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  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  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

  Epilogue

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

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  ISBN # 978-1-78184-981-1

  ©Copyright Aliyah Burke 2014

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright February 2014

  Edited by Sarah Smeaton

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 2.

  What’s Her Secret?

  PRECONCEPTION

  Aliyah Burke

  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?

  Dedication

  Thanks to all my readers who never fail to make me smile with their lovely emails and notes. I wouldn’t be where I am today without all y’all. To my husband who is always supportive, no matter where in the world he is. I love you. And as always, my heartfelt thanks to the men and women who selflessly serve their country so that we may be safe. God Bless you and your families!

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes: Eleanor Coerr

  Coca-Cola: The Coca-Cola Company

  Starbucks: Starbucks Corporation

  Crown Vic: Ford Motor Company

  Jeep: Chrysler Group LLC

  Disney: The Walt Disney Company

  Outback: Subaru

  BMW: BMW AG

  Sportscenter: ESPN Inc.

  Kindle: Amazon.com, Inc.

  Snickers: Mars, Inc.

  Whatchamacallit: The Hershey Company

  Babcock: Babcock Hall Dairy Store

  Glock: Glock Ges.m.b.H.

  Evolution: DW II Distribution Co., LLC

  DDM4 V5: Daniel Defense

  MP5: Heckler & Koch GmbH (HK)

  Chapter One

  “I need your help, Carolyn!”

  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 control emotions.

  What could she do? What should she do would be a better question.

  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, Wisconsin, apartment.

  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 Saint Louis.

  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.

  She walked to the large window and stared over the twinkling lights of her city. “Never a call with someone sounding so scared either.” Caro rested her head against the glass and sighed.

  Concerned, she made her way and packed her carry-on. She didn’t expect to stay all that long but could take a bit of time off if needed since she had plenty of accumulated days. Lifting the receiver to her landline, she sat on the edge of her bed. She sucked on her lip as she dialed a memorized number. Yes, it was programmed but she did it this way to give herself a bit more time. Not much, true, but anything would be accepted.

  “Hello?”

  The gentle voice on the other end had her smiling. “Hi, Mama.” />
  “Caro. How are you doing, baby?”

  “Fine, Mama. I just wanted to let you and Daddy know I’m taking a short trip.” She cleared her throat. “Out of town.”

  “Hmm. Where to?”

  “Down south.” She winced, hating the lie she was about to tell. “I have a two week vacation I’m spending in a timeshare.”

  “Really? You didn’t say anything earlier.”

  Because I didn’t know the twin—my twin sister you know nothing about—was going to call me asking for help. “Came up out of the blue. You remember my roommate, Jen? She was going to go but couldn’t.” She scrunched her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just got off the phone with her. I have the time so I figured… Why not?”

  More noncommittal noises. “Where down south?”

  “Atlanta. I don’t have the info yet since she hasn’t texted it to me.”

  “You’re leaving when?”

  She could see her mother standing there with her head cocked to the side. “Early tomorrow.” Late tonight technically but what was one more lie in the grand scheme of things? She was already going to hell.

  Her mom, silent for a moment, then made a delicate throat clearing sound. “Have fun and be safe.”

  “Thanks, Mama.” The flush of deceit spread across her neck and face. She despised lying to her parents. “Tell Daddy I say hi. Love to both.”

  Caro hung up and whimpered.

  I feel terrible about this.

  Her parents were an amazing couple who’d adopted her and raised her alongside the youngest of their naturally born children. A well-respected couple, they had raised her to understand hard work. When she’d come to Madison for college she hadn’t left, and now she worked for the same institution that had supplied her degree. Her boss had been on her case constantly about taking some time off, so she placed a call and left a message on his phone.

  Her final call was to her friend who also rented in the same building, Terri Mosse.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Terri. I need a favor.”

  “Sure thing, babe. What can I do for you?” The blaring music softened. “Everything okay?”

  “I’m heading to Atlanta tonight for no more than a couple of weeks.”

  She whistled low. “Jasmine?”

  “Yes.” Why did she feel horrible that Terri knew but not her parents?

  “You are stressed. What happened?”

  “I don’t know. She’s frightened out of her mind. Asked me to help her.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I can’t ignore her. She’s my twin.”

  “I’m not judging, babe. You need to go, go. I will take care of your place. When should I expect you back?”

  She pursed her lips. “Not sure. I’m giving myself two weeks if she needs help getting back on her feet. No more than that I wouldn’t imagine.”

  “Your plans change, you let me know.”

  “I will.”

  “Caro?”

  “Yes, Terri?” She carried her bag to the door.

  “Be careful, yeah?”

  “I will.” They hung up and she pocketed her phone.

  She left her apartment, alarm set and door locked, before making her way to the front where she waved for a taxi.

  Guilt nagged her as she settled against the leather seat. Her parents—adoptive some may call them, she called them her parents—deserved better than this. They loved her as much as their other children. She’d never felt like she didn’t belong in the family. This lying to them was ripping at her gut.

  Yes, she could tell them but when she’d asked about what they knew in regards to her birth parents or if she had blood siblings there had been pain in their eyes. She despised hurting them and so when Jasmine had first contacted her, she’d kept it to herself. And the first meeting. Partly to protect them—if she hadn’t gotten along with Jasmine, only Caro would have been hurt.

  May not have been the smartest thing to leave without telling them exactly where I was going.

  She sat up a bit more as the cab drew to a halt before the Dane County Airport below the Delta sign. Passing the driver as she exited, she handed him a bill. “Keep the change.”

  “Thank you.”

  She smiled and walked inside to the first kiosk, bag on her shoulder. Before long she had her boarding ticket and was making her way through to security and on to her gate.

  Seated in first class, she used the pillow and blanket provided after storing her bag. She closed her eyes and waited for them to take off, alone in her row. She’d raised the rest between the seats.

  The flight was uneventful and she woke with the announcement of flight attendants preparing the cabin for landing. She watched the night lights of Atlanta come into view as they approached the airport.

  As they taxied to the terminal gate, she withdrew her bag from beneath the seat ahead of her, her nerves suddenly going wonky. She chewed on the side of her lip and wished that she had her papers—she made origami swans when she got stressed or nervous. As a child she’d read Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes and had created a thousand of her own and hung them up in her room. It was the only shape she could make but she had the ability to create them from any papers.

  The seatbelt light blinked off and she gained her feet, swung her bag in front of her and disembarked. Once firmly in the airport, she sidestepped an employee then sent Terri a text before striking out.

  She waited for a taxi and gazed around taking it all in. The night was warm, despite it being autumn.

  “The Marriott on Peachtree,” she informed the driver as he held the door for her.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  It didn’t take long after arriving for her to secure a room and ride the elevator up to it on the thirty-fourth floor. Bag on the bed, she went to the window and stared out. The golden dome of the capital shone brightly against the night skyline.

  * * * *

  She spent the next day touring the Underground and sampling Coca-Cola in flavors she’d never imagined. Dinner she ate at one of the restaurants in the hotel then at nine she took a taxi to where Jasmine had told her she’d first visited when she’d moved to the capital city.

  Caro got out, paid her fare and strolled into the downtown shopping complex. After making her way to the bookstore she grabbed a small table in the café and sipped the coffee she’d ordered.

  A few minutes before the allotted meeting time a woman with a large hat and big sunglasses swept into the seat across from her. The items were removed and Caro frowned. Jasmine.

  “Jasmine, what is going on? No more of this cryptic talk.”

  Jasmine held up a finger then went to order a drink and muffin. Caro stared at her twin. They didn’t much look alike currently. Sure there were, of course, similarities but Jasmine’s hair was pink—bright pink—now and styled, short and spiky. Her clothing… I wouldn’t be caught dead in that.

  Her skintight jeans looked uncomfortable. The stilettos, while extremely nice, were black as was the tight leather jacket she had on, its numerous zippers catching then reflecting the overhead lights.

  Jasmine was hiding something. Granted, she didn’t know her all that well, but Caro wasn’t about to ignore her suspicions. Her sister returned, hips swaying with every step and sat.

  There had been no hug or even a half-hearted attempt at one. Caro drummed her fingers along the rim of her plain coffee and watched Jasmine drink the concoction she had. “Well?” Caro prompted.

  “I’m in trouble.” Her fingers clenched on the cup. “There are some guys after me.”

  Unease skittered up her spine. “For what? What do they want and who are the ‘guys’ that are after you?”

  Brown eyes met hers. “Really bad guys, Caro. I didn’t want to bring you in but”—she glanced around again—“I hoped you wouldn’t mind going with me to talk to the cops.” A shrug. “Cop. The one who I’ve been…dealing with. In fact I’d like you to go for me so I can take care of some things I can’t do with five-oh a
round.”

  Holding up her hand, Caro shook her head. “What did you do? And what makes you think I would go as you.”

  “I just told what I saw. It was against a crime boss. His men want to kill me so I can’t testify against him.”

  Crime boss? She had a sinking feeling. “You want me to go in your place to meet some cop?” I need as much information as I can get here.

  “Officer Declan McBride.”

  She rolled her eyes and Caro got the feeling these two didn’t get along all that well.

  “And what, he doesn’t believe you?”

  Her twin shrugged. “We aren’t what you could call the best of friends. He doesn’t like me and… Let’s just say the feeling is mutual.” She drank. “The problem also is he has…certain views about how I am and may not be inclined to believe I will be there to testify.”

  Caro kept her expression composed. She knew Jasmine’s adoptive parents had died and she’d been their only child so when they’d gone, she’d had no one. Jasmine’s expression was tortured.

  Outrage grew inside her, unfolding like angry tendrils. How dare this man treat her sister this way. It had to be horribly frightening to be expected to testify against a crime boss especially feeling so alone.

  “Okay, I’ll go in your place. I’ll help you, whatever you need. He can think what he wants, we’re sisters. Twins. It’s what we do for one another. I’ll go and you get your stuff done.” She finished her coffee. “When and where?”

  “Thank you!” Jasmine smiled brightly and touched Caro’s hand. “We can do lunch after, it shouldn’t take too long. Tomorrow morning. I’m going to need you to hang with him for a short time so I can get a few things taken care of. Things I can’t do with a cop hanging around me. But I think if everyone is thinking you’re me and I’m, meaning you, are with the cops I can get this stuff done. Then I’ll come back and we’ll trade off again.” She wrote an address down on a napkin and slid it over to her. “We should switch bags as well in case he wants your—my—ID.”

  Caro hesitated. Give up her bag? Is this legal? “Is this why you wanted to meet tonight? Like this? You’re scared?”

  An indescribable emotion filled her features and Caro had that uncertainty again. Jasmine nodded and ate some of her muffin. “I figured they were listening to me and wouldn’t know where I was talking about. I wanted to get your help before I went back to the cops.” She fidgeted.