The first in a dazzling duo of romances featuring two sisters from the ruggedly beautiful Maine coast...and the men who sweep them away.
Rachel Foster wishes Sub Rosa -- the seaside mansion she helped her father build and the scene of a terrible tragedy -- would crumble into the sea. But Keenan Oakes, Sub Rosa's new owner, is moving in and stirring up the dark secrets of the cliff-perched manor....
Now, in the heat of a sizzling attraction, can Rachel clear her family's name while risking her heart on Keenan...and on a passionate love like nothing she's ever known?
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April 14, 2004
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Excerpt from The Seductive Impostor by Janet Chapman
Using her cane for support, Rachel Foster limped down the steps of the library and headed for her truck, eager to get home and take a long soak in a tub of steaming water. The torn cartilage in her knee was nearly healed, but the rest of her muscles had gotten lazy from lack of exercise. It was going to take a month of kayaking to get back in shape, and Rachel could hardly wait until her doctor's appointment on Friday to get rid of her cane and the stupid, itchy brace on her knee.
She waved at a few friends as she drove down the street that separated Puffin Harbor's small, eclectic assortment of shops from the grassy town park and headed toward her home, which, up until her hiking accident three weeks ago, had been only a fifteen-minute walk away.
But Rachel's smile quickly disappeared as she passed the firemen standing outside the station. She'd yelled at them to be careful when they'd rescued her off Gull Mountain, but they'd just laughed and threatened to drop her. Her glare was answered by whistles and catcalls, with Ronald Pikes waving both hands and shouting something about her taking a hike.
Rachel pulled into her driveway to find Wendell Potter sitting in the swing on her porch, his briefcase tucked under his chin and his eyes closed.
He woke up when she came to a dusty stop beside the porch. He scrambled to his feet as she got out of the truck.
"What brings you here, you handsome old goat? Business or pleasure?" she asked as she slowly mounted the stairs.
He did return her smile, but it seemed a bit forced. Or maybe a bit tired. Rachel leaned up and gave him a noisy kiss on his cheek, realizing that her old family friend and lawyer was getting up there in years.
"This old goat is here on business, I'm afraid," he said, holding the screen door for her as she opened the inside door, then following her into the kitchen. "I'm closing up shop," he continued, going over to the kitchen table and setting his battered old briefcase down.
Rachel hooked her cane over the back of the kitchen chair and sat down, propping her right leg on a second chair, studying him as he dropped into his own chair with a tired sigh.
"You're closing up shop?" she repeated. "But you can't be a day over sixty," she told him, smiling broadly.