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The Missing Mccullen
Rita Herron
A loner seeks redemption…a single mother seeks the truth Defense attorney BJ Alexander is crafty, brilliant, and deeply scarred by the loss of her husband and child. Hired by the McCullen family, who believe Cash Koker to be their lost brother, BJ commits to the case—and vows not to become entangled with her devastatingly handsome client. Unfortunately, Cash is no stranger to hardship, and their mutual attraction is overwhelming. But nothing can prepare him when charges are mistakenly brought against him. Cash insists he's being framed, and it's up to BJ to find the truth. Because not only is Cash's life at stake, but so is that of a missing little boy…
A loner seeks redemption…a single mother seeks the truth
Defense attorney BJ Alexander is crafty, brilliant, and deeply scarred by the loss of her husband and child. Hired by the McCullen family, who believe Cash Koker to be their lost brother, BJ commits to the case—and vows not to become entangled with her devastatingly handsome client. Unfortunately, Cash is no stranger to hardship, and their mutual attraction is overwhelming. But nothing can prepare him when charges are mistakenly brought against him. Cash insists he’s being framed, and it’s up to BJ to find the truth. Because not only is Cash’s life at stake, but so is that of a missing little boy…
The Heroes of Horseshoe Creek
She’d vowed never to get involved with a client. Not to trust any man.
Except…how could she resist this sexy, strong man who would give his life for a little boy?
“How about you?” she asked softly.
Cash’s eyes darkened with pain, then flickered with something akin to desire. “I’ll be all right when we find Tyler.”
An image of her own son, pale and lifeless, taunted her. BJ looked down, battling tears. “Me, too. I just hope and pray…” She let the sentence trail off, unable to voice her worst fears out loud.
“Hey,” Cash murmured. “Don’t give up. I’m not.”
He was talking about Tyler. And she hadn’t given up on finding him.
But there was no bringing back her son. It was too late.
The grief she’d lived with since she’d lost him welled up and threatened to bring her to her knees again.
She looked up into Cash’s eyes and was moved by his tenderness. Desperate for his touch, for comfort, she pressed her hand over his chest. His heart pounded, strong and alive, beneath her palm.
She leaned into him, and he brushed her hair from her cheek. “BJ?”
“Shh, just hold me for a minute.”
He made a low sound in his throat as if he was struggling not to touch her. Then his eyes darkened, and he pulled her up against him.
The Missing McCullen
Rita Herron
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
USA TODAY bestselling 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 kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgia with her family. She loves to hear from readers, so please visit her website, ritaherron.com (http://ritaherron.com/).
Contents
Cover (#u2d20e5cc-11f5-58d0-87a9-79e2c388312a)
Back Cover Text (#ud987bde1-8626-5f24-a171-965b35b1a467)
Introduction (#u0ef32c9d-3aa9-5ccd-a969-a276ba389c14)
Title Page (#u31d1e175-8a00-59f2-9263-576c6b16970c)
About the Author (#ud7b150fc-2014-5e8e-bc49-82f5a6387a3a)
Prologue (#ulink_d6814b63-aec3-5fbd-9f97-6fbe5be99d6b)
Chapter One (#ulink_a9186a40-b40a-59c4-938b-334f3ffc7fda)
Chapter Two (#ulink_848f66b3-f203-57c7-ba0d-06de3d4b2650)
Chapter Three (#ulink_d9ba30bd-34a5-53c7-aa65-ac89477db5c5)
Chapter Four (#ulink_3893c30b-9f53-5893-84ab-ac155ab994cb)
Chapter Five (#ulink_38d5be8d-a3c0-57a9-a373-942b25845a1f)
Chapter Six (#ulink_a096fdfd-7f34-5e00-a829-a70dbab43e94)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
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Prologue (#ulink_cb1e096d-9767-53ef-aaa2-adf0938bcdb1)
Ray McCullen faced his brothers, Maddox and Brett, with a knot in his stomach. For months they’d been searching for twin brothers who’d been kidnapped from their parents at birth.
They would be thirty this month.
He had good news and bad news. “I found one of the twins.”
Maddox balled his hands into fists. “You don’t sound happy about it.”
“Where is he?” Brett asked.
“The babies were left at a church about an hour from Pistol Whip. Apparently, one of them was adopted, but the other was sickly and wound up being placed in foster care. A nurse took him in for a while, and named him Cash Koker.”
“Where is he now?” Maddox asked.
Ray turned to the whiteboard where they’d listed clues regarding the boys’ whereabouts. He tacked a photo on the board.
“I used age progression software and a special program I have to locate doppelgangers. This is him.”
Maddox studied the photo. “He looks like a McCullen. Same stubborn jaw. Dark hair.”
“He’s got your high forehead and dark eyes, Maddox,” Brett said.
Maddox cleared his throat. “The DNA matched?”
Ray nodded. “Yeah, his was in the system, but I still want another test done for verification.”
“I agree,” Maddox said.
“Does he know about us?” Brett asked.
“I don’t think so.”
Maddox crossed his arms. “You said his DNA was in the system. Does that mean what I think it means?”
Ray gave a quick nod. “He has a record. Got into some trouble as a juvenile, then a couple of bar brawls in his twenties.”
“Hell, so did I. Is that it?” Brett asked.
Ray grunted. “Afraid not.” He tacked another photo on the board. This picture was a mug shot. “Our long-lost brother has just been arrested for murder.”
Chapter One (#ulink_ad840c3e-1a4d-5d71-ae49-f506e5bdfad7)
“I didn’t kill anyone.” Cash Koker flexed his hands on the scarred wooden table of the interrogation room, barely resisting the urge to punch Sheriff Jim Jasper in the jaw.
He’d answered these damn questions a dozen times already, but for some reason, the bastard thought he could browbeat Cash into admitting to murder.
There was no way in hell he’d confess to a crime he hadn’t committed.
The bloodstains beneath his fingernails mocked him. Blood that belonged to Sondra, the woman he allegedly had killed.
“Just look at her picture,” Sheriff Jasper said. “She was young and beautiful, but you took her life away from her.”
Cash swallowed hard as he glanced at the image. Sondra was twenty-two, with pale skin and blond hair that fell to her shoulders.
That hair was tangled and bloody in the photograph. Her throat had been cut, her eyes wide in shock and horror. Blood soaked her thin white blouse, and her hands, which she’d obviously used to fight her attacker.
“I didn’t kill her,” Cash said again. “I cared about Sondra. We were friends.”
“Friends?” Sheriff Jasper crossed his beefy arms and leaned back in his chair. Although he was only a few years older than Cash, the cocky man thought he owned the town. He also got around. Apparently women thought he was attractive.
Cash didn’t like anything about him.
“Sondra’s daddy said there was a lot more to it than friendship,” Jasper said snidely.
Cash chewed the inside of his cheek. Mr. Elmore was a paranoid, pompous, demanding jerk who was rich as sin but barely paid his ranch hands minimum wage. He couldn’t keep help because he was cheap and damn difficult to work for.
“In fact, Elmore claims that you knocked up his daughter, and that you denied paternity. He says you slit Sondra’s throat to keep her from filing for child support.”
Cash thumped his boot on the floor. “He’s wrong. I’m not the little boy’s father. You know as well as I do that a DNA test can prove it.” Although, he had grown attached to the spunky three-year-old.
“Then who is the father?”
Cash sighed. “I don’t know. Sondra never told me.”
Jasper grabbed him by his shirt collar and practically yanked Cash across the table. “Listen to me, you good-for-nothing piece of trash. Lester Elmore is a respected rancher around here. He doesn’t lie.” He shoved another picture in front of Cash’s face. “Neither does the evidence. We’ve got Sondra’s blood under your nails, and a video cam clip from last night showing you entering the motel where she died.”
Cash shifted, his mind racing for answers. The last thing he remembered was meeting her at the bar, because she’d been upset. He’d had a drink and they’d walked outside.
The rest of the night was a damn blank.
Hours later, he’d woken up in a motel room beside Sondra’s dead body. He’d been in shock, panicked, and had called an ambulance. He’d also called Sondra’s father.
