The Girl Who Wouldn't Stay Dead
Old friend, new protectorEmily Benton-Riggs would be dead if her best friend hadn't shown up in time. Now lawyer Connor Gallagher won’t let her out of his sight. Emily has always had powerful feelings for Connor. And giving into their desire is the best reason to fight for her life.
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After more than one attempt is made on her life
an old friend steps in as her protector...
Emily Benton-Riggs would be dead if her best friend hadnât shown up in time. Someone doesnât want her to inherit her ex-husbandâs Aspen estate, and now attorney Connor Gallagher wonât let the widowed art dealer out of his sight. Emily has always had powerful feelings for Connor. As they give in to the desire flaring between them, she suddenly has the best reason of all to fight for her life.
CASSIE MILES, a USA TODAY bestselling author, lives in Colorado. After raising two daughters and cooking tons of macaroni and cheese for her family, Cassie is trying to be more adventurous in her culinary efforts. Sheâs discovered that almost anything tastes better with wine. When sheâs not plotting Mills & Boon Heroes books, Cassie likes to hang out at the Denver Botanic Gardens near her high-rise home.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07945-7
THE GIRL WHO WOULDNâT STAY DEAD
© 2018 Kay Bergstrom
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To Annie Underwood Perry and the latest
addition to her family.
And, as always, to Rick.
Contents
She had to wake up. Someone was trying to kill her.
Her eyelids snapped open. Her vision was blurred. Every part of her body hurt.
Emily Benton-Riggs inhaled a sharp gasp. The chilly night air pierced her lungs like a knife between the ribs. Slowly, she exhaled, then drew a breath again and tried to focus. She was still in the car but not sitting upright. Her little Hyundai had flipped, rolled and smacked into the granite side of a mountain at least twice on the way down, maybe more. The car had landed on the driverâs side.
Likewise, her brain was jumbled. Nothing was clear.
Even in her dazed state, she was glad to be aliveâgrateful and also a little bit surprised. The past few years of her life had moments of such flat-out misery that sheâd come to expect the worst. And yet, recently, things seemed to be turning around. She liked her rented bungalow in Denver, and her work was satisfying. Plus, sheâd just learned that she might be a very wealthy woman. I canât give up. Itâd take more than crashing through the guardrail on a narrow mountain road near Aspen and plummeting down a sheer cliff to kill her.
Her forehead felt damp. When she pushed her bangs back and touched the wet spot above her hairline, her pain shot into high gear. Every twitch, every movement set off a fresh agony. Her hand came away bloody.
Her long-dead motherâan angry woman who didnât believe in luck or spontaneous adventure or love, especially not loveâburst into her imagination. Her mom, with her wild, platinum hair and her clothes askew, took a swig from her vodka bottle and grumbled in harsh words only Emily could hear, âYou donât deserve that vast fortune. Thatâs why youâre dead.â
