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  BANG-BANG THERE GOES YOUR HEART

  After being shot and left for dead by his partner, US Marshal Lincoln Jameson questions whether he'll ever put on a badge again. To help get his head straight, he takes off for the mountains where he meets the beautiful and compelling Mikayla O’Kane who's recently witnessed her ex-fiancé’s murder. Following a vicious attack, Linc vows to protect her, and will do whatever is necessary to keep her alive. Mikayla resists witness protection, and will fight anyone, especially the hunky marshal who wants to put her in a cage, even if it's for her own safety. With complications arising at every turn, Linc's past and future collide in a deadly confrontation he must survive so he can start his life with the woman who has stolen his heart.

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  Solitary Man

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  Already Gone

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  “A wonderful story about second chances. The minute you start reading, you will be instantly hooked. The author weaves a tale of drama and romance that keeps you enthralled and turning the pages. Maddie is feisty and Logan is her brooding and over protective suffering hero. The sparks fly every time they see each other. Eventually they give in and realize that they are perfect for each other and have always been. This is a great story right up to the last word.” ~Simatsu

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  Deadly Purpose

  I loved everything about this book, and it made me want to check out the other books in the series! The immediate suspense drew me in, and the High Sierras setting was perfect, as was the mysterious stranger Meg finds in her cabin. This novel had a well-written, exciting, and descriptive narrative that kept me glued from start to finish. Without giving away spoilers, the author has crafted one exciting, romantic ride, full of twists and turns. I highly recommend this book and can’t wait to see what the author comes up with next. ~Sebastian Moran

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  “I've looked forward to every book in this series and have enjoyed each one, loving the characters as it feels you walk with them through exciting, scary situations and sigh as relationships become beautiful. This was an exciting story with almost nonstop action and heart stopping dangers. All of my favorite people in Hangman's Loss are together to help Jack, Dory, Adrian and the town through crisis.” ~JLocke

  HIDDEN BETRAYAL

  The Jamesons, US Marshals – Book One

  Diane Benefiel

  www.BOROUGHSPUBLISHINGGROUP.com

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Boroughs Publishing Group does not have any control over and does not assume responsibility for author or third-party websites, blogs or critiques or their content.

  HIDDEN BETRAYAL

  Copyright © 2019 Diane Benefiel

  All rights reserved. Unless specifically noted, no part of this publication may be reproduced, scanned, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of Boroughs Publishing Group. The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or by any other means without the permission of Boroughs Publishing Group is illegal and punishable by law. Participation in the piracy of copyrighted materials violates the author’s rights.

  ISBN 978-1-951055-09-7

  E-book formatting by Maureen Cutajar

  www.gopublished.com

  To my beautiful, creative, and kind daughter, Katharine. It has been gratifying and heartwarming to see my child blossom into a wonderful wife and mother.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Several people had their eyes on this book before final publication. Katharine Montgomery helped with initial brainstorming, Phoenix Bunke edited an e
arly draft, and the final whipping-into-shape and push toward publication came from the ever-supportive Michelle Klayman at Boroughs Publishing Group. Thanks to you all.

  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

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  About the Author

  HIDDEN BETRAYAL

  Chapter One

  Gun gripped tight, back to the wall, Linc breathed slowly to settle himself. Shit. A leak. There had to be a leak within the Marshals Service. No other explanation fit. Bullets still slamming into the not-so-safe safe house were evidence enough. The witness he’d dragged out was cowering next to him. Adrenaline surging, Linc pulled out his cell and yelled, “We’re under fire. Get me backup.” He shoved the phone back in his pocket.

  Odds are by the time help arrived they’d all be dead.

  “What the fuck, man?” Rounds fired and his witness had lost the gangster swagger. “You marshals are supposed to protect my ass.” Joey “the Mouse” Medrano huddled beside him in the shadowed hallway. Blood dripped from a cut over Joey’s eye, adding a scarlet bloom to the teardrop etched onto his right cheek. Linc wiped the blood from his own forehead. Shots through the front windows had sent shattered glass flying.

  “You’re alive, aren’t you?”

  “That’s the fuckin’ cartel out there. Fuckin’ trying to kill me, man.” His voice, irritatingly high pitched—hence “the mouse”—quavered. Linc suspected the tattoos covering every available skin surface, including Joey’s eyelids, were more an attempt to appear badass than proof.

  “Don’t know what happened, but we’ll get you out of this.” Linc listened intently. Where the hell was his partner? “Donny!”

  Outside, tires squealed and a door slammed.

  “They’re fuckin’ coming for me. You gotta fuckin’ protect me.”

  He didn’t have time to marvel at Joey’s ability to use “fuck” at least once in every sentence. Linc yelled for his partner again. “Donny, you hit?”

  “I’m fine.” Donny’s voice came from the other side of the wall in the kitchen. He sounded odd, like he had to force the words out. He spoke again, clearer this time. “I think we can get him out the back, through the gate. Take him out through the alley.”

  “I ain’t goin’ through the fuckin’ alley. They’ll know you’ll fuckin’ go that way.”

  “Shut up. Let me think.” Footsteps rushing the front door decided for him. Grabbing Joey by the collar, Linc pulled the other man with him into the kitchen. And came to a skidding stop. “Shit, Donny. Lower your weapon before you shoot me.”

  His partner didn’t lower his weapon. “Sorry, Linc.”

  The front door crashed against the wall.

  “What the—”

  Even as Linc raised his gun, a muzzle flashed with a sharp cracking sound. The instantaneous punch to his chest sent Linc reeling. A second flash and the world went dark.

  ***

  “Wake up, Lincoln. Wake up, baby.”

  The warm caress on his forehead soothed, almost enough to lull him back into the gray.

  “Oh no you don’t. Stay with me this time.”

  “Mom?” He must have actually spoken, because the hand against his skin stilled. He blinked open his eyes to see his mother’s face crumble. Shit.

  “Good job, you made Mom cry.”

  His gaze traveled around the hospital room before resting on the tall woman standing on the other side of the bed. Despite the jibe, his sister’s lowered brows over serious blue eyes and clenched jaw screamed worried. Couldn’t mistake that. He would have tried for a snide comment but his throat felt like he’d swallowed rocks.

  “Water.”

  His mother dabbed her eyes with a tissue and dipped her face to kiss his forehead before reaching for a plastic cup with a straw. “You bet, sweetie.”

  He swallowed the icy water with relief. His gaze sought out his sister’s. “What happened?”

  “Your double-crossing, snake-in-the-grass, backstabbing partner is what happened.”

  “Ellie, not now. Your brother needs to rest.” Margaret Bollinger’s voice held the same tone that had kept a teenaged Linc from straying too far out of line.

  “Did he get Joey?” They needed the pathetic bastard to testify against the crime boss of the Zecena cartel. And the trial started in less than two months. But more than that, it had been Linc’s job, his sworn duty, to protect the witness.

  The hospital door swung open before Ellie could answer. Two men entered, completing the family. Linc’s brother, Seth, and their stepfather, retired Chief Deputy US Marshal Archer Bollinger. Like Ellie, Seth wore his Marshals’ badge hanging from a chain around his neck. His brother’s face might have been carved from granite. Seth didn’t do feelings. Arch Bollinger didn’t give much more away, other than a decided air of tension. Seeing that Linc was awake, Arch crossed the room to put an arm around Mom’s shoulders. “Glad you’ve decided to stay with the living, Lincoln.”

  “What the hell happened?” Linc’s voice cracked like an old man’s.

  “What do you remember?” Seth’s slate-gray eyes narrowed.

  Wishing for a dose of his brother’s cool focus, Linc tried to shake his head to clear the lingering fuzziness, but even that small motion resulted in a throbbing that made him wince. He found the button to raise the head of the bed so he was sort of sitting up, clenching his jaw at the pain in his chest that accompanied the movement. He rasped out the words. “Enough to know Donny shot me. I want to know what happened to my witness.”

  “Medrano’s dead.” Seth’s clipped words fell like bricks.

  “Shit. God damn, son of a bitch.” He held Seth’s gaze. “I lost a witness.”

  “This isn’t on you, Linc.” Anger whipped through his sister’s voice. “Donny Bertola owns this one.”

  “I’m sworn to protect my witness. I told the little shit I’d get him out of there alive.” The Marshals Service had never lost a witness who’d followed the rules. That made him the first. The weight of his failure settled over him like an iron blanket. “He’s dead. That’s on me.”

  Ellie looked ready to argue the point, but Seth cut in. “Chief Deputy Montrose said he’d be in tomorrow morning to take your statement. You up for it?”

  “I will be.” He’d been awake for a few measly minutes and Linc felt like he’d run a full marathon. Exhaustion with an added layer of abject failure dragged at him. His mother held up the straw and he took another sip of water, and then directed a question to his brother. “What happened with Donny?”

  “He’s on the run. We’ve got his laptop, phone records, bank records. The usual. Only thing we know for sure is they got to him.”

  A tiny nurse in polka dot scrubs and a cap of pewter hair whisked into the room. “Sorry, folks, it’s time for the shift change. You all will need to step out.” She assessed Linc with a shrewd gaze. “And it’s time for Mr. Jameson’s meds. You’re welcome to come back in forty minutes or so.”

  Margaret kissed him again, squeezing his hand like she couldn’t stop touching him. Linc was grateful when Arch gently urged her out the door. Ellie took his face in her hands and kissed his cheek. “You scared me.”

  “I scared myself.”

  “Don’t do it again.” She left, and Seth moved closer to the side of t
he bed.

  “You’re not going to kiss me too, are you?”

  “You wish.” Seth paused, then continued, voice deeper than usual. “We’re tracking Donny, Linc. We’ll get him.”

  Chapter Two

  Linc sat in the driver’s seat of his Jeep Wrangler to wait out the storm, watching the rain come down in sheets. Listening to the drumming on the roof, he hoped like hell his tent would hold up against the deluge. He narrowed his eyes to peer at the campsite across the road from his and wondered how the Celtic goddess would deal with the inclement weather.

  She'd driven in the day before in a Subaru Outback, then proceeded to amaze him. He had to admit he’d been entertained watching her unpack her vehicle and organize her site with the efficiency of an army quartermaster. Her tent went up with a minimum of fuss, looking roomy enough for a scout troop. Loaded plastic bins and an ice chest went in the bear-proof locker, then she’d spread a plastic tablecloth over the picnic table and secured it with metal clips. Wouldn’t do to eat on bare wood. Dinner for him? Canned chili heated over his tiny backpacking stove. For the Celtic goddess? Something chopped, shredded, and sautéed over a Coleman camp stove that smelled truly amazing. And no doubt tasted a damned sight better than canned chili.

  What had about killed him was the coffee. For his morning dose, he’d made do with freeze-dried granules spooned into water he’d been too impatient to let get hot enough. He wasn’t even sure it really was coffee, the flavor more how he thought wood pulp steeped in motor oil might taste. The redheaded goddess brewed her coffee in some fancy-looking pot. The aroma drifting into his campsite had nearly sent him over to beg for a cup, only the knowledge he’d have to actually talk to another human being, even one as compelling as the Celtic goddess, stopping him.

  The pounding on the roof eased, then tapered to the occasional drip from the trees. The woman’s tent flap flipped open and she emerged under the little awning sheltering the front of her tent. He shifted uncomfortably as lust gave him a sneaky hit to the gut.