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A decade after Logan walked out on Maddy, he returns, and emotions long banked surface, then everything becomes complicated and dangerous.
Thrown together, and neither is happy about it, Meg and Declan navigate their unwanted growing attraction as they fight to keep Meg alive.
Read an Excerpt from Deadly Purpose:
Meg blinked open her eyes and took a minute to focus. To gather her thoughts. The cabin. She was at her dad’s cabin. She sat up slowly, wincing as her muscles protested. She fingered the woolen blanket draped over the sleeping bag. It was the Hudson Bay blanket that had covered her bed as a child, cream colored and with its distinctive stripes. A small bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water sat on the coffee table.
She froze when she saw the man sitting in the chair, dark eyes focused on her.
Meg held his gaze for a long moment, decidedly uncomfortable to find he’d tended to her while she slept. A blanket, pain meds. It wasn’t only the odd intimacy, but the fact that she hadn’t awoken when he’d gotten that close.
She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.”
“Right. Declan.” Unusual name, she thought, wondering if he was Irish. She glanced to the windows. Through the narrow slit in the curtains she could see the blackness of night. “What time is it?”
“After seven. You’ve been asleep over two hours.”
“Wow. Okay.” She shifted to sit up and swung her feet to the floor. “Excuse me.”
She rose slowly, and when her legs remained steady, made her way to the door tucked under the staircase. Even moving carefully every muscle in her body reminded her the battle against the flu had yet to be won.
The door opened to the bathroom, looking better maintained than she remembered. Her father’s habit had been to let things go until they absolutely had to be dealt with or risk falling apart. Minutes later she returned to the living room and found the man, Declan, she reminded herself, had placed a wide-brimmed soup mug on the coffee table, steam rising from its surface. A spoon rested beside it. He stood beside the fireplace, arms crossed in front of him. She was beginning to suspect the frown was habitual.
“Stew. Eat it.”
It smelled amazing, rich and fragrant, but she absolutely hated accepting help from anyone. “I have my own food.”
The question surprised her only because she hadn’t expected him to ask. He’d been so gruff before, so adamant she didn’t belong here. Added to the blanket he must have thrown over her sleeping bag, checking to make sure she had food almost felt like he cared. And she was an idiot if she was looking for caring from a stranger.
She reached over and unzipped the side pocket of her black bag. Fishing inside, her fingers brushed the smooth leather of the holster and the cold metal of the Colt .45 pistol before wrapping around plastic packaging. She pulled out the Kind bar and zipped the bag closed, then held it up. “This.”
Shaking his head, he said, “Eat the soup.”
About the Author:
A native Southern Californian, Diane enjoys nothing better than summer. For a high school history teacher, summer means a break from teenagers, and summer allows her to spend her early mornings immersed in her current writing project. With both kids living out of the house, in addition to writing, she enjoys camping and gardening with her husband.
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