Jacqueline Diamond - The Stolen Bride

His breath whispered across her cheek.

“I didn’t realize you’d volunteered to be my bodyguard.” Erin fought the impulse to turn and touch her lips to his.

“I guess I have, by default.” Joseph shifted away. Perhaps he was battling the same urge, she thought. “There’s a positive side to my being on leave. Since I won’t have to work, there’s no danger of leaving you here alone.”

“Does that mean I can stay?” Erin asked, elated. Then guiltily, she added, “But I’m putting you out of your bed. Once I meet with Stanley, I should be able to move somewhere else.”

“If you like, I can put you in touch with a top-level security service.” He fingered a loose strand of her hair. “Or you can stay, if you prefer.”

She did prefer. Very much. “Yes. I’d rather be with you.”

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The daughter of a doctor and an artist, Jacqueline Diamond claims to have researched the field of obstetrics primarily by developing a large range of complications during her pregnancies. She’s also lucky enough to have a friend and neighbor who’s an obstetrical nurse. The author of more than sixty novels, Jackie lives in Southern California with her husband and two sons. She loves to hear from readers. You can write to her at P.O. Box 1315, Brea, CA 92822, or by e-mail at JDiamondfriends@aol.com.

Erin Marshall—An independent-minded heiress, she’s blindsided by attacks, uncertain whom to trust—and has to take the gamble of a lifetime on her wedding day.

Joseph Lowery—A police officer living in the shadow of his father’s disgrace, he offers Erin his protection. But he may be unintentionally drawing her into greater danger.

Chet Dever—He lied to Erin about their wedding plans. Was he also driving the van that ran her down?

Lance Bolding—Erin’s stepfather may have designs on the Marshall Company, the firm she and her mother, Alice, inherited.

Brandy Schorr—Lance and Alice’s new housekeeper is keeping secrets of her own.

Tina Norris—Erin’s friend and maid of honor, she’s tangled in a web of relationships.

Gene Norris—Tina’s brother would do almost anything to realize his ambitions.

Edgar Norris—As chief of police, he blocks Joseph’s investigation of Alice’s near drowning and may have framed Joseph’s father for murder.

Marie Flanders—Erin’s missing aunt might be the victim of violence—or a part of it.

Rick Valdez—Is the detective sergeant playing a game of his own?

Stanley Rogers—Longtime accountant at the Marshall Company, he controls Erin’s trust fund.

Todd Wilde—Eleven years ago, he may have gotten away with murder. Now he’s back, but what does he want?

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

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Erin Marshall first noticed the van a little before 6:00 p.m. She wasn’t sure why it caught her eye, since there were still quite a few cars parked in the paved area roped off from the Healthy Children’s Fund carnival, which she’d helped organize.

It wasn’t just the peeling beige paint or dented bumper that drew her attention. Despite Orange County’s reputation for affluence, the daylong carnival in the centrally located city of Tustin had drawn not only late-model cars and SUVs, but also plenty of old clunkers.

Maybe it was the way the van lurked to one side, half-hidden in the shade of an office building that sat empty on a Saturday. And the fact that, despite an obscuring shadow, she could tell there was someone sitting behind the wheel, unmoving as the minutes ticked by.

Was he waiting for someone? Why didn’t he come out and enjoy the September sunshine?

“Wanna buy a candy bar?” a girl’s voice asked.

Erin tore her gaze away from the van. Before the booth where she’d been handing out pamphlets stood a teenage volunteer with one thick, nutty chocolate bar left on her tray.

“I just have to sell this one and I can go home,” the girl said. “You look hungry. How about it?”

It was on the tip of Erin’s tongue to say, “I can’t eat that stuff.” Even though she was only twenty-six, she’d stuck strictly—well, almost strictly—to health food since a heart attack killed her father two years ago.

What was a couple of dollars? And she had skipped lunch, and for heaven’s sake, it was one chocolate bar.

“Sure.” She fished a few crumpled bills from her shoulder bag.

“Thanks!” With a grin, the girl handed it over and hurried toward the cashier’s booth. Beyond her, workmen were disassembling the carnival rides on a far section of the asphalt. The scents of popcorn and cotton candy lingered in the air as the vendors closed up shop.

People streamed by, heading home. From the parking area, Erin registered the sound of cars starting. No one seemed the least bit interested in taking a pamphlet describing the fund’s free health screening programs.

After tucking away the candy to savor at leisure, she decided to make the rounds to see if anyone needed help closing up shop. Although many tradespeople had decamped, it was her responsibility, as administrative assistant at Conrad Promotions, to keep things running smoothly.

Erin glanced toward the building. The van hadn’t gone anywhere.