Peek-A-Boo Protector. Rita Herron
Читать онлайн.| Название | Peek-A-Boo Protector |
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| Автор произведения | Rita Herron |
| Жанр | Ужасы и Мистика |
| Серия | Mills & Boon Intrigue |
| Издательство | Ужасы и Мистика |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781472057556 |
Peek-a-Boo Protector
Rita Herron
MILLS & BOON
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Award-winning author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former nursery teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for romance and writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers, so please write to her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA, or visit her website at www.ritaherron.com.
To Allison & Denise – two great editors who sparked this idea!
Leaving her baby was the hardest thing Honey Dawson had ever done.
But someone was trying to kill her, and she had to run. Had to in order to keep her babies safe.
She swiped at the tears trickling down her face and gulped back a sob. Beside her, her baby girl cooed up at her so innocently that her heart wrenched.
“I’m not a deserter, Emmie,” she said earnestly as her baby boy’s face taunted her. “I’ll go back and get your brother and we’ll all be together again one day.”
She wouldn’t be like her own mother who’d left her on the doorstep of the local orphanage with nothing but a diaper and an empty locket. She hadn’t even put a picture inside. Hadn’t even given her a name.
The caretakers had called her Honey because of her golden hair, and Dawson for the county she was left in. It was downright pitiful.
The reason she’d taken such good care to choose special names for her twins. “When I get us out of this mess, we’ll be a family, I promise.” Another sob escaped her. “I may have messed up but I swear on my mama’s necklace—” she stroked the pendant she always wore, one that now held her twins’ pictures “—I swear that I’ll be a good mama.”
Butterville, the small town where she’d grown up, loomed ahead with its welcoming arms, and she crossed the county line and veered the car toward Samantha Corley’s house. Sam was the only real friend Honey had ever known.
Men adored Honey, but girls didn’t take much to her.
Of course, lately she’d pissed off both sexes. Now one of them wanted her dead.
Trouble was, she wasn’t even sure who…
No, she wasn’t going to die. She had babies to live for now, and Honey would not let anyone stop her from raising them. Sam would help. Sam always knew what to do.
Her foster sister lived on the side of the mountain in a little cabin that had been there for decades. So like Sam to still be here. She probably hadn’t changed a stick of furniture or her hairstyle, for that matter.
Honey hadn’t been able to get away fast enough. She’d wanted to follow her dreams. Now the town felt like she was coming home, and her only dream was to take care of the twins.
Honey checked over her shoulder for the umpteenth time, but she didn’t spot anyone following her. Thank God. She’d finally lost the son of a bitch who’d followed her across the country.
She