The Cold Case Detectives series heats up as sparks fly between a relentless investigator and a murder witness
When someone is shot right in front of him, elite investigator Jasper Roesch is on the case. He canât rest until he solves the case of who tried to kill this victim. What he knows: heiress Sadie Moreno witnessed the murder of a homeless man she was helping, and now someone wants her silenced forever. Jasper whisks Sadie away to a remote Wyoming hideaway to protect her, but not even the former SWAT agentâs crime-fighting skills can keep assassins at bay. The woman heâs reluctantly falling for isnât telling him everything...and that secret is something that may get them both killed.
Jasper knelt before her and put his hand over her now tightly clasped hands. âIf thereâs something you arenât telling me, donât keep it from me.â
Sadie only met his eyes again.
âYou can trust me,â he said.
After long seconds where she blinked some more and bit her lower lip, he thought sheâd relent and start talking. But then she brushed his hand off hers and stood, forcing him to move back.
Moving away, she turned to face Jasper, a guarded mask now, hands at her sides, chin lifted, eyes fierce with determination. âI hired you to solve a murder. Beyond that, nothing else about me is any of your business.â
He half admired and half cursed her. She stuck to her objective and didnât trust easily. She didnât know him very well and had only hired him to help with the murder investigation. She didnât argue that the attack could be unrelated. She didnât deny there might be more she wasnât saying.
He wouldnât rest until he had the whole truth.
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Dear Reader,
Iâm excited about the next release in my Cold Case Detectives series! I was thrilled to start with A Wanted Man, where Kadin Tandy spearheads an organization dedicated to catching killers. Writing murder mysteries is a new venture for me, much different than my military-hero All McQueenâs Men series. But equally suspenseful and full of romance and the happy endings we all crave.
I love something special about each of my stories, and in Runaway Heiress (aside from the catchy title!), I grew quite attached to the heroineâs strength. Sheâs on the run from a dangerous man and offers trust sparingly. The hero has to prove himself worthy before she gives her heart. Their growth together is rewarding and they make a lovely couple. So get cozy and enjoy reading my latest story.
Happy reading!
Jennie
Two-time RITA® Award nominee and Golden Quill Award winner JENNIFER MOREY writes single-title contemporary romance and page-turning romantic suspense. She has a geology degree and has managed export programs in compliance with the International Traffic in Arms Regulations (ITAR) for the aerospace industry. She lives at the foot of the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado, and loves to hear from readers through her website, jennifermorey.com, or Facebook.
Prologue
Sadie Moreno sat across from Steven Truscott at a downtown Jackson Hole twenty-four-hour diner. In his sleek black suit and tie with pristine white dress shirt and medium brown hair brushed back to hide signs of recession, he made a handsome picture. Once upon a time she might have attempted to break through his staunch wall of professionalism for a more personal relationship. Life had intervened.
âDo you have news for me?â He usually didnât come to see her unless he did.
In the next instant, her spirits dimmed along with his grim mouth line.
âThe last lead didnât produce anything, Sadie. Bernieâs case has gone cold.â
Heâd been keeping tabs on the progress of the investigation so she wouldnât have to. So that was why heâd come all this way. He knew how this would devastate her. âBut it was so promising.â
âIâm sorry. Theyâve got nothing now. No evidence. No witnesses. Not a single shred of anything.â
Disappointment crushed her. âWhat are they going to do now?â There had to be something they could do.
âWeâll just have to wait for something new to come up.â
The injustice soured and rotted hope.
She tapped her sunglasses on the table. Turning away from Stevenâs sympathetic, silver gaze, she saw nothing as she thought of Bernie King. He didnât deserve to die the way he had. The first homeless person sheâd helped, he had become her close friend. Heâd spent the longest in her program, but only because she wanted to help him as much as she could, giving him a place to live while he got back on his feet.