Two restless hearts will meet their matches in a Linda Lael Miller fan favorite and an unforgettable bonus story from Lee Tobin McClain.
Mixed Messages by Linda Lael Miller
Award-winning journalist Mark Holbrook doesn’t know if beautiful and spirited Carly Barnett has what it takes to be a reporter, but he can’t deny how drawn he is to her. Only, Carly is far better at uncovering the truth than Mark gives her credit for. Soon she’ll uncover the most dangerous truth of all—that she is his only need.
Low Country Hero by Lee Tobin McClain
Anna George will do anything to take care of her five-year-old twins, even accept a job offer from a rugged contractor. His gentle way with her girls makes her want to trust him, but she’s been wrong before... A family is the last thing Sean O’Dwyer wants right now. But as he and Anna spend their days bringing the cottages back to life and their nights sharing kisses in the warm bayou breezes, Sean must choose between the life he always wanted and the family he soon can’t live without.
Praise for the authors of
Forever and a Day
Linda Lael Miller
“Miller tugs at the heartstrings as few authors can.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Miller’s name is synonymous with the finest in Western romance.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget.”
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
“Miller is one of the finest American writers in the genre.”
—RT Book Reviews
Lee Tobin McClain
“Fans of Debbie Macomber will appreciate this start to a new series by McClain that blends sweet, small-town romance with such serious issues as domestic abuse.... Readers craving a feel-good romance with a bit of suspense will be satisfied.”
—Booklist on Low Country Hero
“[An] enthralling tale of learning to trust.... This enjoyable contemporary romance will appeal to readers looking for twinges of suspense before happily ever after.”
—Publishers Weekly on Low Country Hero
“Low Country Hero has everything I look for in a book—it’s emotional, tender, and an all-around wonderful story.”
—RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author
Also available from Linda Lael Miller and HQN Books
The Carsons of Mustang Creek
Once a Rancher
Always a Cowboy
Forever a Hero
A Snow Country Christmas
The Brides of Bliss County
Christmas in Mustang Creek
The Marriage Season
The Marriage Charm
The Marriage Pact
McKettricks of Texas
An Outlaw’s Christmas
A Lawman’s Christmas
McKettricks of Texas: Austin
McKettricks of Texas: Garrett
McKettricks of Texas: Tate
The Creed Cowboys
The Creed Legacy
Creed’s Honor
A Creed in Stone Creek
The Mojo Sheepshanks
Arizona Wild (previously published as Deadly Gamble)
Arizona Heat (previously published as Deadly Deceptions)
And from Lee Tobin McClain
Safe Haven
Low Country Hero
Low Country Dreams
And don’t miss Low Country Christmas, coming soon!
Linda Lael Miller
Lee Tobin McClain
Forever and a Day
Table of Contents
Mixed Messages by Linda Lael Miller
Low Country Hero by Lee Tobin McClain
Excerpt from Country Strong by Linda Lael Miller
Mixed Messages
Linda Lael Miller
Dear Reader,
I’m delighted to share this volume with a talented writer like Lee Tobin McClain.
Mixed Messages is an older romance of mine, first published in 1990. Taking another look at it today, I feel it’s still quite relevant in this age of celebrity obsession—maybe even more so—although it first appeared preinternet and pre–social media. The story features a renowned journalist (male), who’s interviewed royalty, presidents and movie stars, and an advice columnist with higher aspirations (female). Mark, who’d looked on Carly’s little advice column with scorn, soon learns that there’s more to her—and more to her writing—than he’d assumed. He also discovers that love is the great leveler...
I hope you’ll enjoy this return to what is now a distinctly earlier era. But remember, romance is forever!
With love,
Linda Lael Miller
For our Wild Irish Rose, with love
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ONE
HE WAS A LEGEND, and he was sitting right across the aisle from Carly Barnett. She wondered if she should speak to him, and immediately began rehearsing possible scenarios in her mind.
First, she’d sort of bend toward him, then she’d lightly touch his arm. Excuse me, she would say, but I’ve been following your career since high school and I just wanted to tell you how much I’ve enjoyed your work. It’s partly because of you that I decided to become a journalist.
Too sappy, she concluded.
She could always look with dismay at the dinner on her fold-down tray and utter, I beg your pardon, but would you happen to have any Grey Poupon?
That idea wasn’t exactly spectacular, either. Carly hoped she’d be more imaginative once she was working at her new job with Portland’s Oregonian Times.
Covertly she studied Mark Holbrook as he wrote furiously on a yellow legal pad with his left hand, while ignoring the food the flight attendant had served earlier. He was tall, and younger than Carly would have expected, considering all his accomplishments—he was probably around thirty-two or thirty-three. He had nice brown hair and could have used a shave. Once he glanced at her, revealing expressive brown eyes, but he didn’t seem to see Carly at all. He was thinking.
Carly was deflated. After all, she’d been in the limelight herself, though in a very different way from Mr. Holbrook, and men usually noticed her.
She cleared her throat, and instantly his choirboy eyes focused on her.
“Hello,” he said with a megawatt smile that made the pit of Carly’s stomach jiggle.
She, who was used to being asked things like what she would do if she could run the world for a day, came up with nothing more impressive than, “Hi. Don’t you like the food?”
His eyes danced as he lifted the hard roll from his tray and took a deliberate bite.
Carly blushed slightly and thought to herself, Why didn’t I just lean across the aisle and cut his meat for him?
He had the temerity to laugh at her expression, and that brought the focus of her blue-green eyes back to his face. He was extending his hand. “Mark Holbrook,” he said cordially.
Carly had been schooled in deportment all her life, and she couldn’t overlook an offered hand. She shook it politely, a little stiffly, and said, “Carly Barnett.”
He was squinting at her. “You look sort of familiar. Are yo
u an actress or something?”
Carly relaxed a bit. If she was going to recoil every time someone did something outrageous, she wouldn’t last long in the newspaper business. She gave him the smile that had stood her in such good stead during the pageant and afterward. “I was Miss United States four years ago.”
“That isn’t it,” Holbrook replied, dismissing the achievement so briskly that Carly was a little injured. “Have you been in a shaving-cream commercial or something?”
“I don’t shave, as a general rule,” Carly replied sweetly.
Holbrook chuckled, and it was a nice sound, masculine and easy. “So,” he said, “you’re a beauty queen.”
Carly’s smile faded, and she tossed her head in annoyance, making her chin-length blond curls bounce. “I’m a reporter,” she corrected him coolly. “Or at least I will be, as of Monday morning.”
He nodded. “On TV, of course.”
Carly heartily resented the inference that any job she might land would have to hinge on her looks. After all, she’d graduated from college with honors back in Kansas, and she’d even written a weekly column for her hometown newspaper. It wasn’t as though she didn’t have qualifications. “No,” she answered. “I’ve been hired by the Oregonian Times.”
Mr. Holbrook’s eyes were still dancing, even though his mouth had settled into a circumspect line. “I see. Well, that’s one of the best newspapers on the West Coast.”
“I know,” Carly informed him. “I understand it’s a rival to your paper.” The instant the words were out of her mouth, she regretted letting on that she knew who he was, but it was too late, so she just sat there, trying to look remote.
Holbrook’s grin flashed again. “You’re behind on your homework, Ms. Barnett,” he informed her. “I went to work for the Times two years ago.”
They’d be working together, if only for the same paper. While Carly was absorbing that discovery, the flight attendant came and collected their trays, and then they were separated by the beverage cart. When it rolled on by, Carly saw that Mr. Holbrook had an amber-colored drink in one hand.
She felt slightly superior with her tomato juice, but the sensation lasted only until she remembered that Holbrook had a Pulitzer to his credit, that he’d interviewed presidents and kings and some of the greatest movie stars who’d ever graced the silver screen. Because she held him in such high esteem, she was willing to allow for his arrogance.
He’d forgotten all about her, anyway. Now that his dinner tray was out of the way, he was writing on the yellow legal pad in earnest.
The plane began its descent into Portland soon after, and Carly obediently put her tray into the upright position and fastened her seat belt. She was nervous about flying in general and taking off and landing in particular, and she gripped the armrests so tightly that her knuckles ached. Even though she’d flown a lot, Carly had never gotten used to it, and she doubted that she ever would.
When the plane touched down and then bumped and jostled along the runway, moving at a furious pace, Carly closed her eyes tightly and awaited death.
“It’s going to be okay,” she heard a voice say, and she was startled into opening her eyes again.
Mark Holbrook was watching her with gentle amusement, and he reached across the aisle to grip her hand.
Carly felt foolish, and she forced a shaky smile. But she had to grimace when the engines of the big plane were thrust into Reverse and the sound of air rushing past the wings filled the cabin.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a staticky voice said over the sound system, “we’d like to welcome you to Portland, Oregon. There’s a light spring rain falling today, and the temperature is in the mid-forties. Thank you for choosing our airline, and we hope you’ll fly with us again soon. Please remain in your seats until we’ve come to a complete stop at the gate...”
Mark was obviously one of those people who never listened to such requests. He released Carly’s hand after giving it a squeeze, and stood to rummage through the overhead compartment for his carry-on luggage.
“Need a lift somewhere?” he asked, smiling down at Carly.
For a moment she almost regretted that her friend Janet would be waiting for her inside the terminal. She shook her head. “Thanks, but someone will be picking me up.”
He produced a business card from the pocket of his rumpled tweed coat and extended it. “Here,” he said with mischief in his eyes. “If you need any help learning the ropes, just call my extension.”
She beamed at him and replied in the same teasing tone of voice, “I think I’ll be able to master my job on my own, Mr. Holbrook.”
He chuckled and moved out of the plane with the rest of the mob, glancing back at Carly once to give her a brazen wink and another knee-dissolving grin.
Ten minutes later, when the crowd had thinned, Carly walked off the plane carrying her beauty case and purse. Her best friend from college, Janet McClain, was waiting eagerly at the gate, as promised.
“I thought you’d missed your flight,” Janet fussed as she and Carly hugged. Janet was an attractive brunette with dark eyes, and she’d been working in Portland as a buyer for a major department store ever since graduating from college. She’d been the one to suggest that Carly leave home once and for all and make a life for herself on the coast.
“I didn’t want to be in the crush,” Carly answered. “Is my apartment ready?”
Janet shook her head. “The paint’s still wet, but don’t worry about it. You can spend a few days at my place—you need to wait for your furniture to arrive anyway.”
Carly nodded. In the distance she caught a glimpse of the back of Mark Holbrook’s head. She wished she could see if he was walking with anyone, but even at her height of five feet seven inches the effort was fruitless.
“Who are you staring at?” Janet demanded, sensing drama. “Did you meet somebody on the plane?”
“Sort of,” Carly admitted. “I was sitting across the aisle from Mark Holbrook.”
Janet looked suitably impressed. “The journalist? What was he doing in coach?”
Carly laughed. “Slumming, I guess.”
Janet’s cheeks turned pink. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her raincoat. “Did you actually talk to him?”
“Oh, yes,” Carly answered. “He condescended to say a few words.”
“Did he ask you out?”
Carly sighed. She wished he had and, at the same time, was glad he hadn’t. But she wasn’t prepared to admit to such confusion—reporters were supposed to be decisive, with clear-cut opinions on everything. “He gave me his card.”
After that, Janet let the subject drop even though, these days, judging by her emails and phone calls, she was fixated on the man-woman relationship. She’d developed a penchant to get married and have a child.
They picked up Carly’s luggage and had a porter carry it to Janet’s car, which was in a far corner of the parking lot. The May sky glowered overhead.
“Well, Monday’s the big day,” Janet remarked when they had put Carly’s bags in the trunk and Janet’s stylish car was jetting sleekly into heavy afternoon traffic. “Are you excited?”
Carly nodded, but she couldn’t help thinking of home. It was later there; her dad would be leaving his filling station for the day and going home. Since his daughter wasn’t there to look after him, he’d probably buy fast food for supper and drive his cholesterol count sky high.
“You’re pretty quiet,” Janet observed. “Having second thoughts?”
Carly shook her head resolutely. She’d dreamed of working on a big-city newspaper all her life, and she had no real regrets. “I was just thinking of my dad. With me gone, there’s nobody there to take care of him.”
“Good grief, Carly,” Janet immediately retorted, “you make him sound ancient. How old is he—forty-five?”
Carly sighed. “Fifty. And he doesn’t eat right.”
Janet tossed her an impish grin. “With his old-maid daughter out of the way, your dad will probably fall madly in love with some sexy widow or divorcée and have a wild affair. Or maybe he’ll get married again and father a passel of kids.”
Carly grinned and shook her head, but as she looked out at the rain-misted Oregon terrain, her expression turned wistful. Here was her chance to live out her dreams and really be somebody besides a beauty queen.
She hoped she had what it took to succeed in the real world.
* * *
CARLY’S NEW APARTMENT was in Janet’s building, and it was a simple one-bedroom unit painted white throughout. Since the walls were still wet, it smelled of chemical fumes.
The carpets, freshly cleaned, were a toasty beige color, and there was a fireplace, fronted with fake white marble, in the living room. Carly looked forward to reading beside a flickering fire in her favorite chenille bathrobe.
“What do you think?” Janet asked, spreading her arms as though she’d conjured the whole place, like a modern-day Merlin.
Carly smiled, wishing the paint were dry and her furniture had arrived. It would have been nice to settle in and start getting used to her new home. “It’s great. Thanks for taking the time to find it for me, Janet.”
“It wasn’t any big deal, considering that I live in this building. Come on, we’ll change our clothes, get some supper out and take in a movie.”
“You’re sure you don’t have a date?” Carly asked, following her friend out of the apartment. They had already taken the suitcases to Janet’s place.
“He’ll keep,” Janet answered with a mysterious smile.
Carly thought of Reggie, her erstwhile fiancé, and wondered what he was doing at that very moment. Making rounds at the hospital, probably. Or swimming at the country club. She seriously doubted that he missed her; his career was the real priority in his life. “Are you in love?”
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