A cop, a
criminal’s twin and a cabin where anything can happen.
Carolyn Trufant has only recently discovered she has a twin.
When Jasmine calls for help, she goes immediately, not
willing to lose this new-found bond. Once in Atlanta, she
finds herself in a succession of whirlwind events that
result in a handsome cop taking her to a secure location in
the Sierra Nevada Mountains. But she’s not her targeted
sister. And so the secret begins.
Declan McBride is the Atlanta PD cop assigned to protect
Jasmine Hoyer, a woman who drives him crazy with all her
escaping and disregard for the law. After he decides to put
her somewhere safe that she can’t escape from him, he finds
that he’s strangely starting to like this new Jasmine.
They grow closer and endure a lot together. But what if
Declan discovers she’s not quite who she says she is? And
how will Carolyn cope when she finds herself having to take
her new identity to a dangerous, life-threatening level?
“I need your help,
Carolyn Trufant nearly dropped the crystal vase she was
filling in the sink. “What’s wrong, Jasmine?”
Cars honked. People yelled. The sounds of a busy
metropolis’s downtown reverberated through the phone line.
Where is she?
“Help me, please!”
She set the vase down, struggling to hear and decipher the
rest of what Jasmine was saying. “I can’t hear you.”
“…meet me, please.”
“Jasmine?” Her voice rose a few notches. “Where do you want
me to meet you?”
“Come down to Atlanta, please. Meet me where I told you I
first visited when I got here. At ten p.m. please, tomorrow.
I’m…really scared.” The call went dead.
Shit. Carolyn’s hands shook like leaves in a stiff breeze.
She hung her head and tried to control her racing, out of
What could she do? What should she do would be a better
I have to help her. There’s no way I am going to lose her
after just finding her.
Caro stroked a finger along the silken petals of the flowers
she’d received moments before her sister had called. She
loved the variety in the mixture of flowers. Of course I
have to go.
Allowing herself one more inhalation of the fragrant floral
blooms, she swept her gaze around the room, ensuring all
items resided in their proper place. Then she went to her
office and booked herself a flight to Atlanta.
That evening, once supper had been eaten and cleaned up
after, she curled up on one end of her sofa, tucked her feet
beneath her and stared through the window of her Madison,
She closed her eyes and her thoughts drifted to Jasmine. Her
sister. More than that. Her twin. A woman she’d met a month
and a half ago. Separated at birth and adopted by other
families who didn’t know about each other. In fact, even the
paperwork stated she had no other known siblings.
To say it had been a shock when Jasmine had first contacted
her would be the understatement of the year. Caro had been
suspicious, hard not to be when she’d received such a call.
She’d asked her parents before about siblings and they’d
given her the paperwork, which had denied such things.
Still, regardless of her doubts, she’d gone and met her in
There had been no denying it the moment she’d laid eyes on
Jasmine. They’d spent the weekend catching up and learning
about one another. Since then they’d exchanged some calls
and had discussed having another ‘sister’ weekend soon. But
never a call for help.