Undercover Husband
The marriage is fake. The danger is real.A child is all scientist Hannah Dietrich has left of her late sister…a child possibly kidnapped by the mysterious cult her sister had joined. To discover the truth about Emily's death and find her infant daughter, Hannah turns to BLM Special Agent Walt Riley. Posing as a married couple, they infiltrate the "Family" as devoted followers of the Prophet.But delving into the cult's dark secrets proves harder than expected…while their roles feel disturbingly easy for the fiercely independent Hannah and the no-nonsense lawman. Has their charade become a real relationship? And if they find the infant, how will they escape the Prophet's murderous wrath?
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The marriage is fake. The danger is real.
A child is all scientist Hannah Dietrich has left of her late sister...a child possibly kidnapped by the mysterious cult her sister had joined. To discover the truth about Emilyâs death and find her infant daughter, Hannah turns to BLM Special Agent Walt Riley. Posing as a married couple, they infiltrate the âFamilyâ as devoted followers of the Prophet.
But delving into the cultâs dark secrets proves harder than expected...while their roles feel disturbingly easy for the fiercely independent Hannah and the no-nonsense lawman. Has their charade become a real relationship? And if they find the infant, how will they escape the Prophetâs murderous wrath?
The Ranger Brigade: Family Secrets
âWhy did he come after us?â she asked. âI thought you shot him back at the camp.â
âObviously it wasnât enough to stop him.â
âBut he wonât stop us.â
âNo, he wonât.â He started out of the culvert, but she took hold of his arm, turning him toward her.
âWhatââ She cut off the question, her lips on his, her body pressed against him. All the fear and anxiety and the giddy relief of being alive at this moment coalesced in that kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him. Every kiss touched some vulnerable part of her, coaxing her to let go a little bit more, to surrender. To trust.
He rested his forehead against hers. âThis isnât the best time for this,â he said.
âI know. We have to go. I just... I wanted you to know how I felt.â
âI got the message, loud and clear.â He wrapped both hands around her wrists and kissed the tips of her fingers, a gesture which set her heart to fluttering wildly.
CINDI MYERS is the author of more than fifty novels. When sheâs not crafting new romance plots, she enjoys skiing, gardening, cooking, crafting and daydreaming. A lover of small-town life, she lives with her husband and two spoiled dogs in the Colorado mountains.
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âI was told youâre the ones who can help me.â
The soft, cultured voice as much as the words caught the attention of Bureau of Land Management special agent Walt Riley. The Ranger Brigade headquarters in Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park didnât get many visitors, and certainly not many women as beautiful as the one standing on the opposite side of his desk now. Slender, with blond hair worn piled on top of her head, she spoke with an air of command, as if she was used to overseeing a corporation or running board meetings. Everything about herâfrom the designer sunglasses to the diamonds glinting at her earlobes to the toes of her high heelsâlooked expensive, and out of place in this part of rural Colorado, where jeans and boots were the most common attire for men and women alike.
Walt stood. âWhat do you need help with?â he asked. He selfishly hoped she wasnât merely a lost tourist or someone who needed a camping permit or something that was better handled by the park rangers in the office next door.
She opened the sleek leather satchel she had slung over one shoulder and pulled out a sheaf of papers and handed it to him. At first glance, it appeared to be some kind of legal document. âWhat is this?â he asked.
âItâs a court order awarding me custody of my niece, Joy Dietrich.â She removed the sunglasses and he found himself staring into a pair of intensely blue eyes, their beauty undimmed by the red rims and puffy lids, evidence that Miss Cool and Collected had, very recently, been crying. âI need your help getting her back from the people who have kidnapped her,â she said.
This definitely was more serious than a camping permit. Walt dragged a chair over to his desk. âWhy donât you sit down, Ms.â?â
âDietrich. Hannah Dietrich.â She sat, crossing her long legs neatly at the ankles. There was nothing particularly revealing about the gray slacks and matching jacket she wore, but she still managed to look sexy wearing them. Or maybe it was only that Walt had always had a thing for blue-eyed blondes.
âWait here, Ms. Dietrich,â he said. âIâm going to get my commanding officer and you can tell us your story.â
He strode to the back of the building and poked his head around the open door of Commander Graham Ellisonâs office. The FBI agent, who still carried himself like the marine he had once been, broke off his conversation with DEA agent Marco Cruz. Elsewhere in the office or out in the field, officers from Immigration and Customs Enforcement, Customs and Border Protection, and Colorado State Patrol worked together to fight crime on thousands of acres of public land in the southwest corner of Colorado. Walt, one of the newest members of the Ranger team, had jumped at the opportunity to be involved in the kind of high-profile cases the Rangers were becoming known for. A kidnapping would definitely qualify as high-profile. âSomething up, Walt?â Graham asked.
