Stella Bagwell - White Dove's Promise

Welcome to Black Arrow, Oklahoma—the birthplace of a proud, passionate clan who would risk everything for love, family and honor.

Jared Colton:

He never hung around one place for too long, but the new town hero had gained the attention of the only woman who could tempt him to stay…at least a little while longer.

Kerry WindWalker:

She’d steered clear of Jared Colton because of his bad-boy reputation, but his heroic gesture had her wondering if the avowed bachelor could become a true family man.

Gloria WhiteBear:

Would the secret past of the Oklahoma Coltons’ matriarch come back to haunt her grandchildren?

Bram Colton:

A man of honor and Comanche pride, the revered sheriff of Black Arrow had been kept busy since strange happenings started occurring in town….

Dear Reader,

There’s more than one way to enjoy the summer. By picking up this month’s Silhouette Special Edition romances, you will find an emotional escape that is sure to touch your heart and leave you believing in happily-ever-after!

I am pleased to introduce a gripping tale of true love and family from celebrated author Stella Bagwell. In White Dove’s Promise, which launches a six-book spin-off—plus a Christmas story collection—of the popular COLTONS series, a dashing Native American hero has trouble staying in one place, until he finds himself entangled in a soul-searing embrace with a beautiful single mother, who teaches him about roots…and lifelong passion.

No “keeper” shelf is complete without a gem from Joan Elliott Pickart. In The Royal MacAllister, a woman seeks her true identity and falls madly in love with a true royal! In The Best Man’s Plan, bestselling and award-winning author Gina Wilkins delights us with a darling love story between a lovely shop owner and a wealthy businessman, who set up a fake romance to trick the tabloids…and wind up falling in love for real!

Lisa Jackson’s The McCaffertys: Slade features a lady lawyer who comes home and faces a heartbreaker hero, who desperately wants a chance to prove his love to her. In Mad Enough To Marry, Christie Ridgway entertains us with an adorable tale of that maddening love that happens only when two kindred spirits must share the same space. Be sure to pick up Arlene James’s His Private Nurse, where a single father falls for the feisty nurse hired to watch over him after a suspicious accident. You won’t want to miss it!

Each month, Silhouette Special Edition delivers compelling stories of life, love and family. I wish you a relaxing summer and happy reading.

Sincerely,

Karen Taylor Richman

Senior Editor

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To the two men in my life.

My husband, Harrell, and our son, Jason.

Recently Stella and her husband of thirty years moved from the hills of Oklahoma to Seadrift, Texas, a sleepy little fishing town located on the coastal bend. Stella says the water, the tropical climate and the seabirds make it a lovely place to let her imagination soar and to put the stories in her head down on paper.

She and her husband have one son, Jason, who lives and teaches high school math in nearby Port Lavaca.

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

“Lunch at your desk. At this rate, you’re going to have burnout before you reach the age of thirty.”

Unaware that anyone else had entered her small office, Kerry WindWalker jerked her head up from the promissory note she’d been typing to see one of Liberty National Bank’s loan officers standing at the corner of her desk.

Smiling at the tall, gray-haired man, she said, “I’m behind, Clarence. It’s Monday. Everyone seems to be broke on Mondays.”

With a rueful grin, he placed more work on the corner of her already loaded desk. “Reality hits when the weekend is over. But it doesn’t mean you need to work through your lunch hour. Have you eaten anything with that?” he asked, inclining his head toward the half-empty soda bottle sitting near her typewriter.

Kerry shook her head. “Not yet. But I will. I have a sandwich waiting for me back in the break room.”

Clarence glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s almost two,” he gently scolded. “Turn that machine off and go eat. Now.”

Three years ago, Kerry had returned to Black Arrow, Oklahoma, and, shortly after, landed a position there in the loan department at Liberty National. Back then Clarence had been the first to welcome her into the fold and make her feel at ease. It was her first important job after acquiring her business degree and his kind support had meant a lot to a young girl fresh out of college and desperately needing a paycheck. Since then the older man had become someone she could truly call a friend. For that reason she always took extra time to see that his loans were processed before anyone else’s. “But Mr.—”

He waved a dismissive hand at her protests. “Mr. Whoever can wait. Including me.”

With a shrug of surrender, she switched off the power on the typewriter, then rose from her chair. “Okay, I’m on my way,” she told him as she absently brushed at the wrinkles in her slim, beige skirt.

The loan officer paused at the door to make sure she was following him out of the small office. Kerry was about to ask him if he’d stopped to have his own lunch when the phone on her desk rang.

“Forget it,” Clarence prompted. “It’s probably Landers wanting to know if you’ve finished the papers on the Crawford loan. He can wait, too.”

The fact that Clarence considered her break more important than the wishes of the bank’s vice president put a smile on Kerry’s face. Since she’d started the job she’d oftentimes worked through breaks and beyond office hours to make sure her work was completed punctually. It was nice to know someone appreciated her dedication, especially someone like Clarence who’d been with the bank for more than twenty years and pulled a considerable amount of weight with the president.

“I’d better get it anyway,” she told him. “After all, it’s past my lunch break. I’m supposed to be at my desk at this time of the day.”

Tucking her short black bob behind her ears, she hurried back to the L-shaped desk and plucked up the ringing phone.

“Kerry WindWalker speaking.”

“Kerry! Thank God you finally answered! I thought you might be out and I don’t know what to do!”

For a second, the frantic sound of Enola WindWalker’s voice didn’t quite register with Kerry. Her mother never called the bank and interrupted her work.

Kerry’s smooth brow was suddenly furrowed as she anxiously gripped the receiver. “Mom? Is that you? Is something wrong?”

“Oh—Kerry—I don’t know how to tell you this but—I can’t find Peggy.”

Kerry’s blood suddenly turned to ice water. Peggy was her three-year-old daughter, the very existence of her being.