The wind hurled a branch across the window, the scraping sound reminding Hailey that she was alone.
She combed the stairs, but found nothing. No sign of the ghost of the child she’d thought she’d seen. The noise must have been the wind blowing debris on the roof.
Still shaken, she pushed back the heavy drape and stared into the darkness, searching for signs that someone was nearby. A light burned from the big stone house at the top of the hill.
Rex Falcon.
Her body grew hot just thinking about his dark eyes.
He was big. Strong. A towering specimen of a man with a muscular body that emanated strength and power. The kind of man who could protect a woman.
The kind who could hurt her with those big hands.
She didn’t intend to get involved with him. Men were trouble.
Especially one as dangerous looking as Rex Falcon.
The Man From Falcon Ridge
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 romance 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
Hailey Hitchcock—A woman running from a past she doesn’t remember into a future just as terrifying as the nightmares that plague her.
Rex Falcon—A man determined to find the real killer behind the Hatchet Murders.
Randolph Falcon—Rex’s father. He’s spent the past twenty years of his life in jail for killing the Lyle family—but is he really guilty?
Deke and Brack Falcon—Rex’s brothers are determined to free their father from prison.
Thad Jordan—A man obsessed with Hailey. Will he kill to keep her his?
Lawrence Lyle—The man and his family were brutally murdered twenty years ago. Did he carry the secrets of his family’s murder to his grave?
Sheriff Andy Cohen—He arrested Rex’s father for murder, but did he have ulterior motives?
Bentley McDaver—The prosecutor put Rex’s father in jail for life. Did he have reason to rush the trial?
Carl Pursley—Rex’s father’s defense attorney. Did he help frame him for the murder?
Lindy Lou Lyle—She died in the Hatchet murders, but now her ghost is haunting Hailey.
Ava Riderton—She was Lyle’s secretary. Does she know more than she’s telling?
To Kim Nadelson:
Thanks for all your enthusiasm and
support with my first gothic!
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
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Prologue
Ten-year-old Rex Falcon stared in horror at the yellow crime-scene tape wrapped around the Lyle house. It was dark now, the night sounds adding to the eeriness. When he’d gotten here, he’d peeked inside the window and seen the gory murders. Then the sheriff and his deputies had pushed him and his brothers and mother into the yard with the other neighbors and refused to let them talk to Rex’s father.
Just because his daddy had found the bodies, they were treating him as if he’d killed the people inside.
His mother hugged the boys close to her. “You boys go on home. You shouldn’t be seeing all this.”
“I’m not going anywhere till they let Daddy go,” Rex said, hands fisted.
“Me neither,” his middle brother Deke said.
His youngest brother Brack jutted up his chin, his eyes wide. “I’m staying, too.”
An image of the dead people flashed into Rex’s head. There was so much blood. It looked like a river on the kitchen floor. The mother lay in it. The boy cuddled beside her. The father, too. It covered his hands and face, and his head….
“Little girl’s dead, too,” a neighbor murmured behind him. “Found her blood near the river.”
“Randolph
