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Did Tom Riley arrest the wrong woman?
For six years, the Sarasota Falls police chief has been hunting the cunning beauty involved in his partner’s death. Now here she is, back in his New Mexico town, her face a match to the one on the wanted posters. But the woman Tom Riley knows as Rachel Ramsey insists her name is Heather Graves.
Is Heather really as innocent as she claims? And what is he supposed to do about their undeniable mutual attraction? As his search for answers uncovers secrets in Heather’s past, Tom realizes that Heather is the woman he most wants...
She followed so close that when he stopped, she walked right into him.
Tom righted her, his hands clasping her arms and automatically pulling her toward him. Heather looked up expectantly, and before he could stop himself—not that he wanted to—his lips were on hers.
Her lips were soft and warm, pliant and giving at the same time. He wanted her closer, but that wasn’t even possible. Her arms wound around his neck. In the car, she’d smelled like strawberries. Right now, though, she smelled like the outdoors, crisp October leaves with maybe a hint of rain.
Yes, rain had a scent, and it made him feel more alive than he had in years.
Have you ever caught a glimpse of someone ahead of you, sucked in your breath, got all excited and hurried over to say hi only to discover you’d made a mistake. LOL, I have. I’ve shouted greetings only to get the “who are you?” stare.
They say everyone has a doppelgänger. I just love that word. I heard it first in a movie. It took me two weeks to learn how to spell it (I’m so glad spell-check will put that little thing over the a), and it’s really, really hard to work into conversations.
Lately, my misidentifications have to do with my dad. He was a WWII vet who passed away over a decade ago. But often I go into a restaurant and there’s an eightyish balding man, wearing baggy jeans and a plaid shirt—sometimes suspenders—and even though the face isn’t my dad’s, it’s all I can do not to go over, fall to my knees, touch his face and tell him how much I miss him.
In The Woman Most Wanted, Chief Tom Riley sees a woman he thinks he recognizes, one wanted by the police, and one he has a special interest in. Except it’s a case of mistaken identity. Though it takes him a while to figure out the truth, in his heart, he knows from the beginning that, indeed, Heather Graves was wanted. By him. Forever.
And in this case, it takes an entire book to get over a first impression because, boy, did he blow their first meeting.
Ain’t romance grand?
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The Woman Most Wanted
Pamela Tracy
PAMELA TRACY is a USA TODAY bestselling author who lives with her husband (the inspiration for most of her heroes) and son (the interference for most of her writing time). Since 1999, she has published more than twenty-five books and sold more than a million copies. She’s a RITA® Award finalist and a winner of the American Christian Fiction Writers’ Book of the Year Award.
To Daniel Crawford, who looks like me, or maybe I look like him—doesn’t matter, we look like each other. Except I’m shorter and wider. Next time I see you we’ll do “rock, paper, scissors” to see who’s cuter.
I love you, baby brother!
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