Linda Warren loves happy endings. The Rita® nominated author has written 26 books in the last ten years. Drawing upon her years of growing up on a ranch in Texas, she writes about sexy heroes, feisty heroines and broken families with an emotional punch. She lives in central Texas with her husband, and spends her days doing what she loves—creating unforgettable love stories—with happy endings.
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Revenge was such an ugly word. And Jena Brooks was about to get up close and personal with ugly.
She paused at the office door of Constable Carson Corbett, straightened her deep plum suit, made sure the buttons of her cream silk blouse were fastened and tossed her shoulder-length dark hair to emphasize its layered effect.
But even with the expensive clothes, artfully applied makeup and professionally cut hair, Jena couldn't disguise who she really wasthe girl from the wrong side of the tracks whose father had killed Jared Corbett in cold blood.
Because of her.
Or that was what everyone in Willow Creek, Texas, thought.
She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Carson looked up. His green eyes narrowed as he recognized her. "You have a lot of nerve coming back to Willow Creek."
She closed the door and marched to the chair in front of his desk. His harsh words grated on her sensitive nerves like a cocklebur and oddly boosted her courage.
"You won't believe the nerve I have, Mr. Corbett."
Sitting with as much grace as her trembling limbs could provide, she placed her purse on the floor and crossed her legs. Her pencil skirt shimmied up, revealing more of her legs than she'd wanted.
She stared straight at him, resisting the urge to tug at her hemline, and was surprised to catch his eyes on her legs. Briefly.
He leaned back in his leather chair, the fabric of his light blue shirt stretching taut across wide shoulders.
"Why are you here?"
"Revenge." She fired the word at him with the force of a bullet intending to annihilate his composure. But it didn't work.
His self-possession seemed firmly intact as he asked, "For what?"
"You know what."
"Sorry." He shrugged. "You'll have to fill me in."
"Do the Corbetts have a patent on that dumb expression?"
He leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ms. Brooks, we can trade snide remarks back and forth all day, but I have work to do. So, once again, why are you in my office?"
"I came back for my child."
"And that has something to do with me?"
"You really have that blank expression down."
"That's because I don't know what the hell you're talking about." His voice rose with frustration.
"Then I'll fill you in." Her voice rose, too. "I would be talking to your father, Asa, but I heard he's had a stroke. You'll pardon me if I don't offer any consolatory words."
His face darkened.
"Just before I turned eighteen, I was pregnant with your brother's child."
"Wait." He held up a hand. "Pa always insisted it wasn't Jared's."
"Yeah, that's why after Jared's death
"Murder," he corrected in a chilling voice.
Her control slipped for a split second, but she would not be intimidated or stopped. Not this time.
"Asa's goons kidnapped me a week before my due date and took me to the Bar C Ranch. Minnie Voltree, the midwife, gave me something to induce labor, and six hours later I gave birth. The baby was taken away. I never saw it and don't even know if it was a boy or a girl.A Texas-size secret
Nine years ago, Jena Brooks fled Willow Creek, Texas, as a frightened teenager. Now she's finally found the courage to come home, and this time she's not leaving without her baby. Memories of Asa Corbett stealing her newborn child still haunt Jena to this day. Unfortunately, her best chance at finding her baby is Asa's eldest son, local cop Carson Corbett.
Trusting a Corbett again isn't easy, but they'll need to rely on each other completely to face their pasts and discover the truth. Together, Jena and Carson have a chance to heal old wounds and unite their families for good
if the truth doesn't first tear them apart.