A scandalous revelation from New York Times bestseller Carla Cassidyâthe most dangerous Colton yet is on the loose...
When criminal mastermind Livia Colton escapes from prison, her son, Texas Ranger Knox Colton, is suspended from his job. Embittered, the loner lawman heads home to Shadow Creek, Texas, a town full of unsettling memories for him. But Knox is floored when he discovers that the woman he loved and lost has a son that looks just like him.
Allison Rafferty thought she was doing the right thing by not telling Knox about young Cody all those years ago. Now the man she still loves insists on getting to know his son. And as a threat looms over Shadow Creek, theyâll both discover just how far a Colton will go to protect whatâs theirs.
âThat kiss was a mistake. I donât feel that way about you anymore.â Okay, maybe she could deny it, but she could tell by the look in Knoxâs eyes that he didnât believe her.
âIn any case, anything like that between us would be foolish, and it would only complicate things. We arenât going there again, Knox, and now I think itâs time we say good night.â
She breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded and turned to walk to the front door. Her legs were still shaky as she accompanied him.
âIâm sorry about my little breakdown,â Allison said.
He turned to face her, and before she could read his intentions he grabbed her and once again planted a kiss on her lips.
It was short and searing and when he released her his eyes sparkled with a knowing glint. âThe next time you try to tell me you donât feel that way about me anymore, say it like you really mean it,â he said, and then he was gone into the night.
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The Coltons of Shadow Creek:
Only family can keep you safeâ¦
Chapter 1
Shadow Creek, Texas, held nothing but broken dreams, betrayal and heartache for Knox Colton. He had thought heâd never return to the small town where heâd grown up, but here he was again after a ten-year absence.
Forced to take a sabbatical from his job as a Texas Ranger, embarrassed and humiliated by his motherâs crimes, heâd really had no other place to go.
He now clenched his fingers around the steering wheel as a whisper of heated anger burned in the pit of his stomach. Nothing like being a Texas Ranger and having one of the FBIâs most wanted as a mother.
Livia Colton had created plenty of chaos and damage in his childhood, and now she was affecting her grown childrenâs lives once again.
He rolled down his window to allow in the sweet-scented early March air and drew in a deep breath. The last thing he wanted to do was to carry his simmering anger into the peaceful sanctuary his younger sister called home.
His anger eased at thoughts of his youngest sister, Jade. Despite the nine years difference in their ages, heâd always been particularly close to her.
A smile curved his lips as he turned into Hill Country Farm, Jadeâs home. Ahead of him was her house, but around the house were her passions. Vegetable gardens were just beginning to awaken with what would be summer bounty. Stables and a riding arena were on the right, and a barn with chickens, goats and pigs was on the left.
The house itself was small, but exuded a sense of stability and welcome. Pots of purple pansies sat on the porch, dipping and waving their heads in the light spring breeze.
Before heâd stopped his car, Jade stepped out on the porch, a wide smile of greeting on her pretty face. He parked and got out of the car and she raced toward him, her dark brown ponytail bouncing as her sweet laughter filled the air.
She jumped into his arms and he picked her up and spun her around. His cowboy hat flew off his head before he deposited her back on the ground and gave her a firm kiss on the forehead.
âOh, Knox, Iâve missed you so much,â she said.
âAnd Iâve missed you,â he replied as he picked up his hat and plopped it back on his head. âYou look terrific, Jade.â
She stepped back from him and eyed him. âYou donât look half-bad yourself, big brother.â She gave him a playful punch in the stomach. âAt least you havenât gone to seed in your old age.â
âHey, Iâm only thirty-three. Iâm still in my prime,â he retorted.
She linked her arm with his. âCome on inside. Iâve got the coffee on and I made a batch of homemade cinnamon rolls.â