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A seven-foot Jayco popup camper perched unsteadily in the back of a Ford F250 truck is not the best of all possible beds for a six-foot-two-inch man.

A seven-foot Jayco popup camper perched unsteadily in the back of a Ford F250 truck is not the best of all possible beds for a six-foot-two-inch man.  Even sleeping corner to corner, Liam’s feet still stuck over the edge, there was no toilet, no shower and no place to hang his clothes, in particular his…

Read more A seven-foot Jayco popup camper perched unsteadily in the back of a Ford F250 truck is not the best of all possible beds for a six-foot-two-inch man.

His head didn’t fall off so he was more patient than he might have been.

Liam squinted at her through his one good eye.  “You didn’t say Donohoe had somebody with him.” “He didn’t.” Liam sighed and shifted carefully in a tentative attempt to sit upright.  His head didn’t fall off so he was more patient than he might have been.  “Look, Prince, you’ve obviously discovered some new evidence that…

Read more His head didn’t fall off so he was more patient than he might have been.

All he could think of was what the salt water was going to do to his freshly-cleaned and only other uniform.

The Bay Rover speeded up.  Forgetting where he was, Liam yelled, “Faster!” “We’re almost up on the step as it is,” Prince yelled back.  “We go any faster we’ll take off, and there’s no room!” Larsgaard looked over his shoulder, saw the Cessna bearing down on his port stern and pointed the bow of the…

Read more All he could think of was what the salt water was going to do to his freshly-cleaned and only other uniform.

They might be a little rat-bitten when you pulled them out again, but at least they’d be immediately to hand.

They landed in Kulukak and taxied the float plane to the dock.  The place was still shrouded in what seemed to be its perpetual cloak of mist.  No one was there to greet them, but then Liam hadn’t called to say they were coming.  He had confirmed with Charlene that there was no fishing period…

Read more They might be a little rat-bitten when you pulled them out again, but at least they’d be immediately to hand.

He had compounded this error by picking her up, seducing her and afterward indulging in pillow talk that drew connections between the vacations and a revision of the state’s subsurface mineral rights law being debated before the legislature the following day.

Joan Dunaway was a reporter for the News, and had been one since she and Wy had returned from Europe the year they graduated from the University of Alaska, Fairbanks, Wy with a degree in education and Jo with a degree in journalism.  She’d built up a reputation over the years for ferreting out bad…

Read more He had compounded this error by picking her up, seducing her and afterward indulging in pillow talk that drew connections between the vacations and a revision of the state’s subsurface mineral rights law being debated before the legislature the following day.

His nose was high-bridged and arrogant, his mouth ready for an easy, sexy grin and his jaw square and obstinate, but despite these uncanny similarities he was not Liam Campbell.

“Liam!” Wy said involuntarily, and started forward. “Sir?” Trooper Prince said.  “How did you get here?” The man turned his head toward them, bringing it full into the light from one of the windows.  Wy halted.  So did Prince. He was tall, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with thick dark hair going a distinguished gray at the…

Read more His nose was high-bridged and arrogant, his mouth ready for an easy, sexy grin and his jaw square and obstinate, but despite these uncanny similarities he was not Liam Campbell.