JAYNE WELCOMES PAULA GRAVES

Jayne, here, to welcome back romantic-suspense author Paula Graves. She's got a hot new series debuting and the best part is that the first two books are being published back-to-back this month and next so you don't have to wait to read the second book!

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Hi, y'all. Thanks for letting me talk a little bit about my new series from Harlequin Intrigue, "Cooper Justice." The books center around the Coopers, a large, boisterous family who runs a fishing camp and marina on Gossamer Lake in Chickasaw County, Alabama. Some have moved away, while others have stayed, but they all feel the inescapable pull of family and home.

And love, of course. Growing up with parents still happy and in love after over forty years, the Cooper siblings all secretly yearn to find that same forever kind of love.

The first two books in the series, CASE FILE: CANYON CREEK, WYOMING and CHICKASAW COUNTY CAPTIVE, come out back to back this month and next. And the heroes in both books, Riley Patterson and Sam Cooper, share one attribute: they both need a second chance at forever love.

I love stories about love the second time around. I think people are hotwired to seek love in their lives, and just because you've known love, and lost it, doesn't mean you can't find love again, does it? Sometimes, we're lucky enough to find a powerful, fulfilling love more than once in our lives. And sometimes, we find the love we thought we had before but never really did. Those are themes I explore in the first two books of the Cooper Justice series.

When the only Cooper sister, Hannah, is ambushed by a serial killer posing as a cop during her Wyoming vacation, she's the only one of the killer's victims who escaped to tell about it. She's now a person of extreme interest to Wyoming cop Riley Patterson, who's been hunting the killer since the murder of his own wife three years earlier. But there's a big problem: Hannah can't remember much about the attack. Now, she and Riley are in a race to figure out just what it is she can't remember before the killer finishes what he started.

Riley starts the story very much in love with another woman, his deceased wife. But she's gone and he's still young, vital and alive. When he finds himself drawn to feisty Hannah, will he take a second chance on love?

Then, in February 2010's CHICKASAW COUNTY CAPTIVE, we meet Sam Cooper, a prosecutor who has just returned to Chickasaw County. Someone is targeting Sam, using his daughter Maddy to do it. After an attempted kidnapping leaves four-year-old daughter Maddy traumatized and her teenaged cousin/babysitter in a coma, Sam knows he needs help protecting his family and finding out who's behind the attack. But he's not sure Kristen Tandy, a young female police detective with a notoriously tragic past, is the right person for the job.

Sam's not pining for a dead wife. Instead, he's dealing with a living ex-wife, his daughter Maddy's mother Norah, who didn't love him enough to stick around for marriage once motherhood was involved. So the last thing he needs to do is fall for a woman who has a phobia about children. Kristen's tragic past explains her aversion, but can Sam help her work through her fears? Or, for his daughter's sake, will he have to walk away from a second chance at love?

Here's a sneak peek at my February book, CHICKASAW COUNTY CAPTIVE, featuring Sam and Kristen:

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Blue and cherry lights strobed the night sky as Sam Cooper muscled his Jeep into a tight turn onto Mission Road. Ahead, a phalanx of police cars and rescue units spread haphazardly across the narrow road in front of his house.

He parked the Cherokee behind the nearest police cruiser, his pounding heart outracing the pulses of light. Ignoring the gaggle of curious onlookers, he took the porch steps two at a time and pushed past the uniformed cop standing in the doorway.

"Sir, you can't—"

Sam ignored him, scanning the narrow foyer until he caught sight of his older brother's terrified face. "J.D.?"

J. D. Cooper turned at the sound of his name. The look on his face made Sam's stomach turn queasy flips. "Is Cissy okay?" he asked J.D. "Where's Maddy?"

J.D.'s gaze flickered back to the paramedics working over the unconscious body of his teenage daughter lying on the woven rug in the middle of the foyer. "Cissy's alive but they can't get her to respond."

Sam's heart skipped a beat. "What the hell happened? What about Maddy?"

J.D. looked at him again. "We don't know."

The panic Sam had held in check broke free, suffocating him. He started toward the stairs up to the bedroom, where he'd last seen his daughter when he kissed her good-night before leaving for his business dinner.

J.D. caught his arm, jerking him to a stop. "She's not up there. We looked."

Sam tugged his arm away. "Maybe she's in another room—"

J.D. gestured at the obvious signs of a struggle. "Cissy didn't just fall down and hit her head, Sam! Someone did this to her! Someone took Maddy."

Sam shook his head, not willing to believe it.

A pair of detectives moved toward them, their badges hooked to their waistbands. All that broke through the haze of Sam's panic was the sympathy in the man's eyes and the complete lack of expression on the woman's face.

The female introduced herself. "Kristen Tandy, Gossamer Ridge Police Department. This is Detective Jason Foley. You're the home owner?"

"Sam Cooper." He bit back impatience. "My daughter's missing."

"Yes, sir, we know," Detective Foley said.

His sympathetic tone only ramped up Sam's agitation. "What else do you know?"

"We've searched the house and the property, and we have officers questioning neighbors, as well," Detective Tandy replied. Her flat, emotionless drawl lacked the practiced gentleness of her partner, but it better suited Sam's mood. He focused his eyes on her face, taking in the clear blue of her eyes and the fine, almost delicate bone structure.

Damn, she's young, he thought.

Foley took Sam's elbow. "Mr. Cooper, let's find somewhere to sit down—"

"Don't handle me," Sam snapped at Foley, jerking his arm away. "I'm a Jefferson County prosecutor. I know how this works. My four-year-old is missing. I want to know what you know about what happened here. Every detail—"

"We're not sure of every detail," Detective Foley began.

"Then tell me what you think you know."

"At 8:47 p.m. your brother J.D. called to check on your niece Cissy to see how she and your daughter were doing," Foley answered. Behind him, his partner wandered away from them, moving past the paramedics and out of view. Sam found his attention wandering with her, wondering if she knew something she didn't want him to know. Something bad.

Foley's voice dragged him away from his bleak thoughts. "When your niece didn't answer her cell phone, he tried your landline, with no luck. So he came by to check in person and found the front door ajar and your niece on the floor here in the foyer, unconscious."

Movement to their right drew the detective's attention for a moment. Sam followed his gaze and saw the paramedics putting his niece onto a stretcher. His chest tightened with worry. "How badly is she hurt?"

"She's been roughed up a little. There's a lump on the back of her head." Foley looked back at Sam. "There's some concern because she hasn't regained consciousness."

Pushing aside his own fear, Sam walked away from Foley and crossed to his niece's side, falling into step with J.D. "She's a fighter, J.D. You know that."

His brother's attempt at a smile broke Sam's heart. "She's a Cooper, right?"

"Mom and Dad have Mike?" Sam asked, referring to J. D.'s eleven-year-old son. Poor kid, growing up without a mother and now facing another possible loss…

"Yeah. I'd better call 'em." J.D. headed out behind the paramedics carrying his daughter out to the ambulance.

"Mr. Cooper?" Detective Foley stepped into the space J.D. just vacated. "We have some questions—"

Sam turned to look at him. Foley's gaze was tinged with pity disguised as sympathy.

"What?" Sam asked impatiently.

"What was Maddy wearing tonight?" Foley asked.

"She was in jeans and a 'Bama sweatshirt when I left her in her bedroom with Cissy," Sam answered, the memory of his daughter's earlier goodbye kiss haunting him. "She didn't want me to leave. Tuesday is extra-story night."

"We found those clothes in the hamper outside her room," Foley said. "Maybe she'd already dressed for bed?"

"Then she's in Winnie the Pooh pajamas. Blue ones. She won't wear anything else to bed. I had to buy three identical sets." He fought a tidal wave of despair. He knew the odds against finding Maddy alive grew exponentially the longer she was missing.

"We'll put out an Amber Alert," Foley said.

Sam walked away, needing space to breathe. The thought that he might never see his daughter alive again made his knees shake and his chest tighten.

"Mr. Cooper?" The sympathy in Foley's voice was almost more than Sam could bear.

"I need a minute," Sam said.

"Sure. Take all the time you need." Foley stepped away. A few feet away, Sam saw the female detective edge toward the staircase. Her eyes met his briefly, her expression grim. Then she turned and headed up the stairs.

Sam's heart squeezed into a knot. Take all the time he needed? Time was the one thing he didn't have. Not if he wanted to find his child alive.

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The house was clean but lived-in, the carpet runner in the upstairs hallway slightly askew, as if someone had hit it at a run.

Kristen Tandy moved past Mark Goddard, one of the two uniformed officers tasked with evidence collection, and crossed to a door standing slightly ajar. "Checked in here?" she asked.

Goddard looked up at her. "It's a storage area. Full of boxes. Didn't look like much had been touched, but I'll get to it before we leave."

She donned a pair of latex gloves. "Can I take a look?"

Goddard frowned. "Do you have to?"

But she'd already opened the door and flicked on the light.

Inside, the room was a mess. Stacks of boxes, mostly full, filled the spare bedroom. The Coopers hadn't been living here long, she guessed. Hadn't finished unpacking from the move.

"Maddy?" She stopped and listened. She heard no response, but the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She stepped deeper into the room, squeezing between two stacks of boxes. "Are you in here?"

There was still no answer, but Kristen thought she heard a noise behind the boxes ahead. She froze in place, her head cocked. The sound of Goddard at work just outside the room mingled with a faint hum of conversation from downstairs.

"When I was a little girl, my favorite game was hide-and-seek." She formed the words from her frozen lips. "I was good at it, you see, because I was so little. I could go places nobody else could go. So they never, ever found me until I was ready to be found."

She eased forward, past a large box in the middle of the room, ignoring the tremble in her belly. "I bet you're good at hiding, too, aren't you, Maddy?"

A faint rustling noise came from the back of the room. Beyond the stack of boxes in front of her, she spotted a door. The closet, she guessed.

"My name is Kristen Tandy. I'm a police officer. I came here to help your cousin Cissy."

A faint hiccough sent a ripple of triumph racing through Kristen's gut, followed quickly by a rush of sheer dread. Taking a bracing breath, she pushed aside a box to get to the closet and pulled open the door.

Four-year-old Maddy Cooper gazed up at Kristen with tear-stained green eyes, her face damp and flushed. "I want my Daddy," she whimpered.

Kristen crouched in front of Maddy, helping her to her feet. The little girl's hands were soft and tiny, and up close, she smelled sweet. Kristen felt her knees wobble and she put one hand on the door frame to steady herself.

Do your job, Tandy.

She looked Maddy over quickly. No obvious signs of injury, she noted with almost crushing relief. "Are you okay, Maddy? Do you hurt anywhere?"

"Kristen?" Foley called from somewhere behind them.

Maddy Cooper flung herself at Kristen, her arms tightening around her. The little girl buried her tear-damp face in Kristen's neck, shaking with fear.

"It's okay," she soothed, fighting the primal urge to push the little girl away and run as fast and as far as she could—the way she felt every time she was this close to a child. Instead, she picked Maddy up and turned to face her partner. The scent of baby shampoo filled her lungs, making her feel weak, but she clung to her equilibrium.

Sam Cooper stood by Foley, staring at her with eyes full of shock and fragile hope. "Maddy?"

At the sound of her father's voice, Maddy wriggled to get away. Kristen put her down, and the child weaved through the stacks of boxes to reach her father.

He scooped her into his arms and smothered her face with kisses. "Oh, baby, are you okay?" Sam held his daughter away to get a good look.

Kristen looked away, a powerful ache spreading like poison in her chest.

"The bad man hurt Cissy!" Maddy wailed.

"I know, baby, but the bad man is gone now. And Cissy's getting help. It'll be all right now, okay?" Out of the corner of her eye, Kristen saw Sam Cooper thumb away the tears spilling from his daughter's eyes.

"Mr. Cooper, we need to ask Maddy—" Foley began.

"Enough, Foley," Kristen said flatly, joining them in the doorway. "You might want to take her to the hospital, too, let a doctor check her over," she said to Sam. "We'll talk to you soon." She grabbed her partner's arm, tugging him with her as she headed out of the room. She couldn't stay there one minute longer, she knew.

Foley stopped in the middle of the hallway. "How the hell did you know—?"

"Kids like to play hide-and-seek," she said, moving ahead of him down the hallway.

She knew from experience.

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So what about you? Do you believe in second chances at love? Do you like to read those kinds of stories? Do you have a second chance at love story of your own to share?

-- Paula Graves
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