Christine Rimmer - The Stranger and Tessa Jones

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“Stop right there. Don’t come one step closer. ”How could Tessa turn away this injured stranger who’d stumbled onto her property in the middle of a blizzard? A man who didn’t know who he was or how he’d ended up in the California Sierras. He couldn’t recall his name, but there was no mystery about his tender passion for the woman who’d saved his life.With no memory of the past – only recurring images of a Texas ranch – what could he offer Tessa? Just a life together, if she was willing to take a risk on the future, no matter where it led…

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“I think maybe you’re thinking…of kissing me.”

“You do, huh?”

“Well. Are you?”

He crinkled his brow, as if deep in thought.

“Are you?” she demanded.

He smiled at her. Slowly. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

He touched her chin. He traced the back of a finger down the side of her neck, just beneath the soft fall of her hair.

“I…um…” Tessa’s breathing was agitated. “You shouldn’t. Really.”

“Yeah. I should.”

He took her mouth. Because he had to kiss her. And also to make her stop telling him not to.

Christine Rimmercame to her profession the long way around. Before settling down to write about the magic of romance, she’d been everything from an actress to a salesclerk to a waitress. Now that she’s finally found work that suits her perfectly, she insists she never had a problem keeping a job – she was merely gaining “life experience” for her future as a novelist. Christine is grateful not only for the joy she finds in writing, but for what waits when the day’s work is through: a man she loves, who loves her right back, and the privilege of watching their children grow and change day to day.

She lives with her family in Oklahoma. Visit Christine at www.christinerimmer.com.

The Stranger And Tessa Jones

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Christine Rimmer

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Excerpt “I think maybe you’re thinking…of kissing me.” “You do, huh?” “Well. Are you?” He crinkled his brow, as if deep in thought. “Are you?” she demanded. He smiled at her. Slowly. “As a matter of fact, I am.” He touched her chin. He traced the back of a finger down the side of her neck, just beneath the soft fall of her hair. “I…um…” Tessa’s breathing was agitated. “You shouldn’t. Really.” “Yeah. I should.” He took her mouth. Because he had to kiss her. And also to make her stop telling him not to.

About The Author Christine Rimmer came to her profession the long way around. Before settling down to write about the magic of romance, she’d been everything from an actress to a salesclerk to a waitress. Now that she’s finally found work that suits her perfectly, she insists she never had a problem keeping a job – she was merely gaining “life experience” for her future as a novelist. Christine is grateful not only for the joy she finds in writing, but for what waits when the day’s work is through: a man she loves, who loves her right back, and the privilege of watching their children grow and change day to day. She lives with her family in Oklahoma. Visit Christine at www.christinerimmer.com.

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Dedication For Gail Chasan, my fabulous editor. You are the best!

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

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Chapter One

“More snow on the way.” The truck driver, a fifty-something guy in insulated pants and a plaid flannel shirt, fiddled with the radio dial.

The man in the passenger seat made a low sound in his throat, a sound of agreement that discouraged further conversation. He had a killer headache. Talking only made it ache all the harder. And he kept smelling alcohol.

He sniffed the sleeve of his jacket. Definitely. Booze. Was he drunk? He didn’t feel drunk, exactly. He just felt bad. Bad all over.

The two-lane road, dangerously slick in spots, treated with road salt and dotted with slushy ridges of brown snow, twisted and turned down the mountain. Piled snow, hard-packed and dirty, rose in twin walls to either side, so the big rig seemed to roll through a dingy white tunnel, a tunnel rimmed above with evergreens and roofed higher still by a steel-colored sky.

The passenger shut his eyes, tuned out the drone of the radio and leaned his pounding head against the seatback. For a while, he dozed. When he opened his eyes again, the walls of snow on either side had diminished. He spotted a sign that said this road was Scenic Highway 49.

With a hydraulic moan and hiss, the trucker slowed the rig as they came to a sharp turn. Another turn after that and they were slowing even more.

They passed an intersection, a road winding off into the tall trees, and then another. The passenger read the street sign at that second road: Rambling Lane. And Main Street. They were on Main Street. The two-lane highway had now become the central street of some hole-in-the-wall town.

Another turn in the road and they were rolling past a town hall and a one-room post office on the right. On the left, a café and a mountain bike shop and a store called Fletcher Gold Sales, followed by a couple of tourist-trap gift shops. The place was like something out of an old western movie—or maybe, thought the passenger, like a small town in Texas, except with everything crowded together and tall mountains all around.

Texas. The passenger frowned. Am I from Texas? No answer came to him. His head pounded harder.

“Welcome to North Magdalene, California, population two-thirty on a very busy day,” said the driver, as he pulled the rig into a parking lot across from a restaurant called The Mercantile Grill, which was next-door to a bar fittingly named The Hole in the Wall. The hydraulic brakes sighed as they rolled to a stop in a long space surrounded by piles of gray snow. The driver flipped levers and worked the big gearshift. Finally, the huge truck was silent. “It’s lunchtime and I skipped breakfast.” The trucker scratched his chin. “I’m heading up the street to the café, get a quick burger to go, fill my thermos. Then I’m on to Grass Valley. I figure, just a little bit of luck and I’ll make it before the road shuts down.”

The passenger frowned. “Shuts down?”

The driver reminded him, “More snow comin’, remember? Weatherman said the storm on the way’s gonna be a doozy. Hungry?”

The passenger winced and touched the wound on his forehead. “Uh. Thanks. No.”

The trucker shook his head. “Listen. I never like to mess in a man’s business, but you don’t look so good. There’s a clinic a few miles from here. Come on with me to the café, I’ll find someone to run you on over there and—”

“No.” The passenger put up a hand, not sure why he didn’t want to see a doctor—not sure of anything, really. Except that he wished his head would stop pounding and he really hoped he didn’t throw up. “Thanks. I’ll get off here.” He leaned on the door and it opened. Icy air flowed in around him. He swung his legs over and jumped to the frozen blacktop, slipping in his smooth-soled boots—but catching himself in time to stay upright.

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