Deception Lake (Harlequin Intrigue Series #1553)

Deception Lake (Harlequin Intrigue Series #1553)

by Paula Graves

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ISBN-13: 9781460378700
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 03/01/2015
Series: Gates Series
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 225,446
File size: 436 KB

About the Author

Born in the American South, Paula Graves draws from her experiences with the culture and geography of the region, especially the Appalachian Mountains, to add authentic flavor and unique characters to her tales of romance and mystery.

www.paulagraves.com

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The weather was warm for March in the Smokies, or so the woman at the diner counter informed Jack Drum-mond when he commented on the heat as he took a seat at the counter and scanned the large menu board behind her. She was a broad-shouldered woman in her late thirties, with work-worn hands and a plain but pleasant face devoid of makeup. The name tag over her left breast read Darlene.

"Won't last," Darlene warned in a hard-edged drawl as she pulled a pen and order pad from her apron pocket. "We'll get another frost in time to kill off all the daffodils that'll be blooming." She shrugged. "Spring in Tennessee."

Jack could tell Darlene a few stories about spring in Wyoming that would curl her lanky brown hair. Late-season snowstorms piling up in feet, not inches. Winds so strong and cold they seemed to blast the skin right off your face. But he refrained, ordering a steak sandwich and a sweet tea, his gaze sliding past the beer menu without snagging for even a second.

Progress.

The bell on the door behind him tinkled as another customer came in from the March sunshine. A woman's voice called out, husky and lightly tinted with a Texas twang. "Darlene, do you have the to-go orders for The Gates ready?"

The skin on Jack's neck prickled, and he swung his head slowly toward the newcomer, certain he'd imagined the familiar tones he'd heard in the feminine voice. She'd be too old or too young, too tall, too short, hair too red or not red enough, wrong eyes, wrong face, wrong build.

But not this time. In the middle of Purgatory, Tennessee, on an impromptu fishing trip with his brother-in-law's family, he'd finally tracked down Mara Jennings.

He'd been looking for her for four years to make amends.

It was one of the twelve steps, one he hadn't taken where Mara Jennings was concerned. But now that she was standing right in front of him, so close that he could lean forward a few inches and touch her arm, his tongue felt like lead and his pulse began to roar in his ears.

She must have felt his scrutiny, for her cool blue eyes flicked his way, her own gaze resting a brief moment on his face before sliding back to the waitress at the counter.

She hadn't recognized him.

Was that possible? He'd been a little lax about getting his hair cut since he left the rodeo circuit, and he'd put on ten pounds now that he wasn't shooting through gates on the back of a thousand pounds of pissed-off beef and trying to hang on for eight seconds of sheer adrenaline. But it wasn't his face that had gotten crushed under Coronado's rolling body. His looks hadn't changed that much.

Then her gaze snapped back, her brow creasing slightly as her eyebrows dipped to a V over her nose.

He managed to find his voice. "Hi, Mara."

She froze in place for a moment, her expression going completely blank. Then she gave a short nod. "Hi."

"So, this is where you disappeared to. I wondered." He licked his dry lips. "I was so sorry to hear about your sister."

A flicker of pain darted across her still face, so brief that he wondered if he'd imagined it. But when she spoke, her voice came out on a soft rasp. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry about everything, really. Especially the way things ended."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Forget about it, Jack.

I have."

The hardness in her tone shouldn't have come as a surprise, given how badly he'd messed up the last time they saw each other. And the cool indifference should have been a relief, a reassurance that his selfish stupidity hadn't crushed her spirit completely.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong with Mara Jennings.

"I know it's been a long time, but I'd really like to talk to you a little more, try to explain a few things. Could you make some time for me?"

She shook her head. "Jack, I've moved on."

"There's still the matter of the money."

Her brow furrowed again, her eyes darting toward him before sliding away. "This is about money? Really?" She sounded confused.

Now he knew something was wrong.

"Seven thousand dollars, Mara. Plus four years of interest?"

Her lips pressed to a thin line. "Was there anything in writing?"

He stared at her, unease twisting a knot in his gut.

"No, of course not. You know there wasn't." He took a step closer to her, unable to stop himself. "Are you okay?"

Alarm flickered in her eyes before she turned toward the waitress, who'd just returned to the counter with a box filled with individual brown paper sacks. She didn't answer his question as she pulled out a credit card and handed it to the waitress to process.

While Darlene was running the credit card through the system, Mara continued to ignore him, her small, round chin lifted with a hint of haughtiness he'd never seen in Mara Jennings during the year he'd known her.

He might not have changed much in four years, but clearly she had.

She took the credit card back from Darlene, signed the slip and picked up the box of lunch bags, then turned toward the door without even glancing his way. She was going to leave without saying anything else, he realized.

Part of him argued to just let her go. If she didn't want to deal with the past, he shouldn't make her.

But there was still the issue of the money.

Before he could keep his feet from moving, he'd stepped into her path, forcing her to stop so quickly she almost dropped the box of lunches she carried. He caught the sliding box and steadied it for her, his fingers brushing over hers.

Her gaze snapped up to meet his, and she took a quick step backward. "What do you want?"

"I get that you don't want to deal with the past. I'm not asking you to forgive me or anything like that. But seven thousand dollars is a lot of money—"

"And you just said there was nothing in writing." Her husky voice was edged with disdain. "So you can't prove I owe you a damn thing. Now excuse me."

She passed him quickly and left through the front door of the diner, passing Jack's brother-in-law, Riley Patterson, and his wife and child as they entered. Riley's craggy face split with a grin at the sight of Jack standing in the middle of the diner. "What did you do, strike out with the redhead?"

Riley's wife, Hannah, lowered her son, Cody, to the floor so he could hurry over to Jack. Reaching down, he picked up the three-year-old, tucked him close and looked over his head at Riley. "Do you remember me telling you about needing to make amends to a woman I hurt in Amarillo?"

Riley's smile faded. "Was that her?"

"I thought it was," Jack answered, remembering the cold, haughty air of the woman he'd just watched leave the diner. "I guess it is." He waved toward an empty booth, inviting them to take a seat. He settled onto the bench seat across from them, setting Cody down beside him. "But something very strange is going on."

"Strange how?" Hannah asked before Riley could speak.

"Well, I brought up the seven thousand dollars, and she acted like she didn't remember it at all. Which was weird enough. But when I pressed her on it—" He shook his head, the flutter of unease in his gut returning. "She asked me if we put anything in writing, and when I told her of course not, she said I couldn't prove she owed me a thing."

Hannah and Riley exchanged a quick look. "Are you sure you didn't misunderstand?" Riley asked.

"Believe me, I didn't." He shook his head. "Four years after the fact, she doesn't remember that I scammed seven thousand dollars from her. How is that even possible?"

Don't panic. There's no need to panic.

She entered through the front door of the two-story Victorian mansion on Magnolia Street, breathing deeply through her nose and releasing both air and tension through her mouth with each determined step. The office conference room was about ten paces down the narrow central corridor, and she timed her respiration accordingly—one breath, three steps. By the time she knocked on the door and received the invitation to enter, she had managed to present an outward air of calm.

But inside, she was freaking out completely.

Of all people to run into here in Purgatory, Tennessee—Jack Drummond? The cowboy with a heart of stone.

God, she'd been loathing that name for four years, loathing even the mere thought of what he'd done, the wreckage he'd left behind. She'd even wished him a painful end underneath some bucking bronc or twisting bull more than once, but she'd never figured she'd actually find out what happened to him after he left the dust of Amarillo behind him.

Well, now she knew. He was alive, well and disgustingly handsome.

But what the hell was he doing in Tennessee?

She entered the conference room quietly and set the box on the long credenza that took up most of the length of the nearest wall. Someone had already started a pot of coffee brewing, and she slipped back out of the conference room to retrieve a cooler of ice cubes for the two dozen bottles of water, juice and soft drinks lined up like soldiers at attention on one end of the sideboard.

Halfway there, she heard footsteps behind her and shot a quick look down the hall. The Gates' CEO, Alexander Quinn, was coming up the hall behind her. his expression impossible to read. As usual.

She turned to face him. "Did I forget something?"

"What happened while you were out?"

She thought about trying to lie, but Quinn had spent a couple of decades in the CIA. Seeing through lies was part of his business. "I ran into someone from the past. From Texas."

Quinn's eyes narrowed. "I see."

"He wanted me to fork over seven thousand dollars. I didn't know what he was talking about, so I sort of faked it, but—"

"But you're not sure he believed you?"

"No."

Quinn was silent for a moment, his hazel eyes holding her gaze without making her feel uncomfortable. For a man who had lived on lies and adrenaline, he had a calming effect on most people, and she wasn't immune herself. "What's his name?"

"Jack Drummond."

"Can you give me a description?"

"Black hair, worn kind of longish. Brown eyes. Olive-toned skin. I believe he's part Shoshone—he's from up in Wyoming originally. He's not super tall—maybe six feet, six-one. Big shoulders, narrow waist and hips. Cowboy."

Quinn arched one eyebrow.

"No, literally a cowboy. He was on the rodeo circuit back in Texas and the Southwest."

"What's he doing in Tennessee?"

"I didn't ask, and he didn't say."

Quinn looked at her a moment longer with that calm, thoughtful expression that made her feel as if he were trying to hypnotize her. Then he gave a short nod. "Go ahead and get the ice. Don't worry about Jack Drummond. He won't be a problem."

She knew Quinn had the means to protect her from her past. And because he needed the skills she offered when she wasn't playing office gofer, she knew he'd be diligent about it.

But Quinn couldn't erase the memory of Jack Drum-mond's dark eyes or sexy voice from her brain as she grabbed the clean cooler from the storage closet and started scooping ice into it.

She might hate Jack Drummond's guts and never want to see him again. But she doubted very seriously she could ever stop worrying about him, now that he'd invaded her world again. Had meeting him here in Purgatory been nothing but a strange coincidence?

Or was something a lot more sinister at work?

"The Gates?" Hannah looked up from wiping Cody's lunch off his hands and face at Jack's question. "I wonder if she was talking about Alexander Quinn's private investigation agency. It's right here in Purgatory."

Riley returned from grabbing more napkins from the counter and handed them to Hannah. "What about Alexander Quinn?"

"That private-eye agency he runs now—isn't it called The Gates?"

"Yeah, it is. Sutton Calhoun works there now."

"Right." Hannah made another swipe at the mess Cody had made with his peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich. "He used to work at Cooper Security, but I think he was from up this way to begin with."

Jack tamped down his impatience and kept his tone even. "So The Gates is a detective agency?"

"Yeah. Well, investigations and security, I guess. Maybe your friend Mara works there. You could probably ask that waitress and she could tell you where to find the place." Riley's gaze sharpened. "If that's really what you want to do."

"I need to give her the money. It's sitting in my bank, taunting me."

Hannah's lips twitched at his description, and he didn't really blame her for finding his description a bit melodramatic. When his sister-in-law had met him, not long after he'd left Amarillo, he was sober only a couple of months, and the call of the rodeo still roiled in his blood. She'd been in Wyoming on vacation, ended up in the middle of a serial murder investigation and had come close to losing her life.

But Riley had been there, watching her back. Keeping her safe.

Falling in love, after grieving for three long, lonely years.

Jack's sister Emily had been Riley's first love. His first wife. Her murder had come damn close to destroying both Riley and Jack, though in different ways.

Riley's response had been to close himself off to all but a few close friends. And to Jack. But Riley's growing obsession with solving Emily's murder had eaten away at Jack's soul. Solving the murder wasn't going to bring Emily back. And Emily had been all that was left of Jack's dysfunctional family.

So he'd gone to Texas, moved his base of operations to a little town just west of Amarillo. He'd buried himself in boots and spurs and rodeo groupies who longed to ride a cowboy a whole lot longer than eight seconds.

Then he'd met Mara Jennings, who was anything but a groupie. Fool that he was, he'd considered her a challenge he couldn't resist, when he should have run as far and as fast from a woman like her as he could.

The groupies knew the score. They weren't interested in forever with a cowboy. They just wanted the excitement for a few days out of the year when the rodeo came to town.

Mara Jennings had "forever" written in her pretty blue eyes and winsome smile, and he should have known he'd break her heart.

Hell, maybe he had known it.

He just hadn't cared at that point in his life.

"I've had some dealings with Quinn," Hannah said thoughtfully as she handed her slightly sticky son to Riley. "I could just casually drop by the agency to say hi, and if you just happened to be with me and your friend just happened to be there—"

"If you just happen to be matchmaking, Hannah, you can forget it. Mara Jennings is not the woman for me. She never was."

That had been the problem.

"Well, maybe you could tell Quinn about the money you owe her, then," Hannah said.

"I think I'll just fly under the radar, if you don't mind. But good idea about talking to the waitress." He slid from the booth and headed to the counter, where the waitress was wiping down the surface with a clean rag.

She looked up with a weary smile as Jack stopped in front of her. "Can I get you something else?"

"Actually I could use some directions. I have an old friend who works here in Purgatory at a place called The Gates—ever heard of it?"

"Sure, everybody has. Your friend one of the investigators?"

"Right." He searched his brain for the name Riley had mentioned. "Sutton Calhoun."

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Deception Lake 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
lrhubble More than 1 year ago
A Great Book Contemporary, Romantic Suspense Deception Lake, Tennessee Jack Drummond is a cowboy whose rodeo days have come and gone. Now it seems he is in for a different ride of a lifetime. A ride that has life hanging in the balance. He unexpectedly runs into an old flame, Mara Jennings. Which sets off a series of events that Jack never saw coming. One problem is that Mara isn’t anything like the woman Jack knew. She looks and sounds like Mara but is completely different now. The passions that are reignited between them aren’t enough to hide the fact that she is harboring a very big secret. She is also hiding out from an even bigger enemy. The truth may be the only way they will be able to stay alive. Then again the truth just might tear them apart permanently. This is a story that slowly builds at the beginning but once it catches some speed it doesn’t stop until the very end. It is part of a series but readers won’t have any problems following the story as it unfolds. This book has enough twists and turns to keep readers on their toes as it all comes out and reveals an ending that doesn’t disappoint in the least. While readers might guess some of the secrets there are enough others that will keep them turning the pages. It will also have them wanting to read the rest of the series to learn more about this particular world.
BooksAndSpoons More than 1 year ago
Secrets, threats, and danger mixed with a hint of a romance. Jack was just supposed to be on a fishing trip with his family. Until he runs into Mara, or a woman he thought was Mara. As the past indiscretions hunt Jack, he needs to make amends with Mara, and he goes after her. Just to witness an attempt to kidnap her. And from there, they are off to a wild run for their lives. The tension builds through the story. There are so many things that are uncertain, not least the fact, that MJ doesn't know how to, or who to, trust. So much information is unknown, so many players are unknown, it is hard to fight against something, when you are not sure what you are fighting against, and why. This uncertainty and confusion runs through the story, issues of trust, and the threat is constant. The run for their life is full of action and danger, without a moment's rest or peace. Some answers are forthcoming towards the end, but as the series continues from here, more clarity to the situation has to wait to be uncovered. The romance is more of a hint of one. Jack and MJ do have an attraction towards each other, but at times it feels more like MJ is playing games with him to get what she needs, or to hide from the truth, to get Jack's attention elsewhere. Slowly, as they get to know each other while on the run, the rare trust is building between them, and the feelings are deepening between them. I liked that in the end they are shown as a couple, even though the road to it was left to the imagination of a reader. The intense action, unraveling secrets, and layers of lies, even though a bit confusing at times, kept the interest through the story, that will be developed in the future books of The Gates series, yes, it ends in a sort of a cliffhanger ~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
4 stars This is book 4 of the Gates but is the first one I have read. It is a good suspense romance. Lots of drama, action, suspense and romance. Lots of violence and car chases. Did not know who to trust. I did figure out one of twists early on. Mara Jennings works for the Gates. Someone is after her. She does not know who to trust. She has a secret job to find a computer hacker. Only a few people know what she is doing. Jack Drummond can't believe he has found Mara. He needs to make amends to her from four years ago. Even though she does not want to even talk to him. Jack was a rodeo bull rider. He is determined to help Mara. This is a fast exciting read. It does have a couple love scenes. I want to go and read the first three books and look forward to reading the next book in the series. I was given this ebook to read from Net Galley and Harlequin. In return I agreed to give honest review of Deception Lake.