Frame-Up. Jill Elizabeth Nelson
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CAN SHE TRUST A MYSTERY MAN?
Stranded in a blinding snowstorm, Laurel Adams must pin her hope of survival on a handsome stranger. The single mother and her teen daughter take refuge in his remote Rocky Mountain cabin. But Laurel’s anything but safe when she discovers a dead body in her trunk…and becomes the prime suspect in a murder investigation. Her rescuer, millionaire David Greene, knows what it’s like to be accused. Three years ago he was arrested for a crime he didn’t commit—an unsolved case that still haunts him. With the clock ticking, can they stop a cold-blooded killer with deadly ties to them both?
I can’t lose her.…
David gunned the engine, trailing Laurel’s car.
When he drew up behind her, her brake lights winked at him in a pair of short bursts. A deliberate move. She wasn’t trying to lose him. She needed help.
Redness edged David’s vision. If he got to this guy before the cops— No, he couldn’t let fury cloud his mind. He clamped down on his emotions.
Laurel turned into a mall entrance and he signaled to follow, but another vehicle surged in front of him. Just that fast, he lost her.
Eternal seconds later, as he drove around to the other side of the lot, his heart leaped. There was her car, the driver’s door wide-open.
David slammed on the brakes and ran to her car. Empty!
He stared wildly around, but saw nothing. His shoulders slumped. When she needed him the most, he’d failed the woman who meant more to him than his next heartbeat.
Why did he realize how precious she was now—when he might never get the chance to tell her?
JILL ELIZABETH NELSON
writes what she likes to read—faith-based tales of adventure seasoned with romance. By day she operates as housing manager for a seniors’ apartment complex. By night she turns into a wild and crazy writer who can hardly wait to jot down all the exciting things her characters are telling her, so she can share them with her readers. More about Jill and her books can be found at www.jillelizabethnelson.com. She and her husband live in rural Minnesota, surrounded by the woods and prairie and their four grown children, who have settled nearby.
Frame-Up
Jill Elizabeth Nelson
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Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
—Proverbs 31:30
To all who have passed through the fire of testing and chosen the high road with God, who makes them over in His image; to all the single parents committed to raising their children right in a “gone wrong” world.
Contents
ONE
“Mo-o-om! Look out for the ditch!”
Caroline’s squeal rippled like a minor earthquake down Laurel Adams’s spine. Her death grip on the steering wheel shot pain up her forearms as she hauled the car away from the telltale crunch of gravel beneath the tires.
She squinted into the smothering blanket of white. Faint streaks of yellow winked on her left-hand side. Yes, she was again in her driving lane.
A long breath eased from her throat as she let up another notch on the accelerator. They were crawling along at barely thirty-five miles per hour. She navigated more by feel than by sight. At least it was daytime—the middle of the afternoon, actually, though only her watch gave much assurance that the sun was overhead somewhere.
None of the news services had predicted this pre-Thanksgiving storm in the Rocky Mountains that had swooped out of nowhere and swallowed them in its howling maw. If she’d had any warning, she would have cancelled her speaking engagement at YMCA of the Rockies, stayed snug in Denver and dealt with her daughter’s attitude in the comfort of their own home.
“Can’t we turn around and go back?” Caroline’s mocha-brown gaze pleaded with her mother.
“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Laurel shook her head. “We must be getting close to Estes Park. It’s safer to try to get that far and take shelter than to head home and hope we drive out of the storm.”
Caroline scowled and let out a loud sniff. The girl had made no secret that she didn’t want to come along on her mom’s