Caught In A Bind. Gayle Roper

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      There, gleaming softly under the harsh overhead light, sat a silver convertible.

      “It came three days ago.” Randy ran his hand lovingly over the sleek curve of one fender. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

      “That it is.” I began to circle the car. I didn’t want to prick Randy’s balloon, but all I could think of was how inappropriate this expensive car was for a novice driver. The potential for a serious accident was incredible!

      If Randy met a sycamore in this marvelous car, he would be in big trouble.

      I bent down to peer inside. I might as well study the upholstery before it was drenched with Randy’s blood.

      Someone had beaten Randy to it.

      Blood stained the passenger seat and floor.

      I knew there had to be very little, if any, left in the very dead man who slumped against the gray leather interior….

      GAYLE ROPER

      has always loved stories, and she’s authored more than forty books. Gayle has won a Romance Writers of America’s RITA® Award for Best Inspirational Romance and finaled repeatedly for both RITA® and Christy® awards, won three Holt Medallions, a Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Inspirational Readers Choice Contest and a Lifetime Achievement Award as well as the Award of Excellence. Several writers’ conferences have cited her for her contributions to the training of writers. Her articles have appeared in numerous periodicals including Discipleship Journal and Moody Magazine, and she has contributed chapters and short stories to several anthologies. She enjoys speaking at writers’ conferences and women’s events, reading and eating out. She adores her kids and grandkids, and loves her own personal patron of the arts, her husband, Chuck.

      Caught in a Bind

      Gayle Roper

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      When I am afraid, I will trust in you.

      —Psalms 56:3

      For Christine Tangvald with love.

      You are a woman of God who knows how to live godly in Christ Jesus. And you are fun! I wouldn’t have missed all those writers’ conferences and Disney World visits for anything.

      CONTENTS

       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

      ONE

      This time I got myself into trouble without Jolene’s help. Not that she didn’t contribute, but at least she wasn’t the cause. Edie was. Or rather, Edie’s husband.

      Edie Whatley is my coworker at The News: The Voice of Amhearst and Chester County, where she is editor of the family page and a features writer. I’m a general reporter and features writer.

      “Edie,” I called across the aisle that separated our desks. “Can I do the ironmonger’s mansion at Hibernia Park for the Great Homes of Chester County series?” I thought it would be fun to write about that the big pale orange home set on the knoll above the gently sloping lawn.

      There was no response from Edie.

      “Edie!”

      Still nothing.

      I frowned. It wasn’t like her not to answer, especially since she was doing nothing but staring at her CRT screen.

      Then spoke Jolene, Queen of Tact. “Edie, what in the world’s the matter with you, woman? You’ve been a mess all day.”

      “Jolene!” I was appalled, but I had to admit that she got Edie’s attention. Edie blinked, skewered by Jolene’s accusing gaze.

      “Spill it,” Jolene demanded. “Is it Randy?” Randy was Edie’s fifteen-year-old son whose life journey kept all of us glued for the next painful installment.

      “Randy’s fine,” Edie said.

      Jolene and I looked at each other, then back at Edie.

      “He is?” I blurted with more disbelief than was probably good for our friendship.

      “Well, probably fine is too strong a word, but he’s not bad.”

      “He’s not?” Jolene’s surprise was equally obvious.

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