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Northern Border Patrol #4
Harlequin Love Inspired Suspense
February 2016
On Sale: February 9, 2016
Featuring: Blake Fallon; Liz Cantrell
224 pages
ISBN: 0373447205
EAN: 9780373447206
Kindle: B015MO3US2
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"WE HAVE YOUR SISTER."

Liz Cantrell is terrified when she receives a call from a
man holding her newlywed sister captiveβ€”and she's
convinced
her sketchy brother-in-law's involved. Willing to pay any
price for her sister's freedom, Liz flies to Niagara
Falls
with the ransom: an uncut diamond necklace worth
millions.
But the moment she lands, a handsome, world-weary
Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent takes her into
custody.

Blake Fallon's determined to catch a ruthless
diamond smugglerβ€”and the pretty antiques dealer trying to
save her sister could be just the break his case needs.
But
as they team up to rescue Liz's sister and trap the
criminal
mastermind, a desperate standoff will threaten everything
they hold preciousβ€”including their lives.

Northern Border Patrol: Keeping the US-Canada border
safe.

Excerpt

A crash from her sister’s bedroom brought Liz Cantrell
bolt upright on the couch. She was alone in the apartment
she shared with her sister and had been seated with her
feet tucked beneath her, trying hard to be interested in
the movie on the television with no success. She muted
the sound and listened.

A floorboard creaked.

No way was that from the blustery January wind outside
her second story apartment.

Someone was definitely in Jillian’s room.

Alarm flooded Liz’s veins.

β€œPlease, Lord,” she whispered as she fumbled to grab her
phone from her sweat pants pocket.

A thud and then a man’s deep growl jolted her into
action.

No time to call for help. She had to get out of there.
Fast. She jumped to her feet and hurried to open the
apartment door. The hinge squeaked as loud as a shotgun
blast.

Thunder rumbled through the apartment.

Not thunder, but feet. A tall figure, wearing a plastic
masquerade mask like those worn at Mardi Gras time and
dressed all in black, rushed out of Jillian’s room. He
had Jillian’s big burl-wood jewelry boxβ€”thankfully not
their mother’s special jewelry box-- in his gloved hands,
spilling the contents of Jillian’s costume jewelry on the
floor as he ran toward Liz.

Adrenaline fueled her fear. She whirled away and ran for
the stairs leading to her family’s antique shop, her
slippers snagging on the old carpet. The walls of the
stairwell seemed to close in on her. She hated dark,
confined spaces.

She pushed through her anxiety to scuttle down the stairs
as fast as she could. The man came after her, breathing
down her neck like a monster from a horror flick, adding
to the fear tightening her chest and constricting her
throat.

Before she reached the bottom of the staircase, the
burglar grabbed a handful of her hair. With a painful
jerk, he brought her to a halt and pushed her face first
against the stairwell wall. Pain exploded in her cheek
and radiated through her head. Would he kill her? Rape
her? She squeezed her eyes tight, tensing her body in
preparation to fight back and sent up an urgent prayer.
God, help me! Help me, please.

β€œWhere’s the necklace?” her attacker growled in her ear.
His hot, stale breath made her gag.

β€œWhat?” Liz struggled to process what was happening. Why
had this man broken into her home? What was he talking
about? β€œWhat necklace?”

β€œCome on Jillian, Travis bragged to me he’d lifted it
from Santini’s shipment to give to you. Since Travis is
so stupid to not keep his mouth shut, he doesn’t deserve
it. And neither does Santini, the pig.” He pressed his
weight into her, his knee jamming into her thigh, his
elbow crammed into her back at the tender spot below her
ribs. β€œGive it to me or I’ll kill you!”

His words beat into her, almost paralyzing her with
terror. He thought she was Jillian. What would the man do
when he realized she wasn’t Jillian but rather her
sister? Kill her then go after Jillian? She couldn’t let
that happen. She had to protect her little sister.



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#2.0 β€’ July 2015
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MURDER UNDER THE MISTLETOE
#3.0 β€’ November 2015
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#5.0 β€’ October 2016


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