Something kept him rooted to the spot.
There was a chance here, for redemption, for retribution, for rebirth. Salvation lay in the small, compact body of a sweet-faced four-year-old boy.
His boy.
Jameson dug deep for fortitude. âI need to be part of his life, Nina.â
She hugged herself tight. âNo.â
âOne way or another, Nina. I will be part of his life.â
Her brown gaze narrowed. âMeaning what?â
âYou canât keep him from me.â His stomach churned as he forced out the words. âI have rights.â
âNo, you donât. Iâm his mother. Youâre nothing to him.â
âI want to be something.â Desperation to make her understand moved Jameson nearer. He hated himself for the fear he saw in her face, but he couldnât back down.
âNinaâ¦â He touched her lightly on the shoulder and she shivered. âIt doesnât have to beâ¦a conventional marriage. We can share a house, share a life, but notâ¦â
Tears glistened in her eyes as understanding dawned on her. She could have Jamesonâs name but his heart was strictly off-limits.
Dear Reader,
Itâs that time of year againâback to school! And even if youâve left your classroom days far behind you, if youâre like me, September brings with it the quest for everything new, especially books! We at Silhouette Special Edition are happy to fulfill that jones, beginning with Home on the Ranch by Allison Leigh, another in her bestselling MEN OF THE DOUBLE-C series. Though the Buchanans and the Days had been at odds for years, a single Buchanan rancherâCageâwould do anything to help his daughter learn to walk again, including hiring the only reliable physical therapist around. Even if her last name did happen to be Dayâ¦.
Next, THE PARKS EMPIRE continues with Judy Duarteâs The Rich Manâs Son, in which a wealthy Parks scion, suffering from amnesia, winds up living the country life with a single mother and her baby boy. And a man passing through town notices more than the passing resemblance between himself and newly adopted infant of the local diner waitress, in The Baby They Both Loved by Nikki Benjamin. In A Fatherâs Sacrifice by Karen Sandler, a man determined to do the right thing insists that the mother of his child marry him, and finds love in the bargain. And a womanâs search for the truth about her late father leads her into the arms of a handsome cowboy determined to give her the life her dad had always wanted for her, in A Texas Tale by Judith Lyons. Last, a man with a new face revisits the ranchâand the womanâthat used to be his. Only, the woman heâd always loved was no longer alone. Now she was accompanied by a five-year-old girlâ¦with very familiar blue eyesâ¦.
Enjoy, and come back next month for six complex and satisfying romances, all from Silhouette Special Edition!
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
To my father, Sam, and for his many sacrificesâ
not the least of which was surviving in a household of three crazy teenage girls. I love you, Dad!
first caught the writing bug at age nine when, as a horse-crazy fourth grader, she wrote a poem about a pony named Tony. Many years of hard work later, she sold her first book (and she got that ponyâalthough his name is Ben). She enjoys writing novels, short stories and screenplays and has produced two short films. She lives in Northern California with her husband of twenty-three years and two sons who are busy eating her out of house and home. You can reach Karen at [email protected].
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
Epilogue
Jameson OâConnell stared out the window of his attorneyâs BMW as the silver sedan wound down Prison Road toward freedom. Behind him the drab walls of Folsom Prison disappeared around a curve, vanishing from his sight.
But the memories wouldnât vanish. Those images and raw experiences would stay with him forever.
âThereâs a car for you,â John Evans said. âI left it parked at my law office.â
âA car?â Jameson glanced over at the man who had been his unexpected salvation. âWhose car?â
âYours,â John said as he pulled to a stop at the terminus of Prison Road. âA gift from your grandmother.â
I donât want it! The words rose, hot and angry, in his mind, but he swallowed them back. Heâd taken her money alreadyâit had paid for the attorneyâs time at an astronomical hourly rate. His grandmotherâs wealth had paid for court costs, expert testimony, even the crisp new Dockers slacks and pristine blue polo shirt he wore.
Guilt money, all of it. But for the moment Jameson had no choice but to take it. Just as heâd had no alternative but to accept his grandmotherâs help in winning his release from prison.
Theyâd reached the Dam Road and now Folsom Lake lay to his right, green and turbulent with the scudding autumn wind. A sudden impulse sharpened within him to climb into a sailboat and ride across those choppy waters.