Wolf River: A Novel by Jill Gregory (English) Paperback Book

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From the "New York Times" bestselling author of "Thunder at Dawn" comes a stirring new novel of fiery romance and spine-tingling suspense, set against the backdrop of Big Sky country. Original.

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New York City children's author Erinn Winters is haunted by a past no one knows, and dark visions of death and danger that come to her without warning. But when a desperate search for her estranged sister leads her to Wolf River, Montana, Erinn suddenly finds her secrets, even her very life, at risk. And after meeting notoriously sexy Jase Fortune, Erinn finds herself in another kind of danger—she could lose her heart.Jase Fortune is as committed to staying single as he is to running his booming family ranch––until mysterious, gorgeous Erinn shows up. But someone is out to destroy the Fortunes, and Jase finds himself willing to do anything to protect not only his family but Erinn too. As the peril mounts, so do Erinn's and Jase's feelings for each other, but the promise of love is threatened by deadly secrets and vicious enemies, and a killer who will stop at nothing….

Author Biography

Jill Gregory is the New York Times Bestselling author of thirty novels. Her novels have been translated and published in Japan, Russia, France, Norway, Taiwan, Sweden, and Italy. Jill grew up in Chicago and received her bachelor of arts degree in English from the University of Illinois. She currently resides in Michigan with her husband.

Long Description

New York City children' s author Erinn Winters is haunted by a past no one knows, and dark visions of death and danger that come to her without warning. But when a desperate search for her estranged sister leads her to Wolf River, Montana, Erinn suddenly finds her secrets, even her very life, at risk. And after meeting notoriously sexy Jase Fortune, Erinn finds herself in another kind of danger-- she could lose her heart. Jase Fortune is as committed to staying single as he is to running his booming family ranch- - until mysterious, gorgeous Erinn shows up. But someone is out to destroy the Fortunes, and Jase finds himself willing to do anything to protect not only his family but Erinn too. As the peril mounts, so do Erinn' s and Jase' s feelings for each other, but the promise of love is threatened by deadly secrets and vicious enemies, and a killer who will stop at nothing... .

Excerpt from Book

Chapter One New York City The phone call came at the worst possible time. Just as Erinn Winters was having lunch at Tavern on the Green with her new editor from hell. At precisely the moment the waiter set down their salads. "Finally--great news, Ms. Winters," the calm male voice said at the other end of her cell line. Cordovan. In that instant, he had her full attention. She hadn''t heard from him--or from anyone at Cordovan-Smith Security and Investigations--in more than two months. "We''ve found her," Wayne Cordovan said. "We''ve found your sister." In that instant Erinn forgot about Clare Bonham, frowning at her across the table. She forgot that she was planning to have a nervous breakdown later that day, and that if she didn''t finish writing her latest Princess Devonshire book in very short order she was going to have to return every nickel of her advance and get herself a real job. She forgot everything but the words Cordovan had just spoken in her ear. We''ve found your sister. Her heart lifted and a dazzling relief rushed through her like golden sunlight in winter. But then her gaze flicked to the subtly annoyed expression of her editor. Clare looked as if someone had superglued a lemon under her tongue. Erinn knew she''d blundered by even answering her cell just as they were about to get down to business. Normally, she wouldn''t have. But at the last second, she''d panicked and wanted to put off the central point of this meeting until she''d had time to gulp down at least half a glass of wine. So she''d impulsively scooped her phone from her bag, never expecting the call to be anything as important--and personal--as this. "That''s . . . that''s very good news." She chose her words carefully and spoke as evenly as she could, flicking up one digit to signal Clare she''d be off in a minute. No one in her present life knew anything about her search for Devon, or the truth about her own past. No one even knew her real name--except for Wayne Cordovan and his agency. So she wasn''t about to give anything away to the tall fortyish redhead in chic black sitting across the table, a woman who in Erinn''s eyes represented the closest thing to a boss she''d known in a long time. Erinn didn''t deny she had a problem with authority figures. And Clare--with her protuberant brown eyes, air of breezy command, and repeated e-mails inquiring when the book would be turned in--definitely qualified as an authority figure. It was therefore certain that Clare Bonham wasn''t going to discover one thing about Erinn that Erinn didn''t want her to know. "I can''t wait to hear all the details, but can I possibly call you back? I''m . . . in the middle of a business meeting." "No problem." Cordovan didn''t miss a beat. "Why don''t you stop by my office sometime before three? I''m leaving for Rome, and I''m afraid I''ll be gone for the next two weeks. If you can''t get here before three, you can always schedule a meeting with one of my associates while I''m gone. But I have all the details right here on my desk, including some photographs, and I assumed you''d want to see the report on your sister as soon as possible." "I do. Believe me, I do." The words flew from her mouth. She hadn''t seen Devon in eleven years. Now the tiny chubby-cheeked four-year-old she''d kissed good-bye in their father''s mansion that long-ago day was fifteen, a teenager herself. And a runaway. Just like me, Erinn thought. But there was one big difference. Erinn had at least been eighteen, legally of age, when she''d fled Chicago and the stunning Lake Forest estate where Dane Stanton''s word had been law. Devon had vanished last year. When she was only fourteen. And no one in her family had seen her since. Erinn''s gaze shifted to Clare once again. The anorexically thin, cropped-haired editor was tapping a tomato-red fingernail on the snowy tablecloth. Erinn spoke decisively into her cell. "I''ll definitely be there in an hour. I want to see everything you''ve got." Clicking off her phone, she slipped it into her bag and offered Clare an apologetic smile. "I''m so sorry. That was important or I wouldn''t have kept you waiting." "I do hope everything is all right," Clare commented tartly, obviously waiting for further explanation. But Erinn declined to oblige her. She hadn''t even told Nancy Leonetti, her previous editor, who''d also become a close friend, anything about her past or her real identity. She hadn''t told anyone in all these years. So there was no way she''d discuss her family history with the woman who had reluctantly "inherited" the Princess Devonshire books from Nancy, and who had made it abundantly clear she hadn''t a shred of sympathy for Erinn''s writer''s block. "I know you''re worried about my finishing the book." Erinn took the plunge, determined to get this discussion over with so she could grab a cab to Cordovan''s office. "But you needn''t be. I''ll finish it soon. By the end of the summer." "You don''t know how relieved I am to hear you say that. But it''s not quite good enough, I''m afraid." Clare raised her wineglass to her lips and tossed back a swallow. "We''ve had to delay production twice, you realize--and it wasn''t easy. But I managed to rearrange the entire schedule. Now I''ve snared you a lead slot for next April, but you must have the book on my desk by the middle of August. At the latest." She eyed Erinn skeptically over the rim of her glass. "That won''t be a problem for you, Erinn, will it?" "Not at all." Oh, God, what am I going to do? Erinn choked down a gulp of Pinot Grigio. Her successful series of children''s books about a brave princess mouse, who happened to be a superheroine and rescued all manner of creatures in the Emerald Forest, had screeched to a grinding halt when she''d discovered three months ago that her control-freak billionaire father had died and that the little sister she''d left behind had disappeared a year ago. Since then she hadn''t been able to write more than a dozen pages of her book, which barely scratched the surface of Devonshire''s latest adventure. But nothing more would come. No ideas, no dialogue, no derring-do. The words were silent in her head. The characters and images frozen. The magic gone. "It''ll come back," Nancy had assured her when in desperation Erinn had called in tears the day after her deadline passed. "Hang in there and relax," Nancy advised. "I''ve worked with at least a dozen authors over the years who''ve had worse writer''s block than you, and in each case the magic eventually returned. So count on it." Erinn hoped she was right. There hadn''t been much magic--at least of the good sort--in her life for a long time now. And the last remaining drops of it had simply evaporated when she learned of her father''s death--and that Devon had followed in her own footsteps and run away from home. As Clare droned on about marketing plans, cover treatments, and publicity schedules, Erinn tried to swallow a few bites of her salad. But she scarcely tasted the delicate array of arugula, baby greens, grilled chicken, and sugared pecans gracing the china plate before her. Her mind kept returning to the image of her baby sister the last time Erinn had seen her. "I''ll come back and visit you, I promise," she''d vowed, kneeling beside the golden-haired four-year-old with the fairy-blue eyes. They''d been in the upstairs hall near the curving marble staircase, while downstairs in the formal living room, Erinn''s stepmother--Devon''s mother--hosted a tea for the Chicago Art Institute''s auxiliary board. Devon had thrown her baby arms around Erinn''s neck and held on for dear life. "Don''t go, Tiffy," she begged. "I want you to stay. Stay here . . ." "Shhh." Erinn had hushed her, worried that either Annabeth--Devon''s nanny--or her stepmother would come to see why Devon was crying. "It''s a secret, remember? I don''t want anyone to know I''m gone until it''s bedtime. Honey, quiet, please don''t cry." Her stomach had twisted like knots of twine at the sight of Devon''s tears, at her pale cheeks blotching with despair. "I''ll come back, Devon." She smoothed her sister''s baby-fine hair, the color of spun gold. "I''ll come visit you and tell you stories and we''ll . . . we''ll have a picnic in the garden on your birthday, just like we did last summer, remember?" "P-promise!" Devon''s voice had been a heartrending gasp that had filled Erinn with love and guilt and pain--all of it mixing with her own raw desperation to escape. "I promise, sweetie. Every time you look out at the garden you think about our picnic and remember that I''m coming back. Okay, now, hurry--scoot back to your room and don''t tell anyone I''m gone. Be brave, like Princess Devonshire. That''s my good little mouse." Erinn had smiled and waved as Devon scampered down the hall to her pink and white bedroom. Then she''d hitched her duffel over her shoulder, slipped silently down the stairs and across the vast ivory marble foyer, holding her breath that none of the Art Institute board members would look up from their tea and scones to notice her creeping out the door. They hadn''t. She''d left her father''s coldly beautiful three-story home, with its lush grounds and meticulous rose gardens, without a single look bac

Details ISBN0440243041 Author Jill Gregory Short Title WOLF RIVER Language English ISBN-10 0440243041 ISBN-13 9780440243045 Media Book DEWEY FIC Year 2007 Residence West Bloomfield, MI, US DOI 10.1604/9780440243045 Subtitle A Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2007-05-01 NZ Release Date 2007-05-01 US Release Date 2007-05-01 UK Release Date 2007-05-01 Pages 416 Publisher Random House USA Inc Format Paperback Publication Date 2007-05-01 Imprint Random House Inc Audience General We've got this

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