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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 288 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (February 19, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373278136
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373278138
  • Product Dimensions: 6.5 x 4.1 x 0.8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4.8 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (8 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #864,686 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Rachel Lee was hooked on writing by the age of twelve, and practiced her craft as she moved from place to place all over the United States. This New York Times bestselling author now resides in Florida and has the joy of writing full-time.

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Nothing hinted that a man would die that night.

Haley Martin arrived at the truck stop for her shift at eight in the evening. The place was open round the clock, and was busy enough at any hour because this was the only big truck stop for nearly a hundred miles in any direction.

Big enough for rigs to park and idle while drivers slept. Big enough to have hot showers and other amenities. And the restaurant itself was famous for good down-home cooking.

That night the lot was almost empty, but she knew this would change. Traffic always seemed to come in waves, maybe because the truckers liked to travel close together so they could keep in touch by radio and chat.

On her way in, she noticed two trucks parked back-to-back. That was unusual. They usually parked side by side. One of the trucks was smaller, a box truck, not a trailer rig like the other. It didn't seem important, though, and she quickened her step so she wouldn't be late. She'd taken a small role in a college play and the rehearsal had run over.

She liked the job. It was tiring, being on her feet for hours, but she liked it anyway. As a college student, it fit her perfectly, and when it got quiet the boss didn't mind if she studied.

She was only taking one class this summer, and working full-time, but the class had more than an average amount of reading and homework, so a quiet night would be welcome.

She breezed inside, waving to the other waitress, Claire, an attractive thirtysomething redhead, and the skinny shortorder cook and owner, Hasty. He tossed her a grin as she passed by on the way to her locker, then returned to his cooking.

After getting her purse and books stowed, she tied on her apron, starched and white, over her pink uniform, checked that her blond hair hadn't escaped its bun, then punched the time clock and headed out to work.

"Coffee's fresh," Claire said as she returned to the restaurant. "It's been slow since I got here at four."

"That'll change," Hasty remarked as he slipped burgers onto buns and scooped them onto plates with fries. He turned and put them on the counter for Claire.

"Might as well study, Haley," he said. "You'll know when to hop."

Yes, that was part of why she liked this job. Hasty seemed to care as much about her education as she did. But she also liked the truckers who came in here. Most of them were nice enough, and some even told great stories about the places they'd been.

There was one driver in particular, she thought as she went back to get her books and a cup of coffee. One guy who seemed to stand out, although she wasn't exactly sure why. It wasn't just that he was awfully good-looking, or that he seemed to have a body honed to hardness, unlike many other drivers who had been softened by the endless hours at the wheel.

No, it was something else, she thought as she took a seat by the window. Something about his manner. Quieter and more respectful than the others, not that many gave her a hard time. He was the only one who didn't address her by name, even though it was plainly written on a badge above her breast. No, he always called her ma'am. And he tipped generously.

But that wasn't it, either, she decided as she opened her book. It was his eyes. Dark, dark eyes that seemed to hint at danger while reflecting a good helping of sorrow.

Almost without fail, he was here three nights a week, and unless she was mistaken, tonight was his night. For some reason, she had begun to look forward to seeing him.

She chided herself. She'd already made up her mind that she wouldn't let anything get between her and completing school, and there was nothing like a relationship to do that. She'd seen enough people drop out to get married. Besides, what did she know about him except that seeing him made her heart skip a beat? That he wasn't married and drove a truck, and his last name, embroidered on his gray shirt, was Devlin. Not a whole lot, even for a fantasy.

Shaking her head at herself, she burrowed into her text. She was discovering very little real interest in diet and nutrition, maybe because she had had to juggle so many diets during her mother's illness.

Interested or not, she still had fifty pages to read before class tomorrow, and there would probably be a pop quiz, plus the final loomed on Friday morning, so she dove in.

A noise from the lot caught her attention and she looked out through the plate-glass window. The brightly lit restaurant didn't help her view any, nearly turning the glass into a mirror, and those two trucks she had noticed were parked at the far end of the lot in near darkness. But she heard a clang, and then squinted. Were those two trucks transferring something?

She stared for a minute, thinking that she saw a crate or two passing between them along a metal ramp, but unable to make out any real details.

What did it matter? Maybe something was scheduled to be off-loaded here. Just because she'd never seen it happen before didn't mean it was unusual.

She turned her attention back to her book, but discovered her mind wanted to play games. She was acting in a mystery play, and the role had gotten to her enough that she sometimes found herself imagining nefarious things in ordinary activities. Like those two trucks out there.

Almost grinning to herself, she tried to return to nutrition. That was almost enough to put her to sleep.

About ten minutes later, the bell over the door sounded and two men entered. Goodness, was that Ray Liston? She hadn't seen him since high school, after he'd had a run-in with the law. So he was a driver now.

She glanced over and saw Claire was busy with the table in the far corner. "I'll get this, Claire."

Claire waved her thanks, and Haley stood, going to the counter where the two men stood. "Can I get you guys something?"

"Two large coffees to go," said Ray. Then his eyes brightened a bit. "Say, I knew you in high school."

She pretended not to have realized it, though she didn't know why. "Really? Oh! You're Ray."

He grinned. A tall, lanky guy with a thinly growing beard, he had crooked teeth. His family had always been dirt-poor, though, so no orthodontics for him. That poverty hadn't made his school years any easier, and Haley had often felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

She felt Claire slip behind her to get to the coffeepot as she rang up the two coffees and accepted payment. "You're driving now?" she asked.


"Good for you. It's a great job." She couldn't help noticing how the other driver, a short, burly man with a balding head, kept looking the other way, as if he were uncomfortable for some reason. Nervous? Shy? What did it matter? She shrugged it off.

Claire surprised her by reaching around her to put the two coffees on the counter in front of the men.

"Thanks, Claire," she said as she closed the register.

"I was already here," came the response as Claire slipped past her again and headed back to her customers, pot in hand.

"See you around?" Ray said, almost hopefully.

She had no interest in him, but she managed a smile. "Sure, nearly every time you come in here now."

Ray laughed, then he and the other guy went to the condiment bar to add sugar and creamer to their coffees. A few seconds later they were out the door and headed across the lot.

Twenty minutes later, almost as if a signal had been sent, the lot started filling with the big rigs coming from the west, all of which had made a perilous trip over the mountains from the West Coast. She put her books away and went to work, hoping that the driver called Devlin would show up again.

He wasn't in the first wave, and soon she was busy serving everything from burgers to breakfast—large stacks of pancakes, lots of eggs and home fries, and gallons of coffee. She joked and chatted with those who were feeling friendly tonight, and kept the coffee coming. Coffee was essential, and the restaurant had four double-drip coffeemakers working constantly.

Then the place started emptying out. She filled a dozen takeout cups with coffee, and listened as the throbbing engines revved up and began to roar out of the lot.

Sometimes she imagined getting on those rigs and traveling to places she'd never been, from Denver to Chicago to St. Louis. These guys were headed all over the map, and in a small way she envied them. They had to feel free, out there on the road, aside from the need to keep to a schedule. Maybe that was part of the charm.

Just as she and Claire finished wiping the last table clean, readying for the next wave, a police car pulled up out front. Haley didn't immediately pay it much attention. Being the only all-night place operating around Conard City, they saw cops almost as often as they saw truck drivers.

But somehow, the instant Deputy Parish and Deputy Ironheart walked through the door, she knew this was no ordinary visit. They didn't go to the counter. They looked around, then focused on her and Claire.

Both deputies were of Native American descent, with dark eyes and equally dark hair, except for Micah Parish, who was starting to show some gray streaks in his raven hair. She had known both of them nearly her entire life.

"Hi, ladies," Sarah Ironheart said. "Can we talk to you?"

Haley felt her heart skitter. Something bad must have happened, but it hadn't happened here. Her mind started running over anything that might have to do with her, and discarded possibilities as fast as they occurred. She lived in a cheap, run-down apartment and all she owned was a twelve-year-old car and a laptop computer. No, it couldn't be something like that.

She and Claire dropped their cleaning rags in the bin and joined the deputies at one of the tables. Claire looked excited by the change of pace. Haley couldn't help feeling dread.

Life had taught her to dread. Words from a doctor, words from a cop, they weren't often good news.

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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Harriet Klausner #1 HALL OF FAME on February 23, 2013
Format: Mass Market Paperback
College student Haley Martin works as a waitress at a truck stop. She fantasizes about a consistent customer whose shirt says Devlin. Ray Liston, who she knew in high school, stops for coffee. Soon after he leaves to drive his rig, Deputies Micah Parish and Sarah Ironheart arrive to ask questions about Liston; which Haley answers without hesitation that he seemed fine to her. Ten miles from the truck stop, Liston drive his rig off the road and died.

Former MP, truck driver Buck Devlin investigates the death and other odd events impacting his firm. Already attracted to the college student, he fears her chatting with Liston places her in danger as a “loose end”. To keep her safe and besides which he needs her help to uncover the truth, he asks for her assistance by pretending to be lovers.

The latest Conrad County: The Next Generation (see Rancher’s Deadly Risk) is a taut romantic suspense thriller due to the super protagonists. Fast-paced from the moment the deputies enter the truck stop and filled with twists while never slowing down, readers will appreciate Rachel Lee’s interesting investigative romance.

Harriet Klausner
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on May 3, 2013
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I like Rachel Lee's books... the only complaint I have is that this series (I've read most from the Conrad County series) is repetitive. Almost cookie-cutter in its delivery, as are a lot of the Harlequin reads. I still really enjoy her books and the new romances and characters! I would, however, enjoy seeing some variation in the story lines... maybe putting a spin on the angst level or On the up side, I know what to expect so it's almost relaxing to read one of the Conrad County books because there are no huge surprises. Sometimes I need a comfort read and this book fits that mold. :) It still has all of the elements of a romantic suspense that I enjoy!
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3 of 4 people found the following review helpful By isadora on May 10, 2013
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I love Rachel Lee's 'Conard County' series but have not really enjoyed these 'second generation' ones. I felt like I could drive into this town and want to live there but this second generation has quite a few more people who I really haven't enjoyed reading about. The characters aren't fleshed out enough and the books feel like they end abruptly, which is something I dislike immensely. Read her 'first generation' and I believe you you will understand my point.
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Not what you might think by looking at the title. Great thriller and well written to keep you turning the pages.
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More About the Author

Writing found me, not the other way around. In third grade a teacher asked me to help write a play for the class to put on for a school assembly. The bug bit firmly and permanently.

Among my favorite things is having coffee with a friend, cooking Korean food, and trying to figure out my two cats.

Among the high points of my travels were visiting Mayan pyramids, Roman forts, Gothic churches and the Eiffel Tower. I even got to stand where Charlemagne once held court. Oh, and I walked the Freedom Trail in Boston.

There's still a lot more I want to see.

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