Once again, New York Times bestselling author Carla Neggers masters the nonstop suspense and pulse-pounding romance that keep her millions of readers up all night.
Vermont newspaper editor Cozie Hawthorne is astounded by the money she makes when her collection of Yankee essays becomes a bestseller. But that doesn't mean she'll let success go to her head: she still drives a rusted Jeep and lives in a house -- built in 1790 -- that seems more amenable to bats than it does interesting men.
Daniel Foxworth, renegade son of the Texas oil Foxworths, specializes in putting out chemical fires. At least he did until someone sabotaged his helicopter and almost killed him. The prime suspect is Cozie's brother, Seth, and evidence is piling up as fast as attraction is growing between Daniel and Cozie. When she finds out that the sexy Texan is out to prove her brother's guilt, Cozie is determined to find out who's really after Daniel. But as danger mounts, Daniel faces an even greater challenge: winning Cozie's trust...before someone ends up dead.
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December 31, 1994
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Excerpt from Finding You by Carla Neggers
Daniel Foxworth ignored the crushing Texas heat and his own blood and pain as he jumped from the Coast Guard rescue helicopter. Reporters, already down from Houston, surged around him. An oil tanker was on fire in the Gulf of Mexico, a major spill imminent. He'd been hired to put it out. Except that the helicopter he and his partner had flown out to survey the fire had crashed into the warm, shallow waters of the gulf. It was a big story, made bigger because the pilot of the downed helicopter was a Foxworth.
The rescue team raced toward the hospital emergency room with the stretcher carrying the huge figure of James Dell Maguire. A mess of blood, oil, saltwater, shredded clothes, and broken bones, J.D. had been Daniel's sole passenger and was still cursing him for damned near getting them both killed.
J.D. wasn't out of the woods yet.
Daniel felt only the searing anger of helplessness and guilt. After they'd hit the water, he'd dragged the semiconscious J.D. from the damaged helicopter before it could sink, drowning them both. Daniel had managed to dial up the emergency frequency in the seconds before they'd plunged into the gulf, but he'd never believed anyone would get there in time. He'd thought J.D. was dead or close to it.
The swarm of reporters and medical staff cut him off from J.D. Daniel fought back waves of nausea and pain. He had a pretty good gash on his right arm, a cut above his left ear, various scrapes and bruises. His clothes, stiff and still damp from saltwater, seemed branded onto his skin. But he couldn't take time to have a doctor look at him.
He turned from the emergency entrance and headed back toward the parking lot. There was nothing more he could do for J.D.
The reporters quickly figured out what he was doing and ran to catch up with him, shouting questions.
"Was this a daredevil stunt that backfired "
"What caused the crash "
"The fire on the tanker is still raging out of control -- can you handle it without Maguire "
"Wasn't Julia Vanackern supposed to be on board with you Aren't you two an item "
"Any truth to the rumors that your grandfather is coming down from Houston to take over "
Daniel kept moving in the hot midday sun. An attractive television reporter came up on his elbow and shoved a microphone at him. He looked at her without a word, and she backed off.
Another helicopter was waiting in the parking lot, piloted by another refugee from Fox Oil -- one not related to its founder. Daniel could feel the hot wind from the whirling helicopter blades and wished it could just blow him into another time and place. But he climbed aboard. He had no choice. He had a fire to fight. A tanker engine room was on fire. If the fire spread to the cargo area, the tanks would rupture and there would be one hell of an oil spill. He had to stop it.