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If only deciding who you are was easy. For Princess Katie, making her choice is quite a challenge, made worse when her two worlds collide. If she chooses to be a princess she’ll be a failure in the eyes of her father, but if she chooses to remain a spy she’ll miss out on the life she was born to live. Under the guise of a princess who is there to win the heart of the prince, she is sent to spy on a neighboring country. But this mission proves different from the ones that she is used to. She’s seen secret passages, and betrayal but she’s usually hiding in the shadows, not having tea with the queen or bantering with the prince.
If she had spent more time as a princess maybe this quest wouldn’t be so hard.
I pushed myself up and nearly stopped breathing again. The man who I had just knocked to the ground was none other than Prince Jarin. Definitely not the shadow, I thought. “That’s it, you—” the prince began as he pushed himself up and raised his fist. “Stop!” I guarded my face with both hands. “Katie?” “Ah…hello, fancy meeting you here,” I stammered.
Several years ago, a treasure hunting reality show resurrected the long-forgotten tale of Civil War treasure buried on my family’s property. Ever since, amateur treasure hunters have been trespassing, invading our land. When their negligence cost my uncle his life, I forged a letter to disprove the treasure’s existence. This stopped the hunters – but only for a time. Now they are coming back and, what’s worse, my secret has been discovered.
Arrogant Professor Gregory Randall knows about the forged letter, and he can ruin me with one phone call. But he won’t – as long I let him stay on the property to search for the treasure himself. It isn’t easy living in the same house as your blackmailer, and there’s more to Randall than meets the eye. He’s convinced there’s something to find, and I’m starting to think he might be right.
But even as we race to find the treasure first, the situation is becoming dangerous. Someone is determined to stop us: and they aren’t afraid to use violence to do so. I’m running out of ideas, options, and time, and what’s worse, my blackmailer is the only one I can rely on.
My first defense is the last man I can trust.
For FBI Agent Jordan Bening, danger lurks at every turn. Always has. In the years since his mother’s murder, his life has been about vindication, defense—and finding evidence to overturn one resounding courtroom gavel. Not only because the guilty verdict put his best friend’s favorite uncle in prison, but because he knows the real murderer is still out there. Watching. Waiting.
And the killer is sending a message: Silence has a price.
FBI Agent McKenna Moore doesn’t believe her uncle—a solid, dependable, well-liked, and hardworking former detective with the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department—could have committed murder. It’s a truth she’s never uttered to anyone, especially Jordan. Not even after their impromptu reunion and subsequent drunken nuptials.
When the murder of the wife of Charlotte’s most influential family brings Jordan and McKenna together for the first time since the wedding, the pair is plunged into an investigation that takes an unexpected turn from bad to worse with evidence that shouldn’t exist. Evidence that should be safely locked away and labeled in another case. Another crime.
Evidence that leads right to both of them. To a moment in time when they made their choices and vowed to keep the silence. He left. She stayed.
They were never supposed to reunite.
**This book is part of a series and has been EDITED AND REFRESHED. Reading the books in order will heighten your enjoyment of the characters within each story.**
Romance novelist Meghan Townsend’s marriage is slipping, and no amount of prayer seems to help. She aims to recapture her husband’s waning attention by getting in shape and finds escape by crafting her own fictional love story. Taking inspiration for the hero from a new friend—the attractive, spiritual, and attentive Curtis Jameson—she pours her yearnings onto the page, and craves the kind of pulse-pounding romance found in her book, Racing Hearts…
In 1916 Corona, California, motorcars are all the rage, and racing them is what Meghan’s hero, Russell Keegan, does best. But when his competition vandalizes his car, the only mechanic available is a greasy woman in a man’s overalls.
After a racing accident claimed her father’s life, Winifred became the sole breadwinner for her family. She is disdained as a female mechanic, but her daddy’s trade is all she has left. Can she swallow her hatred of the races and take up Russell’s offer of big bucks to fix his car, or will she lose everything to mounting debt?
Under Meghan’s skillful pen, these two embark on a thrilling, adventurous romance. But she finds that writing those love scenes with Curtis’s face in mind takes her heart places it shouldn’t go. Will she realize in time that real life can be better than fiction?
About Better than Fiction
Better than Fiction is a unique, fun blend of Christian women’s fiction and turn-of-the 20th century historical romance. It has given two best writer buddies an excuse to work together, laugh together, create together. It’s given them an opportunity to spotlight the colorful town of Corona, California in this lighthearted romance, while sharing their burden for the woman tempted by infidelity or struggling with an affair of the heart.
Russell watched as Winifred left the Ford and approached with slow, almost reverent steps. As she walked the circumference, studying every angle of his car, he studied her.
Washed in light, patches of clean skin glowed pale through the grime on her face and neck. A single curl hung forgotten against the side of her gaping mouth. Having made a complete circle, she came around the back of the Cat and took measured strides along its side. Her fingers hovered above the wheel and followed the curve in a worshipful caress.
If he didn’t know her to be an unfeminine creature, he might think she were trying to seduce him.
Unbidden, the feel of her fingers ran a similar trail along his bare shoulders. He swallowed hard and squirmed in his seat. Something was wrong with him if a figureless woman in filthy coveralls set his mind on such an unchristian path. With a grunt, he shook off the images, jammed the handbrake into place, and jumped from the vehicle.
Steve’s game had ended long ago and Meghan was still tapping away on the laptop. Smiling, she closed her computer and nestled into her propped pillows with a dreamy sigh.
There was something about historical romance. A different time, a different way of life, but the same spark between a man and a woman.
A sharp snorting broke her from her reverie. Her gaze traveled to her husband―snoring loud enough to send the city into evacuation.
Meghan turned and studied the strong angle of his nose, the outline of his lips―even if they were hanging slack and flapping with every rattling breath. To be fair, she’d gotten pretty lax with her own appearance until a couple months ago, and Steve had never said a word. Of course, he hadn’t looked at her the way he used to in a long time, either.
She reached out and ran a finger along his arm. Would he stir and pull her close?
He smacked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, then turned the other way.
Dejected, Meghan rolled onto her back.
Looked like all the sparks tonight were reserved for Winifred and Russell.
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