Diana Palmer - True Blue & Carrera's Bride - True Blue / Carrera's Bride

The eagerly awaited new installment in the Long, Tall Texans series

New York Times bestselling author Diana Palmer continues her beloved Long, Tall Texans series by delving deep into the heart of San Antonio and one of its top detectives, Rick Marquez. He never met a case he couldn’t solve or a woman he couldn’t charm. But this smooth-talking Texan is about to meet the one woman who’ll lasso him—body and soul!

Don’t miss the classic tale by Diana Palmer Carrera’s Bride included in this book!

Notorious Marcus Carrera instills fear in friends and foes alike—but one woman can see beyond the formidable veneer to his gruffly tender heart. When she needs his help, can he risk it all to make her his beloved bride?

Praise for the novels of New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Diana Palmer

“Palmer demonstrates, yet again, why she’s the queen of desperado quests for justice and true love.”

—Publishers Weekly on Dangerous

“The popular Palmer has penned another winning novel, a perfect blend of romance and suspense.”

—Booklist on Lawman

“Palmer knows how to make the sparks fly…heartwarming.”

—Publishers Weekly on Renegade

“Diana Palmer is a mesmerizing storyteller who captures the essence of what a romance should be.”

—Affaire de Coeur

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Bonus Book!

For your enjoyment, we’ve added to this volume Carrera’s Bride, a classic, bestselling book by Diana Palmer!

DIANA PALMER

The prolific author of more than one hundred books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A multi-New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author and one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia.

True Blue

&

Carrera’s Bride

Diana Palmer

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Contents

True Blue True Blue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Carrera's Bride

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

True Blue

Chapter 1

“We could lose the case,” San Antonio Detective Sergeant Rick Marquez muttered as he glared at one of the newest detectives on his squad.

“I’m really sorry,” Gwendolyn Cassaway said, wincing. “I tripped. It was an accident.”

He stared at her through narrowed dark eyes, his sensual lips compressed. “You tripped because you’re nearsighted and you won’t wear glasses.” Personally, he didn’t think the lack of them did anything for her, if vanity was the issue. She had a pleasant face, and an exquisite complexion, but she was no raving beauty. Her finest feature was her wealth of thick platinum-blond hair that she wore in a high bun on top of her head. She never wore it down.

“Glasses get in my way and I can’t ever get them clean enough,” she muttered. “That coating just causes smears unless you use the proper cleaning materials. And I can’t ever find them,” she said defensively.

He drew in a long, exasperated breath and perched on the edge of the desk in his office. In the posture, his .45 Colt ACP in its distinctive leather holster was displayed next to his badge on his belt. So were his powerful legs, and to their best advantage. He was tall and muscular, without it being obvious. He had a light olive complexion and thick long black hair that he wore in a ponytail. He was very attractive, but he couldn’t ever seem to wind up with a serious girlfriend. Women found him useful as a sympathetic shoulder to cry on over their true loves. One woman refused to date him when she realized that he wore his pistol even off duty. He’d tried to explain that it was a necessary thing, but it hadn’t given him any points with her. He went to the opera, which he loved, all alone. He went everywhere alone. He was almost thirty-one, and lonelier than ever. It made him irritable.

And here was Gwen making it all worse, messing up his crime scene, threatening the delicate chain of evidence that could lead to a conviction in a complex murder.

A college freshman, pretty and blonde, had been brutally assaulted and killed. They had no suspects and trace evidence was very sketchy already. Gwen had almost contaminated the scene by stepping too close to a blood smear.

He was not in a good mood. He was hungry. He was going to be late for lunch, because he had to chew her out. If he didn’t, the lieutenant surely would, and Cal Hollister was even meaner than Marquez.

“You could also lose your job,” Marquez pointed out. “You’re new in the department.”

She grimaced. “I know.” She shrugged. “I guess I could go back to the Atlanta P.D. if I had to,” she said with grim resignation. She looked at him with pale green eyes that were almost translucent. He’d never seen eyes that color.

“You just have to be more careful, Cassaway,” he cautioned.

“Yes, sir. I’ll do my best.”

He tried not to look at the T-shirt she was wearing under a lightweight denim jacket with her jeans. It was unseasonably warm for November but a jacket felt good against the morning chill.

On her T-shirt was a picture of a little green alien, the sort sold in novelty shops, with a legend that read, Have You Seen My Spaceship? He averted his eyes and tried not to grin.

She tugged her jacket closer. “Sorry. But they don’t have any regulations against T-shirts here, do they?”

“If the lieutenant sees that one, you’ll find out,” he said.

She sighed. “I’ll try to conform. It’s just that I come from a very weird family. My mother worked for the FBI. My father was, uh, in the military. My brother is…” She hesitated and swallowed. “My brother was in military intelligence.”

He frowned. “Deceased?”

She nodded. She still couldn’t talk about it. The pain was too fresh.

“Sorry,” he said stiffly.

She shifted. “Larry died very bravely during a covert ops mission in the Middle East. But he was my only sibling. It’s hard to talk about.”

“I can understand that.” He stood up, glancing at the military watch he wore on his left wrist. “Time for lunch.”

“Oh, I have other plans…” she began quickly.

He glared at her. “It was a remark, not an invitation. I don’t date colleagues,” he said very curtly.

She blushed all the way down to her throat. She swallowed and stood taller. “Sorry. I was… I meant…that is…”

He waved the excuses away. “We’ll talk about this some more later. Meanwhile, please do something about your vision. You can’t investigate a crime scene you can’t see!”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. Absolutely.”

He opened the door and let her go out first, noticing absently that her head only came up to his shoulder and that she smelled like spring roses, the pink ones that grew in his mother’s garden down in Jacobsville. It was an elusive, very faint fragrance. He approved. Some women who worked in the office seemed to bathe in perfume and always had headaches and allergies and never seemed to think about the connection. Once, a fellow detective had had an almost-fatal asthma attack after a clerical worker stood near him wearing what smelled like an entire bottle of perfume.

Gwendolyn stopped suddenly and he plowed into her, his hands sweeping out to grasp her shoulders and steady her before she fell from his momentum.