Secret siblings revealed
Imagine her shock when Violet Colby discovers she has an identical twin sister she never knew existed. Why her family was torn apart remains a secret no one can answeryet. Hoping to develop a sisterly bond, Violet invites her sophisticated city twin to the Colby Ranch in tiny Grasslands, Texas. But when her sisters former fiancé arrives with questions of his own, country girl Violet finds herself drawn to handsome businessman Landon Derringer. And learns that true love requires faithand a heart as big as Texas.
Texas Twins: Two sets of twins, torn apart by family secrets, find their way home.
Violet glanced at her watch again as Landon came back with the coffee.
Still timing me? he asked, sitting down.
No. I was just thinking that theres a call I should make soon.
Go ahead, if you want.
He might be making an effort to be accommodating. Or he might be interested in who she was calling. She hadnt quite made up her mind yet about Mr. Landon Derringer.
Ill wait until Ive seen your mysterious friend, she said.
He glanced at the door. You wont have long to wait. Shes here.
The door swung open, and a woman stepped inside. Slim, chic, sophisticated. And other than that, Violets exact double.
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Texas Twins: Two sets of twins, torn apart by family secrets, find their way home.
Her Surprise Sister Marta Perry
July 2012
Mirror Image Bride Barbara McMahon
August 2012
Carbon Copy Cowboy Arlene James
September 2012
Look-Alike Lawman Glynna Kaye
October 2012
The Soldiers Newfound Family Kathryn Springer
November 2012
Reunited for the Holidays Jillian Hart
December 2012
MARTA PERRY
has written everything from Sunday-school curricula to travel articles to magazine stories in more than twenty years of writing, but she feels shes found her writing home in the stories she writes for the Love Inspired lines.
Marta lives in rural Pennsylvania, but she and her husband spend part of each year at their second home in South Carolina. When shes not writing, shes probably visiting her children and her six beautiful grandchildren, traveling, gardening or relaxing with a good book.
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Her Surprise Sister
Marta Perry
www.millsandboon.co.uk
When I look at thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars which thou hast established, what is man, that thou should remember him, or mortal man, that thou should care for him?
Psalms 8:34
This story is dedicated to the Love Inspired sisters who worked on this continuity series.
And, as always, to Brian, with much love.
Special thanks and acknowledgement to Marta Perry
for her participation in the Texas Twins miniseries.
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
Dear Reader
Questions for Discussion
Excerpt
Chapter One
What could she possibly say to a father who had walked out of her life when she was an infant? Hi, Dad, its me, Violet?
Violet Colbys fingers tightened on the steering wheel. What was she doing miles from home in Fort Worth, trying to follow an almost nonexistent clue to her birth father?
A sleek sports car cut in front of her SUV, horn blaring. Shaken, Violet flipped on the turn signal and pulled into the right lane. City traffic had frazzled whatever nerves she had left.
A coffee-shop sign ahead beckoned to her. That was what she neededa short respite, a jolt of caffeine and a chance to reassess her situation.
She found a parking space, fed the meter and pushed open the coffee shops glass door, fatigue dragging at her. The aroma drew her irresistibly in, and a few moments later she was sitting at a small round glass table, a steaming mug and a flaky croissant in front of her. She hadnt bothered to read through the long list of specialty coffees the shop offered. All she wanted was caffeine, the sooner the better.
A woman brushed past her, the summer-print dress and high platform sandals she wore making Violet uncomfortably aware of her faded jeans and scuffed cowboy boots. It wasnt that she hadnt been in Fort Worth before, but she usually took the time to dress appropriately for a trip to the city, a five-hour drive from the Colby Ranch. This time shed bolted out of her mothers hospital room, exhausted from long nights of waiting and praying for her mom to open her eyes.
She hadnt been able to take it any longer. That wasnt the Belle Colby everyone in the county knew, lying there motionless day after day. Belle Colby was energetic, vibrant, always in motion. She had to be, running a spread the size of the Colby Ranch and raising two kids on her own.
Not now. Not since her mare had stepped in a hole, sending Belle crashing to the ground. And Jack, Violets big brother, was so eaten up with guilt for arguing with their mom before the accident that he was being no help at all.
Violet broke a corner off the croissant and nibbled at it. Her family was broken, it seemed, and she was the only one who could fix it. Thats what shed been thinking during those lonely hours before dawn at her mothers hospital bed. The only solution her tired brain could come up with was to find their fatherthe man Belle never talked about.
Now that she was here in Fort Worth, where shed been born, the task seemed futile. Worse, it seemed stupid. What would it accomplish if she did find him?
Now that she was here in Fort Worth, where shed been born, the task seemed futile. Worse, it seemed stupid. What would it accomplish if she did find him?
She didnt belong here, any more than the sophisticated-looking guy coming in the door would belong on the ranch. Swanky suit and designer tie, glossy leather boots that had certainly never been worn to muck out a stall, a Stetson with not a smudge to mar its perfectionhe was big-city Texas, that was for sure.
That mans head turned, as if he felt her stare, and she caught the full impact of a pair of icy green eyes before she could look away. She stared down at her coffee. Quickly she raised the mug, hoping to hide her embarrassment at being caught gaping.
It didnt seem to be working. She heard approaching footsteps and kept her gaze down. A pair of glossy brown boots moved into her range of vision.
What are you doing here?
Violet looked up, surprised. What?
I said, what are you doing here? He pulled out the chair opposite her, uninvited, and sat down. I told you Id be at your apartment He slid back the sleeve of his suit to consult the gold watch on his tanned wrist. In five minutes. So why are you in the coffee shop instead of at your condo? Are you trying to avoid me?
Okay, he was crazy. That was the only answer Violet could come up with. She groped for her bag, keeping her eyes on his face. It looked sane enough, with a deep tan that made those green eyes bright in contrast, a square, stubborn-looking jaw, and a firm mouth. His expensively cut hair was sandy blond.
He didnt look crazy, but what did that mean? Or maybe this was his idea of a pick-up line.
Her fingers closed on her bag and she started to rise. His hand shot across the table and closed around her wrist. Not hard, but firmly enough that she couldnt pull away without an undignified struggle.
The least you can do is talk to me about it. He looked as if keeping his temper was an effort. Whatever you think, I still want to marry you.
Violet sent a panicked glance around the coffee shop. The customers had cleared out and even the barista had disappeared into the back. People walked by on the sidewalk outside, but they were oblivious to the drama being played out.
Well? He sounded impatient.
Her own temper spiked. Well, what? Are you crazy? That probably wasnt the smartest thing to say, but it was what she felt. Let go of me right now before I yell the place down.
His grip loosened and he looked at her, puzzlement creeping into his eyes. Maddie? Why are you acting this way? Whats wrong?
Relief made her limp for an instant. He wasnt crazy. Hed mistaken her for someone else.
A flicker of caution shot through her relief. If this someone else was a woman hed proposed to, how could he mistake Violet for her?
My name isnt Maddie. She said the words in a soft, even tone, the way shed speak to a half-gentled horse. Maybe it worked on humans, too. I think youve confused me with someone else.
His fingers still encircling her wrist loosely, he studied her, letting his gaze move from her hair, probably escaping from the scrunchy shed put on her ponytail ages ago, to a face that was undoubtedly bare of makeup at this stage of the day, to her Western shirt and well-worn jeans.
Finally he shook his head. Youre not Maddie Wallace, are you?
No. Im not. She pulled her wrist free. Now that we have that straight, Ill be going.
Wait. He made a grab for her wrist again, and then seemed to think the better of it when she raised her fist. Im sorry. He gave her a rueful, disarming grin. You must think Im crazy.
The thought did cross my mind. A smile like his could charm the birds from the trees. Maybe it was worth sitting still another minute for. She had to admit, she was curious.
Its uncanny. A line formed between his eyebrows. But I think He let that sentence fade away. Look, my name is Landon Derringer. Heres my card. He slid a business card from his pocket and put it on the table in front of her. According to the card, Landon Derringer was the CEO of an outfit called Derringer Investments.
Of course, that didnt prove anything. Not that Im skeptical, but I could have a business card made up that said I was the queen of England.
He chuckled, the sound a bass rumble that seemed to vibrate, sending a faint tingle along her skin. Fair enough. But if youll be patient for a few minutes while I make a call, I think youll find it worthwhile.
She gave him an assessing gaze. Her brother would probably say she was naive to trust this guy, but then Jack and everybody else at Colby Ranch tended to treat her as if she were about ten. Oddly enough, that decided it for her.