Bone Deep [NOOK Book]

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The mystery surrounding the disappearance of Kat Riley's husband has kept Grant Haller at a distance. Despite the strong attraction pulling him to her, as police chief with that open missing person case, he can't afford to get close to her. Not with everyone in this small town watching. Still, he waits for the day he can make his move.

Then Kat finds a bone…and others start to appear. Once the remains are identified as her husband's, Grant has to consider her a suspect. Deep ...

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Overview


The mystery surrounding the disappearance of Kat Riley's husband has kept Grant Haller at a distance. Despite the strong attraction pulling him to her, as police chief with that open missing person case, he can't afford to get close to her. Not with everyone in this small town watching. Still, he waits for the day he can make his move.

Then Kat finds a bone…and others start to appear. Once the remains are identified as her husband's, Grant has to consider her a suspect. Deep inside he's convinced she's innocent and he's driven to clear her name. And when the threats against her escalate, Grant must protect her…before it's too late.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426888465
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 3/1/2011
  • Series: Count on a Cop Series , #1692
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 598,785
  • File size: 605 KB

Meet the Author



Janice Kay Johnson is the author of sixty books for children and adults. Her first four published romance novels were coauthored with her mother, also a writer who has since published mysteries and children's books on her own. These were "sweet" romance novels, the author hastens to add; she isn't sure they'd have felt comfortable coauthoring passionate love scenes!

Janice graduated from Whitman College with a B.A. in history and then received a master's degree in library science from the University of Washington. She was a branch librarian for a public library system until she began selling her own writing.

She has written six novels for young adults and one picture book for the read-aloud crowd. Rosamund was the outgrowth of all those hours spent reading to her own daughters, and of her passion for growing old roses. Two more of her favorite books were historical novels she wrote for Tor/Forge. The research was pure indulgence for someone who set out intending to be a historian!

Janice is divorced and has raised her two daughters in a small, rural town north of Seattle, Washington. She's an active volunteer and board member for Purrfect Pals, a no-kill cat shelter, and foster kittens often enliven a household that already includes a few more cats than she wants to admit to!

Janice loves writing books about both love and family--about the way generations connect and the power our earliest experiences have on us throughout life. Her Superromance novels are frequent finalists for Romance Writers of America RITA awards.
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"This year's Snohomish County Business Owner of the Year is…" Behind the podium at the front of the ballroom, Judith Everest paused long enough to search out the five nominees in the crowd, her gaze pausing at each until she reached Kat. Smiling, she concluded, "Kathryn Riley of Sauk River Plant Nursery!"

The room erupted in applause. Dazed, Kat stumbled to her feet.

Four days later, she still glowed at the memory. To think that, four years ago, the business had been close to going under.

Too bad she couldn't actually slow down to savor the honor the way she'd like. This was spring, for a plant nursery the equivalent of the pre-Christmas rush for most retailers. She was going nonstop.

In as close to a break as she could afford, she'd escaped to one of the greenhouses to pot seedlings. Now she gently sifted a little potting mix around a sturdy petunia, then scooped up some compost from a separate wheelbarrow with her trowel. Even though she worked without pause, with hundreds of seedlings waiting to be potted, she reveled in both the silence and the humid warmth. This was as peaceful as it would get for her until July.

And all that publicity about her being honored by the business community, reported in both the Seattle Times and the Herald, wouldn't hurt business.

She patted the new soil into place, then set the seedling onto a flat and grabbed an empty pot from a stack of them. She dumped two inches of potting mix into the pot, tucked the next seedling in, then scooped up compost to add richness for the roots.

Snohomish County Business Owner of the Year.

Unbelievable. Four years ago, left alone and facing bankruptcy, she'd clung fiercely to dreams. The nursery had been her salvation, and look what she'd done with it even though she knew no one had believed she could handle the business at all.

Smiling, she carefully tilted the trowel to pour the dark compost into the four-inch plastic pot.

Something fell with it. The seedling quivered.

"What on earth…?" she murmured.

Setting down the trowel, Kat stripped off her gloves and pulled the long, ivory-colored rock from the pot.

Wiping the dark, damp compost from it, she realized, no, not a rock. Porous, it didn't weigh enough, and widened at each end like a segment of bamboo. She stared down at the thing in her hand, the ball of her stomach knowing what it was before her brain caught up.

A bone. There'd been a bone in her compost.

"Kat?" The voice was loud and close.

She jerked, adrenaline shooting through her, and lifted her head. Her newest employee, a lanky nineteen-year-old named Jason Hebert, had come all the way into the greenhouse without her noticing, probably calling her name all the way. He looked perplexed.

"Are you okay, Kat? Was I supposed to not interrupt you? I'm sorry. I'll go away…" His gaze dropped to the object in her hand. "Is that a bone?"

"It was in the compost." She turned it in her hand. "From some animal, I guess."

He peered more closely. "You sure? It looks like a finger bone." He held out his own hand and waggled his fingers in a 3-D demonstration. "You know, a phalange?"

No, she didn't. Although maybe she should, given that she thought about human remains way more often than the average person.

"I'm taking Anatomy this semester. We saw a real skeleton. That's what this looks like."

If this was a finger bone, it was larger than hers, Kat couldn't help thinking. Longer and thicker. A man's, maybe.

"You know, it's probably dumb," she said, giving a half laugh as if no more than mildly startled by the find, "but I'd better call the police just in case."

"Yeah. Maybe some guy got it sliced off." Jason sounded ghoulishly pleased.

They did operate heavy machinery at the compost facility not two miles away. She didn't remember hearing about anyone losing a finger—especially a finger they never found to reattach—but that did make sense.

Or it was a leg bone from something small, something dog- or cat-sized. It was silly to get alarmed because a community college student who'd once seen a real human skeleton had identified this bone. Still…the unease that made her queasy decided her. If it was a human bone.

Oh, God. Hugh.

With an effort she suppressed the sickening mix of dread and…not hope. She couldn't be feeling hope. Since Jason was still hovering, Kat asked, "What was your question? Can it wait while I make a quick call about this?"

"Huh? Oh, sure. It was just Ms. Lindstrom, about the garden club meeting. But she said something about needing a flowering plum or maybe cherry and went out that way, so she's probably forgotten."

Annika Lindstrom was one of their best customers and the owner of a spectacular garden that was the centerpiece of many a garden tour. She and Kat weren't quite friends, but close enough that she wouldn't be insulted if Kat didn't immediately appear.

"I'll find her when I'm done."

"Oh, and that guy from the Globe. He was here, but I think he got a phone call and left."

Mike Hedin was the editor of the local weekly newspaper. She'd been half expecting him to want to talk to her about the award.

"Okay, thanks," she said. Sending Jason back to work, she took the rear door out of the greenhouse, stepping from tropical warmth into the crisp air that still felt like winter.

The temperature in her small office at the back of the main nursery building was somewhere in between. Setting the bone in front of her, she sat at her desk and reached for the phone.

Halfway through dialing, it struck her. How many times had she called police jurisdictions throughout the state to ask about remains found buried in some backyard? What were the odds that she, of all people, had actually found a human bone? God. The local police would probably think she'd gone completely around the bend.

A giggle escaped her throat like a hiccup, and she covered her mouth, swiveling to make sure the door was still closed and nobody had heard her. Sternly, she told herself this wasn't exactly funny, just… ironic.

"Fern Bluff Police Department." She knew the bored sergeant who answered the phone.

"Martin, this is Kat Riley at the nursery. I've found a bone in the compost. It's probably from an animal, but, well, one of my employees is taking an anatomy course at the college and he thinks it looks like a human finger bone." A little ashamed of herself, she thought, That's it, blame poor Jason. "So I thought I'd better report it."

"Well, let me get the chief for you."

"That's not necess—"

The quality of the silence told her she was on hold. Kat muttered a word she wouldn't have said in front of a customer. He hadn't even waited for her protest!

But she guessed it made sense for him to call the chief. Fern Bluff had grown with stunning speed these past several years, since software giant Microsoft had opened a Snohomish County campus on the outskirts of town. The police force had quadrupled in size, as had crime, but even so she suspected Chief Grant Haller was the only member of the force with any real experience with homicide.

Besides.the sergeant knew about Hugh.

Martin came back on a moment later. "The chief says to tell you he'll be out to take a look."

"Fine," she said. "Thank you." She hung up the phone, hating how short of breath she suddenly was, how dismayed. She didn't see Grant Haller often outside chamber of commerce meetings or the like. She'd armored herself against those occasions. But that moment at the banquet last week had shaken her. When her name had been announced, out of the several hundred people present, he was the only one she seemed able to focus on. He'd dipped his head in acknowledgment of her triumph, then given her an odd, wry smile, his eyes warm. Heart drumming, she'd realized he was still interested. She hadn't dreamed, hadn't thought…

But now she had, and now he was on his way here. And she wouldn't be seeing him in the midst of a crowd at a city council meeting, but rather in the close quarters of this office, her sanctuary.

Breathless, she thought, I'm not ready. But she had no choice. This wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to talk about in front of half a dozen customers lined up to pay for their flats of early spring bedding plants.

This. Oh, God. She'd almost forgotten. She looked down at the bone, lying on her desk blotter, bits of dark compost still clinging to it like soil from a grave. Unable to help herself, she laid her hand next to it, comparing the length and thickness to her own finger bones. It could be a man's. It could be Hugh's.

Kat shuddered and withdrew her hand, curling it into a fist she pressed against her belly. No! How many times had the compost been turned and bagged or loaded into trucks and replaced over at Wallinger's? At least yearly, they must get down to bare ground and start over with yard debris and Christmas trees and fallen branches from the road cleanup crews, grinding it all up, mounding it fifty or more feet high, letting it gently steam as it rotted. No part of those mounds had been there for the nearly four years since Hugh's disappearance.

Anyway, how likely was it that her husband had ended up dead in the compost pile two miles down the road? Without a single bone turning up until now?

She blew out a breath and sat back, the ancient oak office chair squeaking. Thank God for the voice of reason. She'd really worry about herself if she started seeing bits of Hugh everywhere.

I may be obsessed, she thought, but I'm not crazy. Not yet.

Grant would have been glad of an excuse to get out of the station and away from the spreadsheets he'd been peering at on his computer, if only the bone had turned up someplace else.

He was both surprised, and not. Every damn thing involving Kat Riley was complicated for him, even though Grant had known for a long time that he should give up any hope that whatever they'd briefly had would go anywhere, whether they were both single or not. Clearly, she wasn't going to let it, not obsessed as she was with the husband who had driven away one day in his rattletrap pickup, supposedly to check out a rhododendron wholesaler up Chuckanut way, never to be heard from again.

Downtown's half a dozen lights all turned red against him, a not uncommon occurrence as they were the old-fashioned kind that were indifferent to the presence of any real cars on the road. Like most other remnants of small-town life, they were slated to be replaced in the next year. He'd once found them annoying, but now felt almost nostalgic.

He was able to speed up once he hit the outskirts. City limits had been generously drawn, and took in a wide swath of river valley and wooded country upriver. The nursery sat on low ground, taking advantage of rich soil deposited by floodwaters, but also at risk when the water rose every couple of years.

Grant pulled his squad car into the parking lot and had to wait for someone to reverse out before he could park. The place was bustling, staff helping customers load bags of peat moss and compost into car trunks and the backs of pickups. He wasn't even out of his car before he spotted a city councilwoman and a school board member. Out of habit and since he was wearing his uniform, he nodded at folks he knew and didn't know as he crossed the lot and entered the nursery, which involved threading a strategic maze of tables bearing brightly colored pansies—even he recognized them—and pots of tulips and daffodils as well as cedar window boxes and tubs. Shrubs, set in big pots here and there, were breaking into bloom and scenting the air.

Was there any chance at all that Hugh Riley's body had been right here at the nursery all these years, missed in the intensive search he and his men had conducted?

If it had been… His jaw tightened. If this bone was her husband's, Kat Riley would have to be the principal suspect in his death.

Yeah, but then why would she have called today to report finding this bone? Why not make it quietly disappear?

Because one of her employees had seen it, Grant remembered. He'd talk. She couldn't dump it.

Damn, he hoped this bone wasn't human.

One of the employees spotted him and when he said he was looking for Kat, called to a skinny teenage boy who had an air of suppressed excitement. Grant would lay money he was the budding forensic anthropologist.

"She said she'd be in her office," the boy told him importantly.

Grant nodded. "Thanks."

In the years since she took over management of the nursery, Kat had made big changes, including the expansion of a small gift area into a spacious indoor shop that included an attached conservatory with tropical plants for the house. He bet she'd done well with Christmas shoppers, since she now stocked the work of a dozen local artisans as well as gardening tools and gadgets, a vast selection of pots and garden statuary, seeds, bulbs and fertilizers.

He had to be directed to the door to her office, which, almost hidden behind a rack of hand tools, said Employees Only. When her husband disappeared, Grant had spent plenty of time out here, but what had been her office then was now part of this expanded gift area.

He lifted his hand to knock, then hesitated. Damn it, why her? He kept thinking that eventually he'd feel only indifference when he saw her, but that hadn't happened yet. The sight of her last week at that banquet, wearing a peach-colored sheath that bared a mile of legs and the top swell of her breasts, had been like a gut punch. He'd almost bent over at the pain.

Kat Riley was tall and lush and vibrant. Some people might have called her thick, glossy hair "brown," but it had a copper gleam in sunlight and some strands as pale as dried cornstalks, others as dark as mahogany. He'd sat directly behind her once at a chamber meeting and, lost in fascination with her hair, missed ninety percent of what was said.

No loss, of course, and thank God no one had asked him a question.

She had great cheekbones, deep blue eyes and a mouth he thought would have gentle curves if she ever let it relax. He wasn't sure her face was entirely symmetrical.

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  • Posted February 11, 2011

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    A fast-paced police procedural

    Nursery owner Kat Riley is proud of the Snohomish County Business Owner of the Year award she has won. However, someone else must have a different opinion on her worthiness. Soon after receiving the accolades, bones of her husband Hugh appear in the nursery. Hugh disappeared several years without a trace, but has returned in pieces.

    The cold case is reopened as a homicide, but police chief Grant Haller is more concerned that the sudden appearance of Hugh's remains needs to be treated as a threat against his widow. He vows to keep this woman safe as part of his job but even more so for personal reasons as he loves Kat. As he investigates, he fears he is too close to Kat to remain objective, but also refuses to recluse himself and hand over the case to anyone else.

    This fast-paced police procedural romance grips the audience from the first bone to the last confrontation. However, the key to the well written aptly titled Bone Deep is the heroic cop who feels guilt for breaking procedure by working a case he is emotionally involved in but knows he would feel much greater remorse if he stayed on the sidelines and something happened to Kat. With the killer in plain sight but still difficult to pick out, fans will enjoy Janice Kay Johnson's super romantic suspense.

    Harriet Klausner

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    A fast-paced police procedural romance

    Nursery owner Kat Riley is proud of the Snohomish County Business Owner of the Year award she has won. However, someone else must have a different opinion on her worthiness. Soon after receiving the accolades, bones of her husband Hugh appear in the nursery. Hugh disappeared several years without a trace, but has returned in pieces.

    The cold case is reopened as a homicide, but police chief Grant Haller is more concerned that the sudden appearance of Hugh's remains needs to be treated as a threat against his widow. He vows to keep this woman safe as part of his job but even more so for personal reasons as he loves Kat. As he investigates, he fears he is too close to Kat to remain objective, but also refuses to recluse himself and hand over the case to anyone else.

    This fast-paced police procedural romance grips the audience from the first bone to the last confrontation. However, the key to the well written aptly titled Bone Deep is the heroic cop who feels guilt for breaking procedure by working a case he is emotionally involved in but knows he would feel much greater remorse if he stayed on the sidelines and something happened to Kat. With the killer in plain sight but still difficult to pick out, fans will enjoy Janice Kay Johnson's super romantic suspense.

    Harriet

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