Jeopardy: A Game of Chance / Loving Evangeline
Two fan-favorite tales of romance and suspense from New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard A Game of Chance On the trail of a vicious criminal, agent Chance Mackenzie finds the perfect bait for his trap: the target’s daughter, Sunny Miller. Chance makes himself the only man she can trust, and then arranges for her elusive father to find out about them. But Chance doesn’t know that Sunny has her own reasons for hiding from her father. His deception puts them in danger of losing everything—including their hearts. Loving Evangeline There’s no doubt that the woman calling herself Evie Shaw is the key to the high-tech conspiracy that’s threatening Robert Cannon’s computer company—and he means to take her down personally. But trailing her into the heart of a long, hot Southern summer, he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew. Can she really be innocent? Or are Robert’s feelings clouding his judgment when it comes to the woman who has to be guilty as sin?
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Two fan-favorite tales of romance and suspense from New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard
A Game of Chance
On the trail of a vicious criminal, agent Chance Mackenzie finds the perfect bait for his trap: the target’s daughter, Sunny Miller. Chance makes himself the only man she can trust, and then arranges for her elusive father to find out about them. But Chance doesn’t know that Sunny has her own reasons for hiding from her father. His deception puts them in danger of losing everything—including their hearts.
Loving Evangeline
There’s no doubt that the woman calling herself Evie Shaw is the key to the high-tech conspiracy that’s threatening Robert Cannon’s computer company—and he means to take her down personally. But trailing her into the heart of a long, hot Southern summer, he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew. Can she really be innocent? Or are Robert’s feelings clouding his judgment when it comes to the woman who has to be guilty as sin?
Praise for New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard
“Linda Howard writes with power, stunning sensuality and a storytelling ability unmatched in romance drama. Every book is a treasure for the reader to savor again and again.”
—New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen
“You can’t read just one Linda Howard!”
—New York Times bestselling author Catherine Coulter
“Already a legend in her own time, Linda Howard exemplifies the very best of the romance genre. Her strong characterizations and powerful insight into the human heart have made her an author cherished by readers everywhere.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Linda Howard knows what readers want.”
—Affaire de Coeur
“This master storyteller takes our breath away.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Linda Howard is an extraordinary talent whose unforgettable novels are richly flavored with scintillating sensuality and high-voltage suspense.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Ms. Howard can wring so much emotion and tension out of her characters that no matter how satisfied you are when you finish a book, you still want more.”
—Rendezvous
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Linda Howard
For the readers
COMING BACK TO WYOMING—coming home—always evoked in Chance Mackenzie such an intense mixture of emotions that he could never decide which was strongest, the pleasure or the acute discomfort. He was, by nature and nurture—not that there had been any nurturing in the first fourteen or so years of his life—a man who was more comfortable alone. If he was alone, then he could operate without having to worry about anyone but himself, and, conversely, there was no one to make him uncomfortable with concern about his own well-being. The type of work he had chosen only reinforced his own inclinations, because covert operations and anti-terrorist activities predicated he be both secretive and wary, trusting no one, letting no one close to him.
And yet... And yet, there was his family. Sprawling, brawling, ferociously overachieving, refusing to let him withdraw, not that he was at all certain he could even if they would allow it. It was always jolting, alarming, to step back into that all-enveloping embrace, to be teased and questioned—teased, him, whom some of the most deadly people on earth justifiably feared—hugged and kissed, fussed over and yelled at and...loved, just as if he were like everyone else. He knew he wasn’t; the knowledge was always there, in the back of his mind, that he was not like them. But he was drawn back, again and again, by something deep inside hungering for the very things that so alarmed him. Love was scary; he had learned early and hard how little he could depend on anyone but himself.
The fact that he had survived at all was a testament to his toughness and intelligence. He didn’t know how old he was, or where he had been born, what he was named as a child, or if he even had a name—nothing. He had no memory of a mother, a father, anyone who had taken care of him. A lot of people simply didn’t remember their childhoods, but Chance couldn’t comfort himself with that possibility, that there had been someone who had loved him and taken care of him, because he remembered too damn many other details.
He remembered stealing food when he was so small he had to stand on tiptoe to reach apples in a bin in a small-town supermarket. He had been around so many kids now that, by comparing what he remembered to the sizes they were at certain ages, he could estimate he had been no more than three years old at the time, perhaps not even that.
