An Agent for Jessica by Julia Ridgmont (pen name for Laura Walker) –  Autumn/Halloween Countdown Blitz 2019



Julia Ridgmont grew up in the American West, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she knows how to ride a horse. What it does mean, however, is that she loves to weave the country’s rich history into riveting tales full of romance and intrigue.

When she’s not writing, Julia enjoys cooking, sewing costumes for her children, spending time with her husband, and watching her children perform in sports or plays—or, if she’s really bored or stuck on a plot twist, cleaning the house. She also writes contemporary inspirational romance under her real name, Laura L. Walker.

Follow Julia as she unveils heroes whose strength and courage are only surpassed by their tenderness, and heroines who hide their lonely hearts with a cover of steel. It will take overcoming insurmountable odds and an iron will for them to find a love that lasts forever. Luckily, they have Julia to help them along.


To guard his heart or protect two little girls . . . Is he willing to risk it all?

1871

Pinkerton detective Chas Bryant’s last job for the agency is supposed to be easy—deliver a cache of stolen items back to Mount Vernon after recovering them from profiteers. Soon, however, Chas discovers that nothing in this case is simple. When he’s called upon to search for a little girl gone missing after her parents are murdered, there’s only one woman who can help him . . . but he’ll need to make her his wife in order to complete the investigation.

Jessica Flanders is only trying to rescue her younger sister from a fate bleaker than death. How can the powers that be possibly think that separating them from each other is a good idea? Jessica made a dying promise to her parents. Now she needs Chas’s help to get her sister back, but when they dig deeper into the matter, they discover another little girl with an even greater need for being rescued.

Soon it becomes clear that someone else is searching for the missing girl, too. Can they keep her safe until the case is solved and the murderers are caught? If so, Chas and Jessica will need to forge a bond that is stronger than the evil forces surrounding them, and in the process, a love that will never be lost.

Read each of the Pinkerton Matchmaker stories in any order. These agents give the phrase “married to your work” a whole new meaning!


Snippet:

“I’ve made a promise to serve and protect the people of this land, and that is what I intend to do. You are old enough to fend for yourself. This little girl isn’t. And wanting to keep her under your delicate wing, without a husband to aid you, is not only pure foolishness but selfish to boot.”
Jessica reared back as if she’d been slapped. How could wanting to take care of her sister be considered selfish? She stood to her full height of five-foot-six and told the deputy, “I resent that remark. I demand that you hand my sister over right this minute!”
“And I demand that you remove yourself from the premises. You have until the count of three before I arrest you.”
“Jessica!” Amy whimpered, her huge eyes nearly taking up all the space in the upper half of her face.
Jessica’s heart pounded. What should she do?
“One . . .”
Whatever it was, she needed to do it quickly.
“Two . . .”
Please, Lord, show me a way to keep Amy.
“Thr—”
“There you are, darling!”
A new voice, one that Jessica didn’t recognize, came from her left. The deep baritone cut off the deputy’s threat. Jessica turned toward that voice to find a man whose dark hair was cut short on the sides, and whose slight beard and temples were touched with gray, approach from her side. “I’m sorry I was so late getting off work. I saw your note, saying that you had come here, and followed as fast as I could.”
Jessica’s jaw went slack. As the man placed one large hand on her shoulder and leaned in for a kiss on her cheek, she fought the urge to slap him for taking such liberties. The stranger smiled even wider at her discomfiture and resumed his playacting. “What seems to be the problem? And why are we meeting here at this orphanage?”
“Um . . .”
The man had eyes that were bluer than the Potomac. Oh, my.




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