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Chapter One
Twenty-four hours ago
Aaron Doherty caressed the worn, full-page picture he'd cut from a magazine article more than a year ago.
Joanna.
His love was beautiful: blonde hair woven with gold, large, round chocolate eyes, and two deep dimples that he suspected revealed themselves even when she wasn't smiling. He couldn't wait to touch her, her smooth, fair skin, skim his fingers over her red lips, kiss her.
Joanna's beauty was just part of her attraction. She was the only woman in the world who truly understood him. And when they finally met in the flesh for the first time, she'd know instantly that Aaron was her true love.
Just like he knew when he first saw her picture two years ago. When he read her books. When he learned everything about her.
When he killed for her.
They were soul mates. Every word she wrote, she crafted for him. Every story she told, she told just for him. Like in Act Naturally.
He pulled the battered book from his backpack. He'd stolen it from a library last week, shortly after the quake and their escape. It had physically pained him to leave all his Joanna Sutton books behind in his cell, but he didn't have a choice. The earthquake had hit when his cell block inmates were on the exercise yard at San Quentin State Prison. He'd been standing alone thinking (of course) about Joanna. Doug Chapman was only a couple of feet away sneaking a smoke--much easier when it was so cold you could see your breath--and then the ground shook. Aaron had lived in California for years, but never realized how loud earthquakes were when you were at the epicenter. He and Doug saw the breech in the wall and they went over it as soon as they could move. No looking back, no stopping when the guards shouted. Aaron watched one of his fellow prisoners, a cold bastard named Theodore Glenn, kill one of the injured guards. Still, he kept going.
Aaron knew immediately where he was headed. Montana. To be with Joanna.
He'd taken three of her paperback novels from the library because they didn't have the security sensors in the spine and he could easily hide them in his jacket. He wished he had more.
He opened it to one of the many underlined passages. He'd read the book twice since the escape last week. It made this time moving from one filthy motel room to another more bearable.
She swung her legs just enough to make the porch swing move, then tucked them beneath her, the easy rocking of the old chair comforting her. Was Garrett thinking of her? Thinking of her over thousands of miles, in the desert, serving his country. Being the hero she'd always known he could be.
Grace took the newspaper article from her pocket. It was worn and torn from being carried everywhere, but she couldn't bear to part with it. Front-page headline: Hometown Hero Saves Three in Bombing.
She stared at the vast openness that was her home as tears clouded her vision. Her hand absently rested on the small swell of her stomach. How could she tell him over the phone about this new life they had created? Over e-mail? How could she act like everything was the same when her entire world had changed overnight?
"Come home safe, Garrett."
Garrett and Grace lived happily-ever-after, and so would Aaron and Joanna. She was thinking of him right now, he could feel it. Wondering when he was going to come for her. She'd recognize that he was her hero as soon as she saw him. She'd kiss him, touch him, love him. She'd stay with him...
Twenty-four hours ago
Aaron Doherty caressed the worn, full-page picture he'd cut from a magazine article more than a year ago.
Joanna.
His love was beautiful: blonde hair woven with gold, large, round chocolate eyes, and two deep dimples that he suspected revealed themselves even when she wasn't smiling. He couldn't wait to touch her, her smooth, fair skin, skim his fingers over her red lips, kiss her.
Joanna's beauty was just part of her attraction. She was the only woman in the world who truly understood him. And when they finally met in the flesh for the first time, she'd know instantly that Aaron was her true love.
Just like he knew when he first saw her picture two years ago. When he read her books. When he learned everything about her.
When he killed for her.
They were soul mates. Every word she wrote, she crafted for him. Every story she told, she told just for him. Like in Act Naturally.
He pulled the battered book from his backpack. He'd stolen it from a library last week, shortly after the quake and their escape. It had physically pained him to leave all his Joanna Sutton books behind in his cell, but he didn't have a choice. The earthquake had hit when his cell block inmates were on the exercise yard at San Quentin State Prison. He'd been standing alone thinking (of course) about Joanna. Doug Chapman was only a couple of feet away sneaking a smoke--much easier when it was so cold you could see your breath--and then the ground shook. Aaron had lived in California for years, but never realized how loud earthquakes were when you were at the epicenter. He and Doug saw the breech in the wall and they went over it as soon as they could move. No looking back, no stopping when the guards shouted. Aaron watched one of his fellow prisoners, a cold bastard named Theodore Glenn, kill one of the injured guards. Still, he kept going.
Aaron knew immediately where he was headed. Montana. To be with Joanna.
He'd taken three of her paperback novels from the library because they didn't have the security sensors in the spine and he could easily hide them in his jacket. He wished he had more.
He opened it to one of the many underlined passages. He'd read the book twice since the escape last week. It made this time moving from one filthy motel room to another more bearable.
She swung her legs just enough to make the porch swing move, then tucked them beneath her, the easy rocking of the old chair comforting her. Was Garrett thinking of her? Thinking of her over thousands of miles, in the desert, serving his country. Being the hero she'd always known he could be.
Grace took the newspaper article from her pocket. It was worn and torn from being carried everywhere, but she couldn't bear to part with it. Front-page headline: Hometown Hero Saves Three in Bombing.
She stared at the vast openness that was her home as tears clouded her vision. Her hand absently rested on the small swell of her stomach. How could she tell him over the phone about this new life they had created? Over e-mail? How could she act like everything was the same when her entire world had changed overnight?
"Come home safe, Garrett."
Garrett and Grace lived happily-ever-after, and so would Aaron and Joanna. She was thinking of him right now, he could feel it. Wondering when he was going to come for her. She'd recognize that he was her hero as soon as she saw him. She'd kiss him, touch him, love him. She'd stay with him...
BIG DIE COUNTRY
Joanna Sutton can cope with the fierce winter storm bearing down on the small rural community of Centennial Valley, Montana; the popular romance writer has survived much worse in life. Haunted by the loss of her husband and child, Jo has found refuge at her family's secluded lodge, but her haven soon becomes a hell. During the ferocious blizzard, a local Boy Scout troop is stranded in the wilderness, compelling Jo to spearhead a desperate rescue mission, aided by a newly arrived stranger with an unknown agenda.
Meanwhile, Sheriff Tyler McBride hears that three escaped convicts are fast approaching Big Sky Country. Hoping to warn Jo, he faxes over the men's mug shots. But they never reach their intended recipient. Then Tyler makes a shocking discovery: Two people are dead, and a killer is among the group, along with the woman Tyler loves, searching for his lost son.
More than one innocent life is at stake. For the sake of those Jo cares about most, and for her own survival, she'll need all the cunning, courage, and passion she can muster to survive the mounting terror.
From the Paperback edition.
Joanna Sutton can cope with the fierce winter storm bearing down on the small rural community of Centennial Valley, Montana; the popular romance writer has survived much worse in life. Haunted by the loss of her husband and child, Jo has found refuge at her family's secluded lodge, but her haven soon becomes a hell. During the ferocious blizzard, a local Boy Scout troop is stranded in the wilderness, compelling Jo to spearhead a desperate rescue mission, aided by a newly arrived stranger with an unknown agenda.
Meanwhile, Sheriff Tyler McBride hears that three escaped convicts are fast approaching Big Sky Country. Hoping to warn Jo, he faxes over the men's mug shots. But they never reach their intended recipient. Then Tyler makes a shocking discovery: Two people are dead, and a killer is among the group, along with the woman Tyler loves, searching for his lost son.
More than one innocent life is at stake. For the sake of those Jo cares about most, and for her own survival, she'll need all the cunning, courage, and passion she can muster to survive the mounting terror.
From the Paperback edition.
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