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Peyton Lockhart and her sisters have just inherited Bishop’s Cove, a charming oceanfront resort. But it comes with a condition: They must run the resort for one year and show a profit—only then will they own it.
Peyton welcomes the challenge, yet has no idea how many people want to sabotage her success—including her vindictive cousins and the powerful land developers who have an eye on the coveted beachfront property. But when the threats against Peyton escalate into dangerous territory, she enlists the help of her childhood friend, FBI agent Finn MacBain.
Finn saved her life once before. Peyton has no choice but to trust him to do it again.
- Sales Rank: #25285 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-08-06
- Released on: 2013-08-06
- Format: Kindle eBook
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Praise for Julie Garwood
“The Rembrandt of romance novels.”—The Kansas City Star
“A trusted brand name in romantic suspense.”—People
“It’s [Garwood’s] timely subjects set against a timeless background that attract so many modern readers.”—USA Today
“If a book has Julie Garwood’s name on it, it’s guaranteed to be a meticulously written…and thoroughly engaging story.”—Sun Journal (ME)
“A must read.”—The Romance Reader
“Ms. Garwood excels at writing characters who endear themselves to readers.” —Joyfully Reviewed
“WOW, was I amazed at how good [Julie Garwood] is…just pure brilliant writing.”—Bitten by Love
“Garwood is a pro.”—Kirkus Reviews
“Red-hot romance [that] will keep readers engaged.”—Publishers Weekly
“[A] riveting page-turner.”—Library Journal
“A wonderfully exotic book with both grand characters and grand deception.”—The News-Commercial (Collins, MS)
“The talented Ms. Garwood keeps you enthralled.”—Rendezvous
About the Author
Julie Garwood is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Talk and The Ideal Man, among other critically acclaimed romance novels, with thirty-six million copies of her books in print. She lives near Kansas City, Missouri.
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Finn wasn’t ready to go inside yet. Beck would come and get him when it was time. It was warm today. The sun was shining, and it was at least seventy degrees, he guessed, maybe seventy-five. He and Ronan had spent a week working in Chicago where it had been around ten degrees every single day with crazy below-zero wind chills. The heat felt good on his face. He liked being outside, cold or hot, and he liked being home, too. It had been such a long time.
His cell phone rang, reminding him that he needed to turn it off before the ceremony. He saw who was calling and felt a wave of exhaustion. On-again off-again Danielle was trying to reconnect with him. He wasn’t about to get into that drama. He’d had enough, and he simply didn’t have the stamina for any more of her games. He declined the call and turned off the phone. He should go in, he decided, and was about to do just that when he saw her. The vision in blue. He watched her cross the parking lot and start up the walkway, her high heels clicking against the brick. He noticed her body first, of course. It was damn near perfect. The short, fitted dress showed off her curves and her long, gorgeous legs. Her stride was every bit as sexy as her body. The way she moved was sensual and seductive. She was absolutely beautiful. Her long dark hair, the color of midnight, fell in soft curls just below her slender shoulders.
She must have felt him watching her, for she suddenly turned and looked up the hill. When she saw him, she stepped off the path and started walking toward him. He wanted to swallow, but he couldn’t seem to remember how. He had never reacted to any woman this fiercely, this quickly. What had happened to his self-control? He excused his bizarre behavior by reasoning that she was no ordinary woman. He didn’t want to stare, but the closer she came, the better she looked. Beneath her thick dark eyelashes were the most beautiful, crystalline blue eyes he had ever seen, and her rosy lips were full and inviting.
She stepped directly in front of him and gave him a heart-stopping smile. The dimple in her cheek was sexy as hell. So was her scent, which was light and feminine.
Her eyes sparkled with laughter when she stretched up, kissed him on his cheek, and said, “Hello, Hotshot.”
He was speechless. Peyton Lockhart? He couldn’t believe it. She was all grown-up. She had gone from a skinny little girl to this beautiful woman with a devastating smile. When did this happen? The transformation seemed to have taken place overnight, but then Finn realized he hadn’t been around while she was growing up. He’d gone to California to do his undergraduate work at Stanford and had stayed there for law school. During that time his parents had downsized to a smaller, more energy-efficient home about a mile from their old house in Brentwood. Whenever Finn was home on break, he never had enough time to go back to the old neighborhood.
Finn overcame his surprise enough to speak. “Don’t call me Hotshot.”
“You didn’t know who I was, did you, Finn?” she asked, saying his name to placate him.
“I didn’t have a clue,” he admitted. He was still trying to get past his initial reaction and stop acting as though he had never seen a beautiful woman before. This was Peyton, the little girl who would sit on the front steps and wait for him to come home from high school so she could tell him about her day. She was a nuisance back then, and now a temptress.
“Are your sisters here? I won’t recognize them, either, will I?”
“Yes, they’re here already. I’m running late.”
Beck whistled from the doorway to get Finn’s attention.
“Aren’t you in the wedding?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yeah, I should go in. It’s good to see you again.”
Peyton didn’t want to miss the bride walking down the aisle. “It’s good to see you, too.”
It had suddenly become awkward, and she didn’t understand why. He wasn’t leaving. Beck whistled again, but Finn didn’t move.
“Are you going to the reception?” he asked.
“No, I’m afraid I can’t.”
“Maybe I’ll see you after the wedding, then.”
Peyton continued on, but when she glanced back, she thought it strange that Finn was still standing in the same spot.
Finn had walked down to the parking lot to get away from the noise. He was listening to phone messages and turned just as Peyton was approaching. He offered to walk her to her car.
“How come you aren’t coming to the reception?” he asked.
“I have to work,” she answered. She dug the keys out of her little clutch and hit the unlock button. Standing beside her car, she said, “It really was good to see you.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t get to—” He stopped. “When did you get this car?” he asked, staring past her and frowning.
“About a year ago. Why?”
Finn moved closer and squatted down behind the rear bumper. “These are bullet holes.”
“Yes, they are,” she agreed. She didn’t seem the least fazed. “I’ve got to get going or I’ll be late for work.”
He wasn’t about to let her leave. “They haven’t been here long.”
“The bullet holes?”
“Yes, the bullet holes,” he said.
He was asking questions so rapidly he wasn’t giving her time to answer.
“Yes, I was in the car. I was on the highway when it happened. He wanted me to stop. I didn’t know he shot at me until I was back in Texas. The holes are so low, I didn’t see them until a few days later. In fact, you’re the only other person who’s noticed them.”
“You couldn’t hear gunshots?” His voice was brisk, no nonsense. He was all FBI now.
Her hand went to her hip. “I was in the middle of a blizzard at the time. All I could hear was the howling wind.”
“Where exactly were you?”
“Northwest of Minneapolis. Finn, I’ve got to leave.”
She wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him a few more details.
“Who did you report it to?”
Peyton knew he wasn’t going to like her answer. “I didn’t report it.”
“Because you didn’t realize he was shooting at you.”
“Exactly.”
“But when you did see the bullet holes—”
She cut him off. “I didn’t report it.”
“Why the hell not?” Frustration made his voice sharp. “He could be out there now trolling for his next victim, and maybe this time he’ll hit the gas tank or, worse, the driver.”
She shook her head. “No, he won’t.”
“Did you get the make or model?”
“I have to leave.”
“No, you have to answer me.”
“You know what, Finn. You’re just as bossy and stubborn as you were when I was a little girl.”
“And you’re just as aggravating. Now answer me.”
She gave in. “It was a big white truck, and I know for a fact that he isn’t out on the highway looking for other victims.” Unless someone gets on Drew Albertson’s bad side, she silently added. She took a step closer. “And I’m not a victim. I took control of the situation and forced him to stop chasing me.”
“How?” he asked, trying to concentrate on what she was saying and not how sexy she was or how good she smelled.
“I sent him into a field. Actually, I sent him through a fence into a field.”
“How did you do that?”
“Some...intricate driving moves.” Slamming on the brakes and going into a spin that she was helpless to control could be considered an intricate move, couldn’t it?
“Intricate driving moves, huh?” he repeated, smiling.
“Yes,” she said. “He didn’t get hurt,” she hastened to add. “His car sank into the snow, and he was stuck. I pulled over to make sure he didn’t need an ambulance. I watched him get out and start pounding his fists on the truck.”
“You saw the shooter?”
Uh-oh. Too late, she realized she shouldn’t have mentioned that fact because now he was going to ask her another hundred questions. She decided to stop him before he got started.
“I didn’t get a close look at him, but I’ve got a good idea who he is.”
He seemed to take the news in stride. “Okay. Who is he?”
“His name is Rick Parsons, and he works for the company that hired me.”
He nodded calmly, but she noticed his jaw was clenched. “Since you never reported the incident to the police, he wasn’t arrested.”
“That’s right.”
“Why was he chasing you?”
“Because I left,” she said, evading the details. “They really hate it when you leave the company”—she shrugged—“so they shoot at you.”
Peyton thought he would think her answer funny, but apparently he wasn’t amused. She was sure he would have kept her there with his questions for the rest of the evening, or until he had the entire story, if a groomsman hadn’t appeared and told him he had to return to the church for photos.
Finn answered that he would be right there, then opened the car door for Peyton. Before he started back up the hill toward the church, he turned to Peyton and said, “We aren’t finished with this.”
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87 of 95 people found the following review helpful.
Did Julie Garwood actually write this novel?
By Amazon Customer
Julie Garwood is a ridiculously talented writer. Her novels are always tightly written with snappy dialogue and are carefully plotted. This novel had none of those elements. I really wanted to like this novel because I am a fan of Julie's work. But, I'm just shaking my head and wondering whether she had a ghostwriter for this novel, she got a new editor or if she's just having an off year. Having read everything she's written- this just didn't "feel" like a Julie Garwood novel. It had none of the complexity she usually crafts into her characters or settings, and at times seemed even a little ham-handed and rushed with the descriptions (which is so not her style). Since when is a Julie Garwood heroine this silly or her hero this over-the-top brooding? Since NEVER. It had an overall "cluttered" feeling and there were also some pretty big plot holes. I kept thinking all the way through that I just didn't hear her signature writing style in the novel at all. While it wasn't a bad story by regular romance novel standards...it wasn't a Julie Garwood romantic suspense. I'm still going to buy her novels the first day they come out, as she has mighty laurels to rest on prior to this clunker, but I was really disappointed by this one.
43 of 45 people found the following review helpful.
Very contrived and silly- not up to Julie Garwood's standards
By Amazon Customer
Julie Garwood's stories are usually very good and fun to read. This one is not. It is very contrived (the bad people are ridiculously bad, there are always more than one person committing the same type of crime that could be "the bad guy" - just unlikely, unbelievable plot lines. That takes the enjoyment out of it because you spend time being disappointed at the silliness instead of enjoying the story. While I expect fiction to be fiction, I don't enjoy stories where the author hasn't put any effort into making it somewhat believable. It had potential but doesn't meet it.
47 of 52 people found the following review helpful.
Not up to Julie Garwood's standards
By Andalso
I think Julie Garwood is one of the finest romance writers in print. She's one of my all time favorites. However, this book is a mess. It is so disjointed, it reads like her editor was on vacation. I honestly had to force myself to finish it. Definitely not a keeper. My advice--check it out of the library if you want to read it. Julie Garwood is still at the top of my list; even the best writers are entitled to a clunker now and then.
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