Rogue Gunslinger

Rogue Gunslinger
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A deadly homecoming…Author TJ Clementine thought she'd be safe with her sisters during the holidays. She was wrong. Dead wrong. Now her ‘biggest fan’ has followed TJ to Whitehorse, Montana. The only person who can help is ruggedly handsome loner Silas Walker—if she can trust him…

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A deadly homecoming in Whitehorse, Montana.

Bestselling author TJ Clementine thought she’d be safe with her sisters during the holidays. She was wrong. Dead wrong. Now her “biggest fan” has followed TJ to Whitehorse, Montana, with visions of murder in mind. The only person who can help TJ is ruggedly handsome loner Silas Walker—if she can trust him. Because this mountain man knows just how to hunt deadly shadows...and win.

Whitehorse, Montana: The Clementine Sisters

B. J. DANIELS is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. She wrote her first book after a career as an award-winning newspaper journalist and author of thirty-seven published short stories. She lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and three springer spaniels. When not writing, she quilts, boats and plays tennis. Contact her at bjdaniels.com, on Facebook or on Twitter, @bjdanielsauthor.

Also by B. J. Daniels

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Rogue Gunslinger

B.J. Daniels


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ISBN: 978-1-474-07934-1

ROGUE GUNSLINGER

© 2018 Barbara Heinlein

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 for Gale Simonson, part of the Simonson

duo, who keeps our lives interesting in the Quilting by the Border group. You are always like a breath of fresh air. Thanks for keeping me smiling.

Chapter One

The old antique Royal typewriter clacked with each angry stroke of the keys. Shaking fingers pounded out livid words onto the old discolored paper. As the fury built, the fingers moved faster and faster until the keys all tangled together in a metal knot that lay suspended over the paper.

With a curse of frustration, the metal arms were tugged apart and the sound of the typewriter resumed in the small room. Angry words burst across the page, some letters darker than others as the keystrokes hit like a hammer. Other letters appeared lighter, some dropping down a half line as the fingers slipped from the worn keys. A bell sounded at the end of each line as the carriage was returned with a clang, until the paper was ripped from the typewriter.

Read in a cold, dark rage, the paper was folded hurriedly, the edges uneven, and stuffed into the envelope already addressed in the black typewritten letters:

Author TJ St. Clair

Whitehorse, Montana

The stamp slapped on, the envelope sealed, the fingers still shaking with expectation for when the novelist opened it. The fan rose and smiled. Wouldn’t Ms. St. Clair, aka Tessa Jane Clementine, love this one.

* * *

TJ ST. CLAIR hated conference calls. Especially this conference call.

“I know it’s tough with your book coming out before Christmas,” said Rachel, the marketing coordinator, the woman’s voice sounding hollow on speakerphone in TJ’s small New York City apartment.



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