âI didnât mean to startle you.
I came in late last night.
âIn the stormâ¦â Devon was talking too fast. Her voice kept bumping up against her galloping heart.
My God, what was this all about? She couldnât be frightenedâDevon OâRourke didnât scare easily. This was the man whoâd been named as the father of her sisterâs child. In spite of the harshness of Ericâs features, except for that brief flash of anger in his eyes, he didnât look at all like someone capable of violence. In fact, there was something about him that was almostâ¦oh, good heavens, the word sweet was the one that came the most insistently to mind, with that endearing distraction, the juxtaposition of a fuzzy pink-hatted head and tiny waving fist against a naked, muscled masculine chestâ¦. Her heart gave another lurch.
She could be in no danger here, not from this man.
Not right this minute, anyway.
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July is a sizzling month both outside and in, and once again weâve rounded up six exciting titles to keep your temperature rising. It all starts with the latest addition to Marilyn Pappanoâs HEARTBREAK CANYON miniseries, Lawmanâs Redemption, in which a brooding man needs help connecting with the lonely young girl who just might be his daughterâand he finds it in the form of a woman with similar scars in her romantic past. Donât miss this emotional, suspenseful read.
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Yours,
Leslie J. Wainger
Executive Senior Editor
The Black Sheepâs Baby
Kathleen Creighton
has roots deep in the California soil but has relocated to South Carolina. As a child, she enjoyed listening to old timersâ tales, and her fascination with the past only deepened as she grew older. Today, she says she is interested in everythingâart, music, gardening, zoology, anthropology and historyâbut people are at the top of her list. She also has a lifelong passion for writing, and now combines her two loves in romance novels.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
December 20âLos Angeles, California
She woke in the milky twilight that passed for darkness in the city, knowing sheâd dreamed of Susan again. As always, she couldnât remember much about the dreamâno details, not even a face. Just a voiceâSusanâs voice, childish and frail, calling to her. Calling her, pleading with her. Help meâ¦help me, Devon. Pleaseâ¦donât leave me. Help meâ¦.
She threw back the covers and rose, paced barefoot to the window. She stared out across the glittering jeweled carpet that stretched all the way to the sea, squinting hard to hold back angry tears. How was I supposed to help you, she thought, when I didnât even know where you were? You ran away, damn you. Itâs not my fault. Itâs not my fault!
She held herself tightly as she shivered, and swallowed hard, once, then again. A tear ran warmly down her cold cheek.
Susan had been fourteen when sheâd run awayâalmost a woman. But the voice in her dream was that of a little child.
Help me, Devonâ¦.
Dammit, Susan, she thought, angry and weary at the same time. I am helping, canât you see that? Iâm sorry if I let you down, but Iâm trying to make it up to you now, the only way I know. Isnât that enough?
She brushed at her cheek and jerked away from the window. The luminous numbers on the clock portion of the built-in entertainment center beside her bed glowed green-gold in the gray twilightâ2:14 a.m. Way too early to even think about leaving for the airport. And yet she knew better than to try to go back to sleep. Calm, now, and resolute, she went to her walk-in closet and took her rolling overnighter from its shelf. She lifted it onto the bed, unzipped it and began, carefully and methodically, to pack.