“You never did say what you were doing out here this late at night,”
Jonah said.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Kat lied. “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t sleep either.” He kept looking at her with that same I-can-lie-as-well-as-you-can expression on his handsome face.
She turned, planning to take off, but he moved too fast.
One hand came to rest at the small of her back as his lips unerringly found hers.
She would have fought both him and the kiss, but he had taken her by surprise and left her reeling when it ended abruptly.
“I hate having regrets,” he said matter-of-factly, then turned and left her on the deserted dock without another word, leaving her to stare after him, the taste and feel of him still on her lips.
It seemed he had no qualms about leaving her with one big regret—that she wouldn’t be kissing him again.
Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,
Harlequin Intrigue has four new stories to blast you out of the winter doldrums. Look what we’ve got heating up for you this month.
Sylvie Kurtz brings you the first in her two-book miniseries FLESH AND BLOOD. Fifteen years ago, a burst of anger by the banks of the raging Red Thunder River changed the lives of two brothers forever. In Remembering Red Thunder, Sheriff Chance Conover struggles to regain the memory of his life, his wife and their unborn baby before a man out for revenge silences him permanently.
You can also look for the second book in the four-book continuity series MORIAH’S LANDING—Howling in the Darkness by B.J. Daniels. Jonah Ries has always sensed something was wrong in Moriah’s Landing, but when he accidentally crashes Kat Ridgemont’s online blind date, he realizes the tough yet fragile beauty has more to fear than even the town’s superstitions.
In Operation: Reunited by Linda O. Johnston, Alexa Kenner is on the verge of marriage when she meets John O’Rourke, a man who eerily resembles her dead lover, Cole Rappaport, who died in a terrible explosion. Could they be one and the same?
And finally this month, one by one government witnesses who put away a mob associate have been killed, with only Tara Ford remaining. U.S. Deputy Marshal Brad Harrison vows to protect Tara by placing her In His Safekeeping— by Shawna Delacorte.
We hope you enjoy these books, and remember to come back next month for more selections from MORIAH’S LANDING and FLESH AND BLOOD!
Sincerely,
Denise O’Sullivan
Associate Senior Editor
Harlequin Intrigue
Howling in the Darkness
B.J. Daniels
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Special thanks and acknowledgment
are given to B.J. Daniels for her contribution
to the MORIAH’S LANDING series.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A former award-winning journalist, B.J. Daniels is the author of thirty-seven short stories and fourteen novels. Most of her books are set in Montana, where she lives with her husband, Parker; two springer spaniels, Zoey and Scout; and a temperamental tomcat named Jeff. Her first novel, Odd Man Out, was nominated for the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award for best first book and best Harlequin Intrigue. B.J. is a member of Bozeman Writers Group and Romance Writers of America. When not writing, she enjoys reading, camping and fishing, and snowboarding. Write to her at: P.O. Box 183, Bozeman MT 59771.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jonah Ries—The FBI agent has more to fear in Moriah’s Landing than even he knows.
Kat Ridgemont—The private investigator has a deadly secret admirer after her.
Arabella Leigh—Is she as crazy as everyone thinks she is when she warns Kat of danger and death?
McFarland Leary—His ghost is due to rise again.
Cassandra Quintana—What does the fortune-teller see in the cards that she isn’t telling?
Ernie McDougal—Is the shy Bait & Tackle shop owner into more than fish and lures?
Emily Ridgemont—The seventeen-year-old has a secret of her own.
Brody Ries—The owner of the Wharf Rat bar will do anything for money.
Tommy Cavendish—The fifteen-year-old doesn’t know what he is getting into.
Deke Turner—The former FBI agent comes to Moriah’s Landing with only one thing on his mind: revenge.
Marley Glasgow—He hates women. But enough to kill?
Max Weathers—The FBI agent disappeared after being sent to Moriah’s Landing to investigate an anonymous tip.
Dr. Leland Manning—How far will the scientist go in his quest to discover the secret in witches’ descendants’ genes?
Leslie Ridgemont—She might be dead, but in Moriah’s Landing that doesn’t mean she is gone for good.
This one is for Jeff Robinson, a great writer,
a great friend. Not only has he always supported
my career—but he keeps my husband, Parker,
busy playing basketball so I can write. Thanks, Jeff!
Contents
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 One
A killer fog rolled in off the Atlantic, moving silently through the darkness as it approached the small town nestled at the edge of the sea.
Jonah Ries didn’t see the fog coming any more than he could see the future. But he felt it. At first just a disquieting sense of foreboding. Then he came roaring up over a rise in the rocky landscape and saw the sign, Welcome to Moriah’s Landing, and he knew, a soul-deep knowing, that this was the last place on earth he should be.
He slowed his motorcycle, the feeling of darkness so strong he could see himself flipping a U-turn in the middle of the road, throttling up the bike, his taillight growing dimmer and dimmer beneath the twisted dark limbs snaking over the pavement.
But he could no more turn back than he could convince himself he had nothing to fear in Moriah’s Landing. He knew what he would risk coming here. A hell of a lot more than just his life, he thought as he swept down the hill, passing St. John’s Cemetery without looking in that direction, and heading for the wharf.
Overhead, a half-moon rode the star-specked sky, reminding him he had five days, tops.
He felt the first hint of the fog long before he saw it. Small patches of dampness brushed past his face, ghostlike as spiderwebs. But the moment he turned down Waterfront Avenue, the mist moved in as thick as wet concrete, obliterating everything, forcing him to pull over, park his bike and walk the rest of the way.
Might as well just get it over with. He reached under the left side of his leather jacket for the reassuring feel of his .38 nestled in the shoulder holster. Snug as a bug. Too bad what he feared most couldn’t be killed with a bullet. Not even a silver one.
