Taken to the Edge

Taken to the Edge

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by Kara Lennox

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Ford Hyatt thought he was done. He was all set to give up on himself and on Project Justice. Then Robyn Jasperson walks back into his life. His former bad-girl crush looks better than ever and needs his help getting a case overturned. Robyn's got an ex-husband in jail, a murdered son and nowhere else to turn.

Ford let her down before. But now…  See more details below


Ford Hyatt thought he was done. He was all set to give up on himself and on Project Justice. Then Robyn Jasperson walks back into his life. His former bad-girl crush looks better than ever and needs his help getting a case overturned. Robyn's got an ex-husband in jail, a murdered son and nowhere else to turn.

Ford let her down before. But now he can find the truth, set matters straight and redeem himself. And time is running out. If he fails, she has everything to lose. If he wins, he has everything to gain, including Robyn's heart.

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If one Wild Turkey on ice didn't make the pain go away, maybe two would. That was Ford Hyatt's thinking when he'd ordered a second drink even though he needed to drive home. But two didn't work, either, and now he'd have to sit in this damn ugly bar for at least two hours while he sobered up.

This never worked. He just wasn't a drown-your-sorrows kind of guy. He was more of a go-fix-what's-wrong kind of guy, except there was no way to fix this, no arguing with the fact that a woman was in intensive care, and it was Ford's fault.

His supposedly infallible instincts had failed him. Again.

"Another?" The bartender nodded toward Ford's empty glass.

"Sure." Hell, why not? In for a penny and all that. He could take a cab home.

He first became aware of the woman on the bar stool next to him when he smelled her perfume, a light, teasing scent. He looked over, surprised to find her there. She'd slid onto that stool as noiselessly as a cat.

"Need someone to drown your sorrows with?" she asked.

How had she known? Maybe it was just a lucky guess. Guy drinking alone in a bar must have some sorrows.

"I don't need company, thanks," he said. Or, more accurately, he doubted she would want his company inflicted on her. Under other circumstances, he might have responded to the flirtation. He gave her a second look from the corner of his eye. She was tall and long-legged, and dressed too nice for this dive. The fact she was hanging out alone at McGoo's meant he could probably have gotten her into bed without too much effort.

But the easy conquests of his youth held little appeal these days. Anyway, he was in a helluva mood. Being nice, even civil, would require too much effort.

She ordered her own drink, a diet cola, which made the bartender's grizzled eyebrows rise in surprise. Ford was amazed the bar stocked diet anything.

He gave the woman a third look—and realized he knew her. He hadn't seen her in well over a decade, and she'd changed quite a bit, filled out, darkened her hair a shade. But her eyes were the same, big and blue and innocent—deceptively so, some had said.

"Robyn?" He would probably regret starting a conversation. But he had to say something.

"I wondered if you'd recognize me. It's been a long time." No smile, but why should there be? Their history wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy.

"You obviously recognized me," he said, wondering why she would even bother acknowledging him.

"I heard you hang out here sometimes. Your number's not in the book and no one would give it to me."

"Cops seldom list their numbers." God only knew how many wackos he'd arrested who'd love to find him, get a piece of him.

"Ex-cop now, isn't it?"

He nodded. "I left the Houston P.D. a couple of years ago."

"Why'd you leave?" The question sounded impulsive. "I mean, you were good at your job."

"Says who?"


"You've been asking?"

"It's come up in conversation." She paused to take a sip of her drink, and Ford found his gaze drawn to her lips pursing around the straw.

Idiot. Yeah, so he'd found her hot in high school. The bad girl, forbidden fruit. Always in trouble. Not someone he would have gotten involved with. But that hadn't stopped him from getting a hard-on every time he saw her. Stupid how powerful adolescent memories were. He could suddenly remember every nuance of what it had been like for him back then, wanting something he knew would be bad for him, something that didn't fit in with his ironclad plans for the future. Doing the right thing, but wishing he didn't have to.

He took a gulp of his drink. "Any particular reason people have been talking about me?" he asked.


The single word hung in the air, and he knew for sure that this was no chance encounter, not just curiosity on her part. She'd come here looking for him, and she had an agenda.

"I assume you know about me, right?" she asked, her gaze not meeting his. "You heard what happened?"

Had anyone in Harris County missed hearing about the tragedy that had struck Robyn Jasperson's life? If they had, they'd been living under a rock. "Yes. I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say. Stupid sentiment. Meaningless. But what could you say to a woman whose child had disappeared and was presumed dead? Nothing anyone said could make it better.

"Thank you." The rejoinder was automatic, probably uttered thousands of times since the tragedy—what, seven or eight years ago? At least they'd caught the bastard who did it.

That was when a disturbing possibility occurred to him. Oh, surely not. But the silence between them stretched uncomfortably.

He looked at her, and she met his probing gaze unflinchingly.

"Do you know why I wanted to speak to you?"

"I'm slow, but I'm starting to get an idea."

"You're not slow. In fact, most people agree that you are extraordinarily intelligent."

"You don't think Eldon did it?" he asked, incredulous. The D.A.'s case against Eldon Jasperson had been circumstantial, but it had been convincing—convincing enough for twelve jurors.

"No," Robyn said succinctly. "I do not believe my ex-husband murdered my son."

Without comment, Ford settled his bill and paid for Robyn's soft drink, too. "Let's walk outside." The stale-beer smell inside McGoo's suddenly turned his stomach. Maybe it was just that he didn't think someone as pretty and delicate looking as Robyn belonged in a place like this. McGoo's was close enough to the Houston shipping lanes that it attracted a rough clientele.

Outside, the air could hardly be called fresh. Summer in South Texas was never fresh, but the ninety-degree heat from earlier that afternoon had abated to a tolerable eighty or so, muggy as hell but not so bad that your clothes became drenched the moment you stepped outside.

A worn footpath ran alongside the twisty road where the bar was located. Without asking her permission, he led Robyn there. They could talk without being overheard. He realized too late she wasn't wearing good walking shoes, just some teeny blue sandals with her jeans and silk T-shirt, but she didn't complain.

"Why do you think that Eldon is innocent?" he asked point-blank. Project Justice, the charitable foundation he had worked for—until this afternoon—took on only cases with significant evidence to work with. The mere belief that someone was innocent, no matter how passionate, was not enough to get Project Justice to take on a case. There had to be new evidence, or perhaps a new way of scientifically testing old evidence, to meet the foundation's criteria.

"I have three things," Robyn said. Clearly she had prepared for this meeting. "First, a witness saw Eldon with Justin at the pizza parlor where he said Justin was taken from. Because the witness had drunk a beer—one beer—and hadn't gotten every detail exactly right, the police dismissed him as a crank and never even provided his name to the defense. But you, as a former cop, know that memory is imperfect at best."

"That's a good point," he said. "Any reason this witness wasn't mentioned during Eldon's appeals?"

"We've only just found him," Robyn said.

"We?" Ford's ears perked up. He wondered whom she was working with. "Are you teamed up with Eldon's lawyer?"

"Frankly, I have no money to pay a lawyer. 'We' is myself and Trina Jasperson."

"Trina—" It took a few moments for Ford to get it. "Eldon's current wife?"

"The one who broke up my marriage, yes." Robyn misstepped, and Ford grabbed her arm to keep her from falling.

"Maybe we should turn back," he said. "I didn't realize the footing was so bad on this path." The mosquitoes were out, too. He waved away a couple that buzzed around his face.

"It's okay. Let's keep going."

She probably wanted to prolong their meeting as long as possible to prevent him from walking away.

He took her arm again and firmly turned her around. "I won't be responsible for you breaking your ankle. Don't worry, I intend to hear you out. You've piqued my curiosity." Robyn and Trina, allies? Ford knew Trina Jasperson only by reputation, but that wasn't good. She'd been a party girl—possibly a call girl—before Eldon married her. "Frankly, I'm surprised Trina has stuck by him. She could have divorced him, gotten a huge settlement and moved on."

"Not all women who marry rich men do so for the money," Robyn said indignantly. "I didn't."

"Why did you marry Eldon?" Ford asked, then wished he hadn't. That hardly had any bearing on the case, and it was none of his business. But a detective never loses his strong sense of curiosity. Had she sought respectability? A stable environment to raise children? Was it just the money?

"Hard as it is to believe, I loved him. He saw things about me that others missed, saw good qualities in me that I didn't even know were there. He was good to me—well, to a point."

She sounded comfortable with that answer—as if she'd defended her position many times. "Sorry. That was a rude question for me to ask."

"I'll answer any question you ask—anything—if it'll help you free Eldon. He was hideously unfaithful, a serial cheater—that's one of the things the prosecution used to tear down his character. But he was a terrific father, utterly devoted to Justin, and I love him for that. He grieved for his son, all the while having to go through that investigation, incarceration, the trial. To the public he looked stoic, perhaps even cold, but I knew him in a way most didn't, and he was devastated by the loss of his son."

Ford knew that even murderers sometimes grieved for their victims. "Is that point number two?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You said you had three reasons you believed Eldon is innocent. The first was the witness at the pizza parlor. Is the second the fact that Eldon grieved for Justin?"

"Oh. No, I understood Project Justice wanted facts, evidence, not feelings. I was just answering your question."

"What are the other two points?"

Her heel caught on a rock and she stumbled again. This time she was the one who reached out for his arm to keep from falling. When she'd righted herself, she started to release him, but he grasped her hand and wrapped it around his bare forearm. "Maybe you better hold on till we get back to the parking lot."

She didn't argue, and for the next couple of minutes, Ford found himself annoyed that he could not stop focusing on the feel of her warm, soft hand against his arm. How many times in high school had he vividly imagined sex with her? Yet he'd never thought about the experience of holding her hand, or listening to her talk, or the faint scent of that light, teasing perfume.

"The second point I would like to bring up is the wig fiber," she said, sounding more like an attorney than a…he didn't know what she was now, other than I rich man's ex-wife. "The cops combed Eldon's car bit by bit, and they found one lone fiber that didn't belong—a blond, synthetic wig fiber. They claimed it was insignificant, but I can't think of a single person Eldon or Justin came in contact with who wore a blond wig."

Ford loved fiber evidence. In years past, forensic scientists could declare one synthetic fiber "consistent with" another. But as testing became more sophisticated, precise matches were more commonplace, particularly with something like a wig fiber. That was something he could sink his teeth into. "I like it," he said. "But as I recall, the cops found blood evidence in Eldon's car, too."

"A few tiny drops. Justin frequently had nosebleeds."

"Okay. What's your third point?"

Robyn took a deep breath. "I believe Eldon was with someone that night, someone who could clear him. I know there's something he's holding back. There's a certain look he gets in his eyes when he's lying.about a woman."

Ford couldn't think what to reply to that. He had a healthy respect for a woman's instincts, but this was hardly hard evidence.

"I know what you're thinking," she rushed on to say. "But if I could just talk to him, I could convince him to come clean."

"You haven't talked to him?"

"They won't let me. And Trina—she knows nothing about the woman and I've hesitated to say anything to her. I don't want to be the one to tell her Eldon was cheating."

"I could probably get you an interview with Eldon," Ford found himself saying. The Project Justice lawyers were experts at negotiating prison regulations. "But why in hell didn't he speak up about this woman, if she exists?"

"He must have a reason. But I'm positive she exists." Robyn sounded like she was trying to keep the edge of desperation out of her voice.

"Maybe she's the one with the wig," Ford said.

"Exactly!" Right about then, Robyn realized she was still holding on to Ford's arm, and she pulled her hand back self-consciously. She wiped her damp palm on the leg of her jeans. "I'm sorry. I forgot I was holding on to you like that."

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Meet the Author

Kara Lennox has been penning romance and romantic suspense for Harlequin and Silhouette for twenty-plus years, with more than sixty titles under two names. Formerly an art director and freelance writer, Kara now writes fiction full time. Born in Texas, Kara lives in California with her writer-publisher husband. She loves teaching workshops on writing. You can find her at karalennox.wordpress.com and on Facebook ("karalennox").

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Nas-Dean More than 1 year ago
Taken to the Edge (Harlequin Super Romance) Author Kara Lennox starts an exciting suspense series with TAKEN TO THE EDGE. She manages the delicate balance between romance and mystery/suspense, with sizzling sexual tension, a dangerous plot, and a heroine who's survived one of the most horrible things any mother can imagine--the loss of her only child. I will be definitely looking forward to more books from the PROJECT JUSTICE series. Robyn's husband cheated on her more than once before their divorce. But he did love their son. There's no way he would have killed him, and there's no way he belongs on Texas's death row. Ford Hyatt and the team at Project Justice are her last chance both to free an innocent man and to find out what happened to her son. But she forgot about her teenage crush on Ford in her high school days. And now to work in close proximity with him, she didn't expect fireworks. But the sparks start to sizzle between them!
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harstan More than 1 year ago
Feeling burned out for the second time in two years having left the Houston Police Department previously; Ford Hyatt leaves Project Justice after another woman ends up in intensive care due to his diligently getting an allegedly innocent person out of jail. Just after his resignation, Robyn Jasperson joins him at a bar to plead with him to take on the case of her former husband, Eldon, who sits on death row. Suffering from guilt and post traumatic stress disorder, Ford says no though he had a crush in high school on the notorious bad girl. However, though fearing he is thinking with his wrong head, he reluctantly agrees to take on the case when there is no one else available to do so and Robyn's plea that her ex spouse is innocent. Ford looks at the evidence that convicted Eldon of killing his son Justin though no body or any sign of foul play was found tied to him. Believing the death row inmate is innocent, he and Robyn, who has not had a chance to mourn for her son, investigate the vanishing. The key to this exhilarating Project Justice taut thriller is that the romance plays a secondary role to the investigation that proves increasingly dangerous. Tense from the moment the long legged Robyn enters the bar, sub-genre fans will appreciate accompanying the lead couple as they make inquiries into what happened to Justin. Harriet Klausner