take over and run Eva Ware Designs. And for some reason, her presence in the company had made him paranoid.

  She’d tried to approach him on a rational level and pointed out that their talents lay in different areas—that while he brought his design expertise to the company, she brought a business background. But nothing she said or did seemed to assuage his fear.

  Eva had mostly viewed the friction between them as a sort of sibling rivalry and gone back to work. But each time her mother had approved one of Jordan’s marketing ideas, Adam had seemed to feel more and more threatened.

  The spacious room Adam had ushered her into was furnished with antiques from the Victorian era. Velvet drapes in a rich shade of burgundy had been pulled back to allow in the dim light. When they’d reached the far end of the room, Adam turned to face her. Even in the dim light, he was incredibly handsome. He had his father’s tall, athletic build, and his mother’s rich chestnut-colored hair, worn long enough to push behind his ears.

  “I want an explanation,” Adam said in a tight voice.

  “An explanation of what?”

  “I want to know what you’re up to with this sister you’ve manufactured. My father said that he’d received a call from Fitzwalter and that you’re suddenly producing someone you claim is your long lost sister.”

  “I received the same call from Fitzwalter.” Jordan worked to keep her voice calm. “I believe my parents are the ones who must be given the credit for producing her. Fitzwalter can show you the birth certificate. At my mother’s specific request, he contacted Madison and arranged for her to travel here today because my mother wanted her here for the reading of the will.”

  “Why? Why reveal this second daughter now?”

  Excellent questions, Jordan thought. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

  “I want to know what it means.”

  Jordan studied him for a moment. There was a hint of near panic in his eyes. “It means you have a cousin you never knew about.”

  He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “That’s not what I mean. I want to know how this person is going to affect my position at Eva Ware Designs.”

  “Very little, I would think.” Adam wasn’t the only one asking these questions, Jordan decided. He was probably only parroting his parents’ concerns. She suspected there was a lot of parental pressure on Adam, particularly from his mother, to one day take over Eva Ware Designs.

  “From what I’ve been able to gather, Maddie has her hands full running her ranch and her own jewelry-design business out in Santa Fe.”

  “She designs jewelry?” Adam’s tone was incredulous.

  “You can check out her Web site.” She made a point of glancing at her watch, then turned to stride toward the door. “My sister is due to arrive any minute. So I think we ought to join the others in the library.”

  Before she could step into the hallway, Adam grabbed her hand and jerked her around. “You don’t know any more than that?”

  She met his eyes steadily. “No.” Then she pulled herself free and led the way out of the room.

  Lane was waiting down the hallway, and as they approached, he reached for the handles of the paneled double doors and pushed them open. As she entered the library with Adam a step behind her, the scents of lemon wax and lilies assaulted her senses.

  Jordan paused for a second to let her gaze sweep the room. It was huge. Three walls were lined with bookshelves, and four stained-glass windows nearly filled the fourth. Fitzwalter sat behind a carved oak desk with his back to the windows. Red leather chairs had been arranged in two semicircles around the desk.

  Cho Li, her mother’s longtime assistant at Eva Ware Designs, had chosen a seat in the second row of chairs, and she returned the warm smile he sent her.

  Uncle Carleton and Aunt Dorothy had already taken their seats to the attorney’s right. Adam strode directly to them and said something to his mother. A report on their conversation, Jordan thought.

  As always, she was struck by how handsome her uncle was. And how quiet. For as long as she’d known him, he’d been a man of few words. Her mother had always claimed that he was totally focused on Ware Bank, which had been established by his great-great-grandfather and whose branches were scattered all over Long Island. Considering her mother’s focus on Eva Ware Designs, Jordan privately thought that brother and sister had a sort of tunnel vision in common. She wondered if Maddie would turn out to be the same way.

  Carleton’s hazel eyes were cool and shuttered as they met hers. Jordan wondered what her uncle thought of the news of Madison Farrell’s existence. Dorothy, too, for that matter. Her aunt was even harder to read than her uncle.

  Jordan took her seat to Fitzwalter’s left.

  “It’s two o’clock. Surely we can get started now.” Dorothy Ware spoke in the
same cool, unruffled tone she always used. As usual, her aunt looked as if she’d just walked away from a cover shoot for Vogue, but Jordan noted her hands were folded tightly on her designer bag.

  Fitzwalter removed his glasses as his cell phone rang. Picking it up, he said, “Yes?”

  After a moment, he disconnected the call, took his glasses off and said, “Ms. Madison Farrell will join us shortly. Her car has just pulled up.”

  A mix of nerves and anticipation jittered in Jordan’s stomach. There was a part of her that wanted to dash out of the library and greet her sister at the front door. But there was another, more cautious part of her that was still struggling to accept what Fitzwalter had told her and what she’d seen when she’d examined the birth certificates.

  Her sister. In a matter of seconds, she was going to meet her sister. How many times had she let herself imagine the moment? But this was real.

  The grandfather clock ticked off the seconds. On the other side of Fitzwalter’s desk, the Wares sat in silence, their eyes on the library door. Did they all suspect what Adam did—that she’d somehow conjured up a sister after all these years? Or knowingly kept her existence hidden?

  A sudden spurt of anger had Jordan springing to her feet and turning to face the door. She’d had grown used to Adam’s paranoia, but this was ridiculous. And her sister was about to walk into this frigid, hostile atmosphere. In her mind, she pictured Maddie entering the house, then following Lane down the long hallway to the library doors. Her own nerves paled in comparison with what she imagined her sister must be feeling. She started toward the doors.

  When they opened, Jordan froze, and suddenly she and Maddie might have been alone in the room. As many times as she’d let herself imagine this moment, nothing had prepared her for the instant sense of connection and recognition that hit her like a punch in the gut. She felt winded—as if she’d just sprinted up a steep hill. It was one thing to see a photo on a Web site and quite another to come face-to-face with your mirror image.