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  This courageous rodeo star is one lethal attraction...

  Rodeo rider Tucker Lawrence lives for risk—even after seeing his best friend die in a rodeo accident. But there’s no chance in hell he’s going to let FBI agent Sydney Maxwell tackle treacherous Texas Hill Country alone to find her missing sister. Even if the pretty profiler is putting his guarded heart in danger...

  With her sister in the hands of a serial killer, Sydney will break all the rules she has to. Tucker is as reckless as he is charming, but his trail savvy and courage are invaluable as they run her quarry to ground. Still, Sydney can’t afford to gamble that the irresistible passion flaring between them is anything but an adrenaline rush. Or that they’ll survive long enough for real love...

  The only thing that really mattered was finding Rachel and the rest of the missing women.

  Sydney’s hand was already on the door handle when Tucker stopped at the gate to the Double K Ranch.

  “I’ve got it,” Tucker said. “A real cowboy never lets the bloody wounded do the work.”

  “More of the cowboy code?”

  “If it’s not, it should be.”

  She watched him unlatch the gate and swing it open. It was midmorning now and the sun glistened on his shirtless shoulders and chest. His muscles rippled. Bull-rider muscles, and he’d be back to that soon.

  But for now he was making it clear that he was all hers. The shocker was that she was thankful to have him around.

  FEARLESS

  GUNFIGHTER

  Joanna Wayne

  Joanna Wayne began her professional writing career in 1994. Now, more than fifty published books later, Joanna has gained a worldwide following with her cutting-edge romantic suspense and Texas family series, such as Sons of Troy Ledger and Big “D” Dads. Joanna currently resides in a small community north of Houston, Texas, with her husband. You may write Joanna at PO Box 852, Montgomery, TX 77356, or connect with her at joannawayne.com.

  Books by Joanna Wayne

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  The Kavanaughs

  Riding Shotgun

  Quick-Draw Cowboy

  Fearless Gunfighter

  Big “D” Dads: The Daltons

  Trumped Up Charges

  Unrepentant Cowboy

  Hard Ride to Dry Gulch

  Midnight Rider

  Showdown at Shadow Junction

  Ambush at Dry Gulch

  Sons of Troy Ledger

  Cowboy Swagger

  Genuine Cowboy

  AK-Cowboy

  Cowboy Fever

  Cowboy Conspiracy

  Big “D” Dads

  Son of a Gun

  Live Ammo

  Big Shot

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Sydney Maxwell—FBI profiler, personally involved in the most important case of her career.

  Tucker Lawrence—Professional bull rider faced with a decision that could change his life.

  Rachel Maxwell—Sydney’s sister, who’s feared to be a victim of a murderous serial abductor.

  Jackson Clark—Senior-level FBI and Sydney’s supervisor.

  Pierce and Riley Lawrence—Tucker’s older brothers.

  Esther Kavanaugh—Widow of Charlie Kavanaugh. The Kavanaughs took the Lawrence brothers in as teenagers when their parents died.

  Dani Lawrence—Riley’s wife, the owner of Dani’s Delights and guardian to her niece, Constance.

  Grace Lawrence—Pierce’s wife and stepmother to his daughter, Jaci.

  Dudley Miles—Rich rancher and best friend of Charlie Kavanaugh before Charlie’s death.

  Millie Miles—Dudley’s wife.

  Alice Baker, Michelle Dickens and Karen Murphy—Women who have recently gone missing from the Winding Creek area.

  Allan Cullen, Tim Adams and Rene Foster—FBI agents on a race against time to capture the murderous serial abductor before he kills again.

  To my wonderful friend and neighbor Zona, the only former

  rocket scientist I can always count on to have an extra Diet Coke

  on hand. And in memory of her loving husband, Jim, who actually

  did help put a man on the moon. Also, a call-out to all my friends

  who love the rodeo and bull riders as much as I do. Happy reading, 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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Bullseye: SEAL by Carol Ericson

  Chapter One

  Saturday, September 9

  Rachel Maxwell opened her eyes. The world remained black. She tried to lift her arms, but blistering pain attacked with the slightest movement. She was alive. That was all she was certain of. Death couldn’t hurt this bad.

  Her pupils slowly adjusted to the darkness, but the hammering inside her skull was so intense her brain couldn’t identify where she was or why. Random thoughts skirted her consciousness.

  A faint line of brightness on the other side of the room provided the only illumination. Most likely a space beneath a door, so there must be a light on somewhere. No windows to let in a scant glow of moonlight. No sounds except her own ragged breathing.

  She was on her back, stretched out, perhaps in a bed, perhaps not. Her fingers impulsively went to her face. Her cheeks felt swollen, but numb, the only part of her that didn’t ache. She struggled to focus.

  Fear swelled, crashing through her like ocean waves as scraps of nightmarish images crept through the shadows of her mind. The man dragging her into his truck. His creepy hands all over her.

  And then the punishing blows.

  Her stomach heaved as the memories grew more distinct. Not a nightmare, but horrifying reality.

  She forced her body to move, slid over until her hand touched what felt like rough, splintered wood. She rolled off what must be no more than a pallet of some kind and onto the hard floor. Every joint and muscle cried out for mercy as she forced herself to scoot up on her elbows and crawl toward the light.

  When she reached the door, she struggled to stand, her fingers clawing at the door frame until she could wrap them around the doorknob.

  She hesitated. If the door opened, it might only lead to more hell. But the faint hint of escape held sway. She turned the knob and shoved her body against it. The door didn’t budge.

  She beat on the door with her fists. Agony and hopelessness took hold as she slid back to the floor. Tears filled her eyes and sobs shook her pain-racked body. She’d been imprisoned by a monster. The worst was no doubt yet to come.

  Chapter Two

  Tucker Lawrence braked his mud-encrusted black pickup truck in front of a small stucco-and-wood house on a quiet neighborhood street on the outskirts of Lubbock, Texas.

  The ho
me was veiled in darkness. No sounds. No sign of movement, which meant Lauren Hernandez hadn’t heard the news yet. The words that would wreak havoc on her life and rip the heart from her chest.

  He’d exceeded the speed limits to be the first one here, no easy feat in West Texas, where posted limits were frequently eighty miles per hour with a few stretches at eighty-five. He hadn’t wanted Lauren to hear the tragic truth from a stranger.

  He’d be letting Rod down if he did.

  So now he’d be the one to walk up that sidewalk and ring the bell. He’d tell Lauren that the man she loved with all her heart, the father of their three young children, would never come walking through the front door again.

  He wrapped his hand around the truck’s door handle, but couldn’t bring himself to twist it. Instead he let his head fall to the steering wheel as the heartbreaking images claimed his mind.

  Six seconds into the ride on the toughest bull to come out of the chute last night. From the crack of the opening gate, Rod was doing everything right. Great technique. Terrific form. Spurring and staying in control of the bucking, twisting, spinning monster of an animal.

  Two seconds to go when the bull went into a spin that threw Rod from the animal’s back and drew him into the vortex. All Tucker could see from his position behind the chutes was a tangle of hooves and human body as Rod tried to free himself from impending disaster.

  By the time the bull stamped off, Rod wasn’t moving. He’d died two hours later from trauma to the brain.

  Rod. Laughing, joking, adrenaline running high a few hours ago. Now he was gone. All because he’d lost a battle of wills with a stupid bull acting on instinct.

  It wasn’t wholly about the money. Nor the glory. Nor the comradery, though all played a part in the rodeo life. It was the thrill of competition, living on the edge, facing death and never believing you wouldn’t walk away, sore but breathing.

  Tucker opened the door and stepped out of the truck. Dread tore at his heart anew with each clap of his boots along the cement walk. He’d do what he came for, break the news to Lauren as gently as he could.

  He wouldn’t even try to convince her the risk had been worth it. He wasn’t sure he believed that himself now. Bull riding had lost its glory when he’d watched his friend Rod take his final breath.

  But where did a man go when he walked away from the only life he knew?

  Chapter Three

  Monday, September 18

  FBI profiler and special agent Sydney Maxwell stepped into her supervisor’s office, nerves taut, geared for a fight she’d likely lose. Still, it was worth a try. If her worst fear was realized, she’d need all the inside information she could get.

  Roland Farmer stood as she walked in and motioned toward the seat facing his desk. He smiled. She didn’t. She liked Roland and respected his judgment, but at this moment none of that mattered to her.

  Roland sat down after her, leaned back in his leather chair and tented his fingers. He stared for a few seconds before speaking as if he were trying to assess her mood.

  He should have no trouble doing that. It was fear, resolve and urgency. But Roland would quickly pick up more. He’d see her determination and hear the desperation in her voice.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  She nodded. She was far from all right, but she couldn’t lead off with that, not if she was to have a chance of influencing Roland to listen to reason.

  “What’s on your mind that’s so important it couldn’t wait?” he asked.

  “I don’t know if you’re familiar with the situation, but three young women have gone missing over the past six months in the Texas Hill Country under bizarre circumstances. The body of another was found two days ago in a wooded area just outside the small town of Winding Creek.”

  “Winding Creek, Texas,” Roland repeated. “Why does that ring a bell?”

  “It was a big story on cable news for months about a year ago. A toddler fell and died from a head trauma while his mother was spaced out on heroin.”

  “Right,” Roland said. “It’s coming back to me. It wasn’t our case but the mother had the whole town searching for the kid when she claimed he’d been kidnapped.

  “A wealthy family, if I remember correctly. One of those ranchers whose cows scratch their backs on oil rigs. But back to the missing women. I take it you think this is a case for the FBI to look into?”

  “I do. One of the missing women is from Shreveport, Louisiana, crosses state lines, so it meets our guidelines.”

  Roland scratched his chin. “You’ll be pleased that the powers that be agree with you. It helped that the local Texas law authorities contacted the Bureau last night and requested their help. They are concerned they may have a serial killer on their hands even though only the one body has been found.”

  “How soon will we be sending an investigative team to the area?”

  “I’d guess an assessment team will be in the field within the next forty-eight hours—maybe sooner. Jackson Clark in the Dallas field office will head up the investigation.”

  A tinge of relief only slightly eased her apprehension. “They’ll need a profiler as well as several agents in order to move quickly.”

  “Are you volunteering to join Jackson’s team?”

  She nodded. “It makes sense. I went to school at University of Texas, UT, in Austin. I know my way around the area.”

  “I can put in your request with Jackson. He’s aware of your success on the Swamp Strangler case. I’m sure he’s impressed enough to consider you.”

  She’d only met Jackson Clark once when she’d attended a weeklong seminar he’d conducted in Quantico. He was a giant of a man, intimidating, demanding—a brilliant investigator. He was not known for being easily impressed.

  There was no one she’d rather see handle this case.

  Roland rolled his chair closer to the desk and drummed the eraser end of a pencil against a closed folder. “The only problem I see is that you seem to be taking this case personally, Sydney. If that has anything to do with the woman you couldn’t save from the Swamp Strangler, you have to let that go and move on.”

  “It’s not that.” She couldn’t lie. It was only a matter of time before the truth would come out and she’d risk losing her job if she didn’t level with Roland. “It’s even more personal,” she admitted.

  Roland spread his hands palms down on the table. “Keep talking.”

  “My sister, Rachel, is missing.” The words tore at her heart and her control. She blinked back a tear and stared at the toes of her black pumps.

  “I’m so sorry to hear that. Is Rachel the sister who’s an attorney in Houston?”

  “Yes. She’s my only sister.” Her only family.

  “When did you find out?”

  “A few minutes after nine this morning. Connie Ledger, her best friend and a coworker, called when Rachel didn’t show up for work this morning and couldn’t be reached by phone. Connie tried Rachel’s number several times but her attempts resulted in a ‘call cannot be completed’ message.”

  Roland’s brows arched. “So basically, you’re saying she didn’t make it into work this morning. There could be a lot of explanations for that.”

  “And I wouldn’t be here if that were the case. Rachel took a week’s vacation that started ten days ago on a Friday afternoon. Apparently, no one has heard from her since then.”

  Roland straightened, his chin jutting as if he was just clueing in to the fact that this was serious. “And you don’t know where she was vacationing or whom she was with?”

  “I know where she was supposed to be. She called me the Friday she left and said she was going to a spa resort near Austin for some R & R.”

  “Alone?”

  “Yes, but that’s not particularly unusual for Rachel. She�
��s very independent. Her law firm had just successfully wrapped up a case that she’d worked long hours on for weeks before and during the trial. She sounded exhilarated, but exhausted.”

  “I assume you’ve contacted the resort.”

  “Yes. Rachel never showed up, nor did she cancel. They tried to reach her to no avail. When I call her number it just says ‘party unavailable.’”

  Roland pulled his lips tight across his teeth. “Is she in a relationship?”

  “Not currently. She broke up with her boyfriend of four years a little over a month ago. As far as I know, she hasn’t dated anyone since then.”

  “I’m sure you’ve talked to her ex.”

  “I called Carl this morning. So far, he hasn’t called me back, but Connie reached him earlier. He wasn’t aware Rachel was missing, but offered to meet Connie at Rachel’s apartment to check things out.”

  “Did he?”

  “No. Connie called the police department instead and an officer met her there. The apartment manager let them in. There was nothing amiss.”

  Roland leaned in close, propped his elbows and waited for Sydney to meet his scrutinizing gaze. “I know how alarming this is, but try not to jump to any frightening conclusions before you have all the facts.”

  “I’m not assuming anything. I’m not ruling out anything, either. Taking a vacation alone is very much like Rachel. Not returning to work on time is completely foreign to her modus operandi. She is very serious about her work. She’s serious about everything.”

  He nodded. “Got it. You’ve got reason to worry. But I’ll have to level with Jackson. It can get sticky working a case you’re personally involved in.”

  “I understand, but as part of the investigation team or on my own, I have to get to Texas as soon as possible. I’m prepared to take an emergency leave if necessary and I’ve booked a flight to Houston that leaves here at one.”

  “I wouldn’t expect you to do anything less.” He stood and stepped around the corner of his desk. “Even if you’re not officially part of the Bureau’s investigation, I expect you to keep me posted. Call if there’s anything we can do to help.”

 
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