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LINDA LAEL MILLER
It doesnt get better than this.
Romantic Times BOOK reviews on Deadly Gamble
The Last Chance Caf delivers powerful romance flavored with deep emotional resonance.
Romantic Times BOOK reviews
Linda Lael Miller provides a terrific western romance.
The Best Reviews on McKettricks Choice
Millers intimate knowledge of the wild west sweeps you into a story as realistic as it is romantic. She paints a brilliant portrait of the good, the bad and the ugly, the lost and the lonely, and the power of love to bring light into the darkest of souls. This is western romance at its finest.
Romantic Times BOOK reviews on The Man From Stone Creek
grew up in rural Washington as the daughter of a town marshal. The self-confessed barn goddess was inspired to pursue a career as an author after an elementary school teacher said the stories she was writing might be good enough to be published. Linda broke in to publishing in the early 1980s. She is now a New York Times bestselling author of more than sixty contemporary, romantic-suspense and historical novels, including McKettricks Choice, The Man from Stone Creek and Deadly Gamble. When not writing, Linda enjoys riding her horses and playing with her cats and dogs. Through her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women, she provides grants to women who seek to improve their lot in life through education.
For more information about Linda, her scholarships and her novels, visit her Web site, www.lindalaelmiller.com.
For Darlene Layman, the best darn secretary ever,
and her very nice husband, Lloyd.
E lisabeth McCartneys flagging spirits lifted a little as she turned past the battered rural mailbox and saw the house again.
The white Victorian structure stood at the end of a long gravel driveway, flanked by apple trees in riotous pink-white blossom. A veranda stretched around the front and along one side, and wild rose bushes, budding scarlet and yellow, clambered up a trellis on the western wall.
Stopping her small station wagon in front of the garage, Elisabeth sighed and let her tired aquamarine eyes wander over the porch, with its sagging floor and peeling paint. Less than two years before, Aunt Verity would have been standing on the step, waiting with smiles and hugs. And Elisabeths favorite cousin, Rue, would have vaulted over the porch railing to greet her.
Elisabeths eyes brimmed with involuntary tears. Aunt Verity was dead now, and Rue was God only knew where, probably risking life and limb for some red-hot news story. The divorce from Ian, final for just a month, was a trauma Elisabeth was going to have to get through on her own.
With a sniffle, she squared her shoulders and drew a deep breath to bolster her courage. She reached for her purse and got out of the car, pulling her suitcase after her. Elisabeth had gladly let Ian keep their ultramodern plastic-and-smoked-glass furniture. Her books, tapes and other personal belongings would be delivered later by a moving company.
She slung her purse strap over her shoulder and proceeded toward the porch, the high grass brushing against the knees of her white jeans as she passed. At the door, with its inset of colorful stained glass, Elisabeth put down the suitcase and fumbled through her purse for the set of keys the real-estate agent had given her when she stopped in Pine River.
The lock was old and recalcitrant, but it turned, and Elisabeth opened the door and walked into the familiar entryway, lugging her suitcase with her.
There were those who believed this house was hauntedit had been the stuff of legend in and around Pine River for a hundred yearsbut for Elisabeth, it was a friendly place. It had been her haven since the summer she was fifteen, when her mother had died suddenly and her grieving, overwhelmed father had sent her here to stay with his somewhat eccentric widowed sister-in-law, Verity.
Inside, she leaned back against the sturdy door, remembering. Rues wealthy parents had been divorced that same year, and Elisabeths cousin had joined the fold. Verity Claridge, who told fabulous stories of ghosts and magic and people traveling back and forth between one century and another, had taken both girls in and simply loved them.
Elisabeth bit her lower lip and hoisted her slender frame away from the door. It was too much to hope, she thought with a beleaguered smile, that Aunt Verity might still be wandering these spacious rooms.
With a sigh, she hung her shoulder bag over the newel post at the base of the stairway and hoisted the suitcase. At the top of the stairs were three bedrooms, all on the right-hand side of the hallway. Elisabeth paused, looking curiously at the single door on the left-hand side and touched the doorknob.
Beyond that panel of wood was a ten-foot drop to the sun-porch roof. The sealed door had always fascinated both her and Rue, perhaps because Verity had told them such convincing stories about the world that lay on the other side of it.
Elisabeth smiled and shook her head, making her chin-length blond curls bounce around her face. You may be gone, Auntie, she said softly, but your fanciful influence lives on.
With that, Elisabeth opened the door on the opposite side of the hallway and stepped into the master suite that had always been Veritys. Although the rest of the house was badly in need of cleaning, the real-estate agent had sent a cleaning crew over in anticipation of Elisabeths arrival to prepare the kitchen and one bedroom.
The big four-poster had been uncovered and polished, made up with the familiar crocheted ecru spread and pillow shams, and the scent of lemon furniture polish filled the air. Elisabeth laid the suitcase on the blue-velvet upholstered bench at the foot of the bed and tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she looked around the room.
The giant mahogany armoire stood between two floor-to-ceiling windows covered by billowing curtains of Nottingham lace, waiting to receive the few clothes Elisabeth had brought with her. A pair of Queen Anne chairs, upholstered in rich blue velvet, sat facing the little brick fireplace, and a chaise longue covered in cream-colored brocade graced the opposite wall. There was also a deskVerity had called it a secretaryand a vanity table with a seat needle-pointed with pale roses.
Pushing her tousled tresses back from her face with both hands, Elisabeth went to the vanity and perched on the bench. A lump filled her throat as she recalled sitting here while Verity styled her hair for a summer dance.
With a hand that trembled slightly, Elisabeth opened the ivory-inlaid jewel box. Veritys favorite antique necklace, given to her by a friend, lay within.
Elisabeth frowned. Odd, she reflected. Shed thought Rue had taken the delicate filigree necklace, since she was the one who loved jewelry. Veritys modest estatethe house, furnishings, a few bangles and a small trust fundhad been left to Elisabeth and Rue in equal shares, and then the cousins had made divisions of their own.
Carefully, Elisabeth opened the catch and draped the necklace around her neck. She smiled sadly, recalling Veritys assertions that the pendant possessed some magical power.
Just then, the telephone rang, startling her even though the agent at the real-estate office had told her service had been connected and had given her the new number.
Hello? she said into the receiver of the French phone sitting on the vanity table.
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