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Why would this man be angry with her?
“I…don’t know who you are or why you think you know me.” Stella met the man’s gaze, determined to prove her point, but somewhere deep inside, in the far recesses of her mind, something intangible registered.
A wild and primitive awareness flickered in his eyes, something predatory, an almost hungry look, as if she’d not only met him, but that he’d known her intimately.
As quickly as the moment came, it fled, and she was thrust back into the depths of lost time.
“This isn’t funny, Stella.” Luke stalked toward her, stopped and gritted his teeth. “I’ve been searching for you ever since you ran out on our wedding night.”
Stella gasped, perspiration beading her lip. Wedding night? What was he talking about? She’d never been married….
Had she?
Vows of Vengeance
Rita Herron
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Award-winning 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 her storytelling for kids for romance, and writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romantic hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at P.O. Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, or visit her Web site at www.ritaherron.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Special Agent Luke Devlin—An FBI agent who never crossed the line—until he met the enigmatic Stella Segall and married her.
Stella Segall—Luke’s wife disappeared on their wedding night without a trace. Now, accused of murder, she insists she has no memory of her traumatic past or the man who claims to be her husband—Luke Devlin.
Dorothy Segall—Stella’s mother supposedly sold her when she was an infant, but Stella’s returning memories hint at a different story.
Kat Dixon & Jaycee Short—Two hired and trained killers just like Stella—or are they?
Spencer Grossman—Luke’s superior at the agency suspected that Luke’s partner was a bad agent. Now he’s gunning to find out if Luke had joined him.
J. T. Osborne—Osborne’s death was ruled a suicide— wasn’t it?
Drake Sutton—A stranger who claims to be Stella’s guardian—his sinister secrets may destroy them all.
Marvin Andrews—This reporter who will do anything for a story—will he die trying to write it?
The Master—He trained them all to kill without a conscience—is it his turn to die now?
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Prologue
It was Luke Devlin’s wedding day. The happiest day of his life.
Nothing could go wrong.
He and Stella had arrived at the chapel just before it had closed. They’d already exchanged vows. And now his wife was waiting in the honeymoon suite, preparing for their wedding night.
A night of ecstasy he couldn’t wait to begin.
Neon lights flashed across the night sky on the Vegas strip as he rushed to the car to retrieve the champagne and roses he’d bought for the occasion. Granted, he wasn’t much of a romantic. Hell, he wasn’t romantic at all. And he wasn’t even sure he knew how to be a husband. But he’d decided to give it a try.
After all, he’d never met anyone like Stella.
She hadn’t wanted a big, fancy wedding and neither had he. She’d insisted they drive to Vegas, instead of marrying in D.C. where they’d met. They’d gotten in around eleven, picked out simple wedding bands at a jewelry store nearby and had a nice quiet romantic dinner with a bottle of red wine. After toasting their future, they’d found an Elvis chapel offering a special deal for midnight ceremonies.
Even though the chapel had been somewhat cheesy, he wanted the honeymoon night to be special. Memorable.
And it would be. After the ceremony, they’d hurried back to the hotel as excited as if they’d floated into paradise.
Heady images drifted to mind as he jogged to the elevator. Stella in a bubble bath waiting for him, sipping champagne as he licked bubbles from her breasts. Stella naked and lying on that heartshaped bed with her hair spilling across the pillow and her legs open wide. Stella whispering that she wanted to go down on him as they’d left the chapel. Him doing the same for her afterward, giving her pleasure, and hearing
