In this thrilling The Coltons of Shadow Creek tale, a millionaire confronts his past to save his child...
When his wife, Tess, died, tech mogul Jeremy Kincaid’s perfect world broke apart. Their young son is the light of his life, but Jeremy can’t shake suspicions that her death was no accident. Did presumed-dead Livia Colton orchestrate Tess’s car accident? Jeremy risks everything by enlisting beautiful PI Adeline Winters to uncover the truth.
Adeline once served as Tess and Jeremy’s egg donor and surrogate. Giving up her baby was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do, yet she can’t turn down Jeremy’s plea for help now. But Adeline and Jeremy must push aside their slow-burning attraction when kidnappers place the ultimate bargaining chip on the table: their son.
“I’ve always been so grateful to you.”
He met her eyes, trying to convey his sincerity. “You have no idea what he means to me. I love him so much. It’s...indescribable, the intensity of that love.”
“I think I do have an idea,” Adeline said. “I felt it the moment I held him for the first time.”
Their gazes locked in that moment. Jeremy felt a bond cement between them, one only a mother and a father could have. He let the feeling take him without concern over consequences.
He leaned toward her, turning his head to bring his lips to hers. The first featherlight touch seared him with sensation. When she put her hand on his face, he deepened the kiss.
An instant later, she answered his passion. He leaned more, pressing her down onto the oversize sofa. She bent one knee and his hardening erection found itself against her groin. The shock of sensation pushed him to the brink of no control.
Jeremy went still. If they took this any further...
* * *
The Coltons of Shadow Creek:
Only family can keep you safe...
* * *
If you’re on Twitter, tell us what you think of Harlequin Romantic Suspense! #harlequinromsuspense
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the latest book in The Coltons of Shadow Creek series, where Livia Colton lives on—even though she is believed dead. Enter the tantalizing world of scandal and love in Mission: Colton Justice.
The most appealing aspect of this story for me was the hero’s entrepreneurial spirit and his penchant for honor and, yes, justice. The heroine is his perfect counterpart, with equal zest for success and a deep desire to belong to her very own family. May you be drawn in from page one and enjoy the rest of the series!
Sincerely,
Jennifer
MISSION:
COLTON JUSTICE
Jennifer Morey
Two-time RITA® Award nominee and Golden Quill award-winner Jennifer Morey writes single-title contemporary romance and page-turning romantic suspense. She has a geology degree and has managed export programs in compliance with the International Traffic in Arms Regulations (ITAR) for the aerospace industry. She lives at the foot of the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado, and loves to hear from readers through her website, jennifermorey.com, or Facebook.
Books by Jennifer Morey
Harlequin
Romantic Suspense
The Coltons of Shadow Creek
Mission: Colton Justice
Cold Case Detectives
A Wanted Man
Justice Hunter
Cold Case Recruit
Taming Deputy Harlow
Runaway Heiress
The Coltons of Texas
A Baby for Agent Colton
Ivy Avengers
Front Page Affair
Armed and Famous
One Secret Night
The Eligible Suspect
All McQueen’s Men
The Secret Soldier
Heiress Under Fire
Unmasking the Mercenary
Special Ops Affair
Seducing the Accomplice
Seducing the Colonel’s Daughter
Visit Jennifer’s Author Profile page at Harlequin.com, or jennifermorey.com, for more titles.
Get rewarded every time you buy a Harlequin ebook!
Click here to Join Harlequin My Rewards
http://www.harlequin.com/myrewards.html?mt=loyalty&cmpid=EBOOBPBPA201602010002
For Allie, my adorable, loyal and loving
Australian shepherd,
who is always by my side.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Excerpt from The Agent’s Covert Affair by Karen Anders
Chapter 1
The vision that walked toward his open office door differed mightily from the broke college student he’d last seen a few years ago. Jeremy Kincaid forgot all about the exciting new investment opportunity in a high-tech night vision equipment start-up. Adeline Winters seemed to float with each smooth, graceful stride. She could just as easily be on a catwalk as in his reception area.
Her endlessly long legs made the light gray trousers wave as she moved. The open lapels of her knee-length black trench coat offered glimpses of slender hips beneath the fitted hem of a gray button-up vest. Modest cleavage peeked out from above a soft, silky yellow shirt, very business-like. Thick, shoulder-length blond hair fanned out. He drank in the sight of her. By the time she stopped at his office door, her porcelain skin and naturally pink lips arrested him next, and then her keen, light blue eyes snapped him out of his trance.
He stood, feeling as though he might have to control his drool. Clearing his throat, he got a hold of himself and stepped away from his chair. Did she have the same reaction to seeing him again? She held a leather padfolio in one arm. Her gaze took in his form as he came around the desk, but he couldn’t be sure the same electric sexual awareness afflicted her.
“Ms. Winters. Thank you for coming.” He shook her soft hand.
“Adeline. Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Kincaid.”
“Jeremy.” He smiled as he looked down at her attire. “College seems to have agreed with you.”
A slight answering smile curved her perfect lips. “My business is growing. Maybe after this meeting, it will grow even more.”
She’d turned her criminal justice degree into her own private investigation agency. When he’d learned that, the wheels in his head had started spinning. Not only did he admire anyone with the know-how and courage to blaze their own path—he’d built his own business on the same steam—he could use her expertise.
Putting the padfolio down on one of two plush brown leather chairs facing his big, cherrywood desk, she removed her coat and draped it over the arm. She had a gun holster and an ammo pouch fastened to her belt. While he wondered about that, she looked up at his thirty-six-by-forty-eight black-and-white picture of the moon, half in sunlight and half in shadow.
“That was taken by an imaging satellite,” he explained. “The founder of a start-up I invested in sent it to me.”
She looked over the rest of his office. A whiteboard covered one wall and pictures of ranch land accented a conference table. A credenza took u
p the space behind his desk.
After taking those in, she returned her attention to him. “You like ranching and stargazing?”
“Ranching is in the family. Not me. I’m a businessman.” He looked over the photos. “I like investing in technological concepts, seeing entrepreneurs take an idea and turn it into a success. I built my first company from nothing and started investing after I sold it.”
“To the moon and back.” She smiled wider than before. “I knew you invested but I didn’t know you sold your first company. Tess never mentioned that.” She wandered to the whiteboard where he kept a list of tasks and an unclassified flowchart of a new night vision scope for a military rifle.
“I didn’t have much money. I had my engineering degree and a partner with an innovative idea to make a garage door opener that could read license plates. Kind of like electronic toll optics.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I know some people who have one of those.” She turned to face him. “Fascinating.”
“My partner bought my share of the company. That’s what I used to build this.” He opened his arms.
She met his eyes with softening warmth. He hadn’t known her long before his wife had died. He and Tess had chosen her from a donor pool.
He suspected she was thinking of that time along similar lines, perhaps how she didn’t really know him, either.
Tess had been so excited with the prospect of having a baby. He had been thrilled to make her that happy. The sting of loss caught him as it often did. He still could not let her go.
Lingering too long on the sparkle in her glowing eyes, he gestured to the chairs. “Please, have a seat.”
He stepped back and then around to his chair behind the desk. She adjusted herself until she found a comfortable position, crossing her sexy legs and leaning back to patiently await his purpose in inviting her to his office.
“Is there a reason you’re armed?” he asked. The college student he once knew wouldn’t have packed heat.
“Only when I work cases that make me nervous.”
“Hopefully that doesn’t mean me.” He kept his tone light. If she had any idea why he’d asked her to meet, she’d have a good reason to be armed.
A brief breath left her, seeming to stem partly from a response to his lightness and partly from patient tolerance. “No. A mother hired me to track down a drug dealer her son has gotten mixed up with.”
“Ah.” He leaned back with his fingers to his jaw. “You do target practice?”
“I wouldn’t have a gun if I didn’t. I assure you, I’m legal and qualified.”
“I wasn’t questioning your experience as an investigator.” He knew nothing about her experience. Her website had glowing reviews from clients, and everything about her presented professionalism. He’d take a chance on her, which was better than he’d get from the local sheriff’s department. Other than Knox Colton, he didn’t trust anyone.
“Why did you ask me here, Mr. Kincaid?”
“Jeremy. I want to talk to you about Tess.”
Adeline’s gaze faltered with the mention of Tess, making him wonder if that part of her past bothered her, being an egg donor and surrogate to fund her college tuition, giving up her baby.
“It’s hard to believe it’s been two years,” she said.
“Yes. The first year was pretty hard on me and Jamie.” He’d spent the next year trying to get deputies to look into the car accident that had killed her. That had proved futile.
Her eyes lifted and he saw the hungry need for more information about the boy. Jeremy couldn’t deny her link to him, and Jamie had influenced his decision to call her.
“He’s doing much better now. He misses his mother, but he’s adjusting,” Jeremy said.
Adeline only met his eyes, seeming to be caught in ponderous thought.
“He looks like you.” Jeremy didn’t know why he’d said that. After Jamie had been born he’d focused on thinking of him as his and Tess’s baby. But it had been difficult not to make the comparison. “He’s got blond hair and blue eyes.” He breathed a laugh and pointed to his dark, short cropped hair and brown eyes. Tess had dark hair and gray eyes.
Adeline made no comment and lowered her gaze. Talking about Jamie must make her uncomfortable.
He used to tell himself that Jamie’s bright blue eyes resembled Tess’s. Jamie had a lot of his own features, but the blond hair and blue eyes were always Adeline’s. He’d often felt he had to convince himself that Jamie was his and Tess’s and not his and Adeline’s.
“Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t have been so impulsive,” Adeline said at last. “Being an egg donor and surrogate for Tess.” She shook her head. “I wanted and needed to finish college, but...wow.”
Jeremy wasn’t sure what she meant by “wow.” “You regret it?” She’d given him and Tess a priceless gift. Why would she be anything but proud?
“No, not regret. I know how much Tess wanted a baby. I saw that when I met her. And the money did get me through college. It was worth it just for those two things.”
He heard the but she didn’t say. Giving up a baby would be hard but she’d gotten past that...hadn’t she?
Tess had lost her ability to have children due to polyps in her uterus. When she had found out, she had been devastated.
Catapulted back in time, he remembered certain key things about the in vitro fertilization process. Using his sperm and Adeline’s egg and implanting the fertilized embryo into Adeline, her growing stomach through the pregnancy, and then giving birth to Jamie—to all accounts, his son with Tess. He’d tried to experience it all with Tess, but there had been moments when he felt connected to Adeline in an intimate way only a man and woman who produced a life could understand. That’s why he’d kept his distance from Adeline as much as possible. Adeline had spent most of her time with Tess when visiting them during her pregnancy. Thankfully he’d had work to fall back on.
“Why don’t we talk about the reason you asked me here?” Adeline said.
“Of course.” They’d ventured a little too far into the past. He sat forward and placed his hands on the desk. “There is no easing into what I have to say. So I’ll just say it.” He watched anticipation brighten her eyes. “I think Tess was murdered.”
Adeline’s head moved back in unexpected surprise. “Murdered? She drove into a pole.”
She hadn’t injected herself into his and Tess’s lives after giving birth, but she had attended the funeral. She had also done her research before meeting him. He liked that. “Yes, and her blood alcohol level was high. But a few months ago I spoke with a local who said he saw Tess having lunch with a man the day of her accident. She left upset over whatever the two discussed. Her death always bothered me but I didn’t start thinking there might be more going on than a simple accident until then. What if she had relations with people I didn’t know about? Why did she meet this stranger and what made her upset? It’s too much of a coincidence that she died the same day.”
“Who is the man?”
“The local didn’t know. I tried to get the sheriff’s office to look into it but they haven’t. I get a brush-off every time I go there.” Renowned local criminal Livia Colton had her tentacles buried deep into the department in Shadow Creek, Texas. Jeremy knew her through his ties with other Coltons. He wouldn’t put it past Livia having something to do with the lackadaisical mindset of the sheriff’s department.
“I don’t see how Tess’s lunch could have anything to do with her accident. She may have been upset and that may have contributed, but...murder?”
Adeline clearly thought he was taking a leap. Jeremy expected her to be analytical.
“Even in prison Livia still had contact with a few of her followers. Someone I know heard one of them talking at a cocktail party, saying how she’d love to see Tess suffer somehow. ‘Like some kind
of terrible accident, something to mess up her perfect, fortuitous life so she can see how the rest of the world lives,’ she said. Livia did not like Tess. She hated her youth and goodness.”
“Why do you think she had motive to kill? And from prison? Tess was young and beautiful and she married you. Maybe Livia was just jealous.”
Jealousy was enough. She didn’t know Livia well enough if she didn’t agree. “I know there has to be more and I don’t have much to go on right now, but Livia is capable of paying lackeys to do her dirty work. She could have paid someone in the sheriff’s department to cover it up. She’s a sociopath. Matthew Colton was her brother, remember, and a serial killer. Even he feared her. She worked in the highest ranks of an organized crime group, trafficked drugs—and people. She’s been convicted of murder before, so why not do it again if it made her feel better or gave her some kind of gain?”
“I agree she’s capable, I just need more of a motive.”
“I agree with that, too. That’s why I called you. I want you to find out, either way. Was Tess murdered and if so, did Livia do it? Tess’s accident report said her car swerved off the road and there were no skid marks before she hit the pole.”
“She was drunk.”
“Something Livia would capitalize on.”
Adeline seemed to ponder that awhile. “Who is she to you?”
“Livia? Wrecker of my friends’ lives.” He knew several of the Colton clan. “Destroyer of a community I love. And someone who I know for a fact hated my wife—for whatever reason.”
“You talk as though you know she’s still alive.”
“I believe she is.”
Again, she fell quiet and considered him. “Livia is dead, Jeremy.”
“Livia has escaped capture before. She was on the run for months until she was found hiding in her La Bonne Vie estate. Her kids all thought she would finally go back to jail when the vehicle crashed and went into the river. Her body was never recovered.”
“The SUV was swept downstream during a heavy storm. She’s probably buried in mud somewhere.”
Mission--Colton Justice Page 1