A DEDICATED DETECTIVE RISKS HIS LIFE TO SAVE A WOMAN AND HER SON IN THIS SPELLBINDING BIG âDâ DADS: THE DALTONS NOVEL BY JOANNA WAYNE.
A haunting beauty with mesmerizing brown eyes is in desperate need of Dallas homicide detective Travis Daltonâs help. Faith Ashburnâs troubled teenage son is missingâ¦and may be hiding secrets that could get himâand his motherâkilled.
Faith will do whatever it takes to find her boy, even if it means turning to the rugged detective, a man shadowed by his own painful past. When the search reveals a shocking connection to the dangerous criminal Travis has sworn to bring down, Faith has to trust him with her life. And when passion flares, she has to trust him with something she vowed never again to give: her heart.
The desperation in Faithâs voice turned Travis inside out.
He longed to hold her close and whisper that everything would be all right, but it would be an empty promise. And once she was in his arms with her soft body pressed into his, comfort wouldnât be the only thing on his mind.
He wanted to kiss her, had wanted to since the night heâd first laid eyes on her in the Passion Pit, though he hadnât admitted that to himself then.
Now the desire was entangled with his need to keep her safe and help her find her son.
JOANNA WAYNE was born and raised in Shreveport, Louisiana, and received her undergraduate and graduate degrees from LSU Shreveport. She moved to New Orleans in 1984, and it was there that she attended her first writing class and joined her first professional writing organization. Her debut novel, Deep in the Bayou, was published in 1994.
Now, dozens of published books later, Joanna has made a name for herself as being on the cutting edge of romantic suspense in both series and single-title novels. She has been on the Waldenbooks bestseller list for romance and has won many industry awards. She is also a popular speaker at writing organizations and local community functions and has taught creative writing at the University of New Orleans Metropolitan College.
Joanna currently resides in a small community forty miles north of Houston, Texas, with her husband. Though she still has many family and emotional ties to Louisiana, she loves living in the Lone Star State. You may write Joanna at PO Box 852, Montgomery, Texas 77356, USA.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Faith AshburnâWhen her 18-year-old son goes missing, she will stop at nothing to find him.
Travis DaltonâHouston homicide detective. Once he meets Faith, he will do anything to help her find her son and keep Faith safe.
Reuben Jackson Dalton, better known as R.J.âTravisâs father and the owner of the Dry Gulch Ranch.
Cornell AshburnâFaithâs missing son.
Reno VargasâTravisâs partner.
Georgio TrosclairâOwner of the Passion Pit.
Angela PointerâExotic dancer who was involved with Cornell.
Mark EthridgeâHead of the DPD missing persons division.
John PattersonâBorder patrol agent and a friend of Travis.
Walt MarshallâFormer boyfriend of Angela Pointer.
Alex SalingerâRancher in Laredo.
Joni DaltonâBest friend of Faith Ashburn, and Travisâs new sister-in-law.
Leif DaltonâJoniâs husband.
Alex and Hadley DaltonâSon and daughter-in-law of R.J., who live on the Dry Gulch Ranch.
Lila and Lacy DaltonâTwin daughters of Alex and Hadley.
Effie DaltonâLeif Daltonâs teenage daughter.
A special salute to mothers everywhere who know what itâs like to love a child unconditionally.
A smile to my grandchildren who bring endless joy to my life. And hats off to my editor, Denise Zaza, who has worked with me through almost sixty books. Hereâs to sixty more.
Prologue
Faith Ashburn emphasized her deep-set brown eyes with a coat of thick black liner and then took a step away from the mirror to see the full effect of the makeup sheâd caked onto her pale skin. The haunted eyes that stared back at her were the only part of the face she recognized.
Her irises mirrored the way she felt. Lost. Trapped in a nightmare. The anxiety so intense the lining of her stomach seemed to be on fire.
But sheâd go back out there tonight, into the smoke and groping, the stares that crawled across her skin like hairy spiders. Sheâd smile and endure the depravityâpraying, always praying for some crumb of information that would lead her to her son.
Cornell was eighteen now. Physically, he was a man. Mentally and emotionally, he was a kid, at least he was in her mind. A trusting, naive boy who needed his mother and his meds.
Faithâs bare feet sank into the thick mauve carpet as she stepped back into her bedroom and tugged on her patterned panty hose. Then she pulled the low-cut, trampy black dress from the closet and stepped into it.