Cassie Miles - Wedding Captives

Spence was so near to her that she could feel his heat

Thea tried another tactic. “Let’s just agree on two things. We won’t squabble. And there will be no unnecessary touching. No kissing. Nothing.”

“Well, that’s hardly fair, Thea, after you spent the gondola ride groping me.”

“I was not groping! I—”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “Okay.” He relented. “Call it holding on. I just think I ought to have the chance to return that favor.”

“Don’t…” His blue eyes warmed as he gazed confidently into her face, and she felt herself responding, wanting to smile back at him. “Don’t even think about it, Spence.”

“I’ve got a few conditions of my own,” he said. “Number one—we stay in the present and not dwell on the past. Number two—we both keep our minds open. Number three…” He obliterated the distance between them in a single step. She should have pushed him away, but her arms went around him and she wanted the taste of his lips against hers.

Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,

Cupid’s bow is loaded at Harlequin Intrigue with four fabulous stories of breathtaking romantic suspense—starting with the continuation of Cassie Miles’s COLORADO SEARCH AND RESCUE miniseries. In Wedding Captives, lovers reunite on a mountaintop…unfortunately they’re also snowbound with a madman!

And there’s no better month to launch our new modern gothic continuity series MORIAH’S LANDING. Amanda Stevens emerges from the New England fog with Secret Sanctuary, the first of four titles coming out over the next several months. You can expect all of the classic themes you love in these stories, plus more of the contemporary edge you’ve come to expect from our brand of romantic suspense.

You know what can happen In the Blink of an Eye…? Julie Miller does! And you can find out, too, in the next installment of her TAYLOR CLAN series.

Finally, Jean Barrett takes you to New Orleans for some Private Investigations with battling P.I.’s. It’s a regular showdown in the French Quarter—where absolutely anything goes.

So celebrate Valentine’s Day with the most confounding mystery of all…that of the heart.

Deep, rich chocolate wishes,

Denise O’Sullivan

Associate Senior Editor

Harlequin Intrigue

Wedding Captives

Cassie Miles

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Cassie Miles lives in Denver, one of the fastest growing cities in the country, with the traffic jams to prove it. She belongs to the film society and enjoys artsy subtitled cinema almost as much as movies where stuff blows up. Her favorite entertainment is urban, ranging from sports to museum exhibits to coffeehouse espresso. Yet she never loses sight of the Rocky Mountains through the kitchen window.

HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

122—HIDE AND SEEK

150—HANDLE WITH CARE

237—HEARTBREAK HOTEL

269—ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT?

285—DON’T BE CRUEL

320—MYSTERIOUS VOWS

332—THE SUSPECT GROOM

363—THE IMPOSTER

381—RULE BREAKER

391—GUARDED MOMENTS

402—A NEW YEAR’S CONVICTION

443—A REAL ANGEL

449—FORGET ME NOT

521—FATHER, LOVER, BODYGUARD

529—THE SAFE HOSTAGE

584—UNDERCOVER PROTECTOR

645—STATE OF EMERGENCY†

649—WEDDING CAPTIVES†

HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

567—BUFFALO MCCLOUD

574—BORROWED TIME

Thea Sarazin—She comes to the castle as a bridesmaid, never expecting to face her former fiancé, never dreaming she’ll be threatened by the revenge scheme of a madman.

Spence Cannon—His search-and-rescue training might be the difference between life and death for the wedding party and the woman he loves.

Jenny Trevain—The bride’s wedding weekend turns into three days of terror.

Dr. Mona Nance—The psychiatrist knows too many secrets and reveals none of them.

Reverend Joshua Handy—Before he became a man of God, he lived a mysterious life.

Lawrence—The butler carries a handgun and seems to know little about his housekeeping duties.

Travis Trevain—The bride’s younger brother, an Olympic-class freestyle skier, believes he’s the best at everything.

Gregory Rosemont—The reclusive Internet billionaire has never been photographed and has spent his life and fortune preparing the perfect revenge.

For Cheryl McGonigle.

Couldn’t have done it without you.

Prologue Prologue Beyond the carved stone entryway to Castle in the Clouds, the shadows of a winter night bled and puddled along the edges of the snow-packed pathway. Rolling clouds churned across the face of the full moon and obscured the glimmer of starlight. The cloaking darkness suited the purposes of Gregory Rosemont, the owner of this stately manor situated on a high crest surrounded by glacial Colorado peaks. He was not ready to reveal himself. His flashlight beam hardly penetrated the tapestry of icy haze, yet he strode with confidence. He knew every inch of this rugged mountaintop, every stone, every tree. He had memorized the cliffs and precipices that isolated the castle, making it accessible only by a ten-person ski gondola hung from a tensile steel cable. His light shone against the walls of the gondola house, constructed from locally quarried granite to match the crenellated ramparts. Tomorrow, the gondola car would make its last ascent. Tomorrow, he would mount his final revenge. For years, he had arranged this event with compulsive attention to detail. He had amassed a fortune to finance his goal. And now, his plan was perfect, an exacting test for the remorseless specimens of humanity who were to be his guests. Inside the gondola house, he slipped the backpack from his shoulders, took out his tools and went to work. Ignoring the huge metal cogs and wheels necessary to haul the weight of the car, he concentrated on a precision piece of machinery that would slice through the cable at exactly the right moment to send the gaily painted gondola car plummeting hundreds of feet into the chasm below. In his vivid imagination, he heard the shattering of the fiberglass car, torn by jagged teeth of stone. Tomorrow, the screams of terror would echo endlessly against the cold, unforgiving mountains. It would be a spectacular crash. As he adjusted the coils, the spring-loaded severing mechanism squealed, metal against metal. The gloves he wore to ward off the sub-zero chill impeded his efforts, but he was glad for the cold, the promise of snowfall. A January blizzard would hamper any rescue attempt. His task completed, he allowed himself a smug grin. He’d thought of everything, left nothing to chance. As he hiked back along the path, moonlight spilled through a break in the clouds, illuminating the turrets and sculpted ramparts of the fanciful medieval-style castle. The only light shone from the high window of the bridal suite above.