Appalachian Prey
Star-crossed lovers…Danger awaits them bothUnfortunate circumstances force pregnant Lilah Tedder to face deputy Harlan Sampson, her child’s secret father, who left her heartbroken. But when a killer targets Lilah, Harlan becomes more than her protector. They must uncover old secrets or pay the ultimate price…
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Star-crossed lovers on Lavender Mountain... Danger awaits them both.
After her fatherâs murder, pregnant Lilah Tedder dreads facing deputy Harlan Sampson, her childâs secret father, who left her heartbroken. Though she still wants him, Lilah knows his professional ambition wonât let him associate with a moonshinerâs daughter. But when a killer targets Lilah, Harlan becomes more than her protector. Now they must uncover old family secrets or pay the ultimate price.
DEBBIE HERBERT writes paranormal romance novels reflecting her belief that love, like magic, casts its own spell of enchantment. Sheâs always been fascinated by magic, romance and gothic stories. Married and living in Alabama, she roots for the Crimson Tide football team. Her eldest son, like many of her characters, has autism. Her youngest son is in the US Army. A past Maggie Award finalist in both young adult and paranormal romance, sheâs a member of the Georgia Romance Writers of America.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07855-9
APPALACHIAN PREY
© 2018 Debbie Herbert
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This book is dedicated to Maxine Brooks,
one of the best readers ever!
And, as always, to my husband, Tim; my dad,
J. W. Gainey; and my sons, Byron and Jacob.
Contents
Moonshine again...seriously?
Hidden caches had turned up everywhere in her fatherâs cabin. No surprise there. Lilah snatched two plastic jugs from the back utility room and marched to the kitchen, intent on pouring the illegal hooch down the drain. Corn liquor had destroyed her parentsâ marriage and her dadâs liver. Would have killed him, too, if he hadnât been murdered a week ago.
Unexpected tears blurred her vision as she unscrewed the lid on one of the jugs and poured the liquid poison into the chipped enamel sink. Not that she and Dad had been all that close in recent years, but still, the man had been her father. Lilah tipped the jug. Glug, glug, glug...a hundred dollarsâ worth gone. Could have bought a used college textbook with that money.
She blinked and gazed out the open window. The cabin was nestled in the foothills, with rolling mountains standing sentinel in all directions like a green fortress. A deceptive beauty, as though the price for living in such a visual feast meant being taxed with rampant poverty and violence. Dadâs death was the latest evidence of that.
Whoever said you canât go home again was dead wrong. After a mere week, Lilah felt like sheâd never left Lavender Mountain. Memories washed over her, most of them unpleasantâher parentsâ screaming matches, brutally cold nights where theyâd all huddled in front of the fireplace. But it hadnât been all bad. Some days, wandering the woods with her older siblings, Jimmy and Darla, had been magical.
