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Alaska—the last frontier

The nights are long. The days are cold. And the men are really, really HOT!

Can you think of a better excuse for a trip up North?

Don’t miss the chance to experience some

ALASKAN HEAT,

Jennifer LaBrecque’s new sizzling mini-series:

Northern Exposure (October 2011)

Northern Encounter (November 2011)

Northern Escape (December 2011)

Enjoy the adventure!

Dear Reader,

Welcome back to Good Riddance, Alaska, where everyone is invited to leave behind what troubles them. This small outpost in the Alaskan bush is similar to many towns I discovered when I was lucky enough to visit Alaska years ago.

Nick Hudson is a world traveler who writes a travel blog about places off the beaten path. Sophisticated, yet down-to-earth and sincere, Nick shows up in Good Riddance to cover their pre-Christmas celebration activities. Only he finds far more than he bargained for when he catches a glimpse of Augustina, “Gus”, the Paris-trained chef who owns the local eatery. Nick and Gus learn that though love doesn’t always take the traditional path, it’s always worth savoring …

I hope you enjoy their Northern Escape. Writing these books has definitely made me think about going back …

I love to hear from readers. Please visit me at www.jenniferlabrecque.com.

Happy Holidays!

Jennifer LaBrecque

After a varied career path that included waitress, corporate number cruncher and bug business maven, JENNIFER LABRECQUE has found her true calling writing contemporary romance. Named 2001 Notable New Author of the Year and 2002 winner of the prestigious Maggie Award for Excellence, she is also a two-time RITA^® Award finalist. Jennifer lives in suburban Atlanta with a Chihuahua who runs the whole show.

Northern Escape

Jennifer Labrecque

www.millsandboon.co.uk

1

A MOOSE WEARING A SANTA costume and hat, complete with beard, stood next to a Christmas tree adorned with moose ornaments. Where had they found a life-size plush moose? Journalist Nick Hudson looked around the airstrip office, soaking up the atmosphere. He liked Good Riddance, Alaska already. It was just what he’d hoped for and just what his blog readers would eat up. Quirky. Different.

It might be colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra, the sun had already made its brief appearance for the day, and though it was snowing outside it was cheery and toasty in here. The mingled aromas of fresh-brewed coffee, cinnamon rolls and wood-smoke scented the air.

An assortment of photos covered the wood walls. Lace-trimmed flannel curtains hung at the windows. Two old men with gray beards and baseball caps sat arguing over a chess board next to a potbellied stove. On the television set in the corner, Elvis crooned “Blue Christmas.”

“Okay, Mr. Hudson—”

He turned back to face the woman at the airstrip desk. “Please call me Nick.”

“Okay, and I’m Merrilee.” Before she’d had to field a phone call, she’d introduced herself as Merrilee Danvers Weatherspoon, the airfield and bed-and-breakfast operator, as well as the town founder and mayor.

Nick estimated she was in her mid-to-late-fifties and still carried a surprisingly Southern accent, considering she’d told him she’d been in Alaska for twenty-five years.

“Let’s get you checked in and I’ll show you to your room,” she continued. “We’re delighted you decided to join us for our Chrismoose Winter Festival.” Her warm smile exuded gracious charm.

“I’m excited to be here.”

“Do you know how Chrismoose began?” she asked, clearly eager to relay the story.

“Just in bits and pieces,” he said. A friend of a friend of a friend had mentioned it to Nick, which was why he’d decided to come to cover it in the first place. Juliette, the bush pilot who’d ferried him in from Anchorage, had given him a little more to go on, but he still didn’t have it all straight.

“It’s not real complicated, but it does make a good story,” she said with another smile. “There was a hermit named Chris, no one ever knew his last name, who lived out in the bush. He’d come into town about every four months for supplies. When he did, he kept to himself. He just showed up, got what he needed, and left. About fifteen years ago, when our little town was really starting to grow and expand, it was two days before Christmas and we all about dropped our jaw when Chris came riding into town on a moose.”

“He was riding a moose?”

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. He’d found an orphan and raised it as a pet. Anyway, here he comes, wearing a Santa costume, riding through the middle of town on a moose with a bag strapped on its back.”

“That must’ve been a sight to see.”

Merrilee led him over to the wall of photographs. There in the midst of the mix was a color photo of a man in a Santa outfit on a moose. It was one of the craziest things Nick had ever seen. He grinned. “That is something else.”

“Yessir, it was. And that bag on the back? Chris had carved wood toys for the children in town. He said he wanted to make sure the kids all had a Christmas, in case Santa couldn’t find us out here. Every year, he’d show up and it wasn’t just the kids who looked forward to it. Then one year Chrismoose day came and went and no Chris and no moose. We had a rough idea where he lived so a few of us drove out to check on him. We found him dead. We figured he’d probably passed a couple of months before. In the spring, when the snow melted, we found the moose dead, too. Because Chris had kept it as a pet and fed it, once Chris was gone it didn’t know how to survive on its own. We never did find out who Chris was or if he had any family. We buried him but thought it was a shame such a wonderful tradition should die with him so our Chrismoose celebration was born. Eventually, it turned into a full-blown winter festival.”

“That’s a great story,” Nick said.

Merrilee looked pleased with his reaction. “It is, isn’t it? Now we draw quite a crowd every year. When you walk around town, you’ll see all the campers and RV’s parked on the outskirts of town. We get folks coming in from as far as five-hundred miles away.”

“Awesome.”

“You’ll find a schedule of events in your bedroom and all the businesses in town have them posted in their window.” A frown wrinkled her forehead. “Unfortunately flu season has hit early and we’ve got a bit of a situation going on. We’re telling everyone to make sure you wash your hands often and keep them away from your face.” She waved her hand in dismissal. “Now enough about that. How far have you traveled to join us? We like to track these things.”

Before he could answer, a door set in the wall beneath a sign that read Welcome to Gus’s opened and a ponytailed blonde came barreling through, only to stop short and gape when she saw him.

“Oh my God. Oh. My. God.” She blinked as if she couldn’t quite believe her eyes. “Are you Nick Hudson?”

Nick laughed. Sometimes people recognized him but it was usually in New York. He certainly hadn’t expected to be pegged in a small Alaskan town. “I am.” He held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you …”

“Teddy. Teddy Monroe.” She shook his hand and then just sort of held on. “I can’t believe you’re here. This is wild.”

Nick gently disengaged his hand from hers.

“Okay. I guess I missed something,” Merrilee said. “I didn’t realize you were famous, Mr. Hudson.”

“Please, call me Nick, and trust me, I’m not famous.”

Teddy Monroe jumped in. “Oh, yes he is. He’s only the most popular travel writer at the New York Times. He travels all over the world and specializes in blogging about places that are off the beaten path. Wow, you’re going to blog about us, aren’t you? This is so cool!”

He grinned at her enthusiasm. “I came for the Chrismoose celebration. I thought it’d make for some interesting articles.”

“Really?” If Nick hadn’t been so used to studying people and reading them, he would’ve missed the flicker of alarm in Merrilee Weatherspoon’s eyes. “The New York Times, huh? That’s impressive.”

“It pays the bills.”

“He’s being modest,” Teddy said. “He started working there right after college—” she looked at Nick for confirmation “—at least that’s what it says on your bio page.”

He nodded. “I was lucky. My parents owned a diner and the travel editor for the Times used to come in. He mentored me, got me an internship while I was in school, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“I’m not a stalker or anything,” Teddy said. “I just love New York. It’s my goal to move there next year and study acting.”

“Teddy’s our aspiring thespian and quite the New York fan,” Merrilee said.

“Hey, my boss used to live in New York. You might’ve heard of her—she was a chef there before she moved here and took over the restaurant.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the door she’d entered through. “Gus Tippens.”

It struck Nick as charmingly naive that this girl from a town with one street and no stop lights would think he might know one other person in a city of millions.

“New York’s so big,” Ms. Weatherspoon said with a tight smile. “I’d be surprised if Nick had heard of Gus.”

“Her? Gus?”

“Short for Augustina,” Teddy said. “Just like my name is short for Theodora.” She rolled her eyes. “Why my parents had to name me after my grandmother …” She shook her head. “How you stick a baby with a name like Theodora is beyond me.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say I’ve never heard of Gus but I’m looking forward to eating at her restaurant.” His curiosity was piqued. “That sounds like a good story, in fact. You don’t find many Big Apple chefs who move to the Alaskan wilderness and open a restaurant.” It would make a great human interest angle, especially since it was a given some of his readers would recognize Gus’s name or at least the restaurants in the city where she’d worked.

“And she trained in Paris,” Teddy said, as if to ensure he was suitably impressed. He was.

“Did you come over for something in particular, Teddy?” Merrilee said. He had a sense she was uncomfortable with the conversation.

Teddy looked sheepish. “Oh, yeah. Gus wanted me to check if her box of truffles came in on the flight.”

“It sure did.” Merrilee picked up a box from the corner of her desk and passed it to Teddy. “I was going to run them over as soon as I got Nick checked in.”

Teddy backed her way toward the door she’d come through earlier. “Okay, then. I guess I’ll see you tonight at dinner. I mean—not like that. It’s just that, you’ll be eating over here and that’s where I work, you know, at the restaurant.”

Nick was hard-pressed not to laugh but he didn’t want to hurt the young woman’s feelings. “Sure. I’ll see you then.”

She gave a little wave and pushed open the connecting door. For a brief second he caught a glimpse of a dark-haired woman with a shock of white in the front and he felt something of a shock himself. Striking. Arresting.

While the blonde had been nice, she didn’t attract him. But that woman—he assumed she was Gus—well, she was a different story altogether. He was definitely looking forward to dinner tonight.

“We’ve got to figure out something and figure it out fast,” Merrilee said, trying not to panic, pacing back and forth in front of the counter of Bull Swenson’s hardware store. She’d had to bide her time until he’d finished loading the final trim order for the almost-complete new community center.

Normally Merrilee found comfort in the smell of sawdust and lumber, but she wasn’t feeling it now. She was too stinking worried.

Bull stroked his beard, a sure signal his wheels were turning. She’d fallen for Bull like a ton of bricks the first time she’d laid eyes on him twenty-five years ago. They’d been an item ever since.

Bull had repeatedly asked her to marry him and she’d repeatedly turned him down. When she’d left her husband in Georgia, she’d so desperately wanted to escape his cheating and lying ways that she’d packed her RV and driven as far away as she could. The day she’d wound up here, she’d known it was a special place. She’d found where she belonged.

And while she’d vowed to never marry again—and meant it, once had been enough—technically she also couldn’t because her jack-ass husband wouldn’t sign the divorce papers. She’d claimed to be divorced anyway because at first she’d thought it was just a matter of months until Tad relented and signed.

However, months had turned into years and then to confess the lie had become too awkward. Tad had shown up last month and finally signed, but once the truth came out, things just weren’t right between her and Bull. He told her he loved her, but he’d also told her he wouldn’t ask her to marry him again. The asking would be up to her.

She wondered if things would ever be right between them again. But Nick Hudson, with his New York connection and his blog, was far bigger trouble than her and Bull’s strained relationship.

Bull finally spoke. “So, he writes for the New York Times and he’s already said he wants to write about Gus?”

“Yep. All this time and now when she’s starting to feel safe again, to get her life back, this guy could ruin everything for her.” Merrilee rubbed at her temple, feeling sick inside. “What are we going to do? If he finds out the truth …” She couldn’t suppress a shudder. Both Gus and Bull knew her opinion of reporters. They were snakes. Merrilee didn’t trust a journalist as far as she could throw one.

“Where is he now?”

“He’s out with Dalton looking around town. Dalton’s grounded until his plane part comes in—”

“Oh, did Juliette fly him in?”

Merrilee paced back and forth, which she knew drove Bull crazy but she was too anxious to stand still. “Yeah.” Dalton Saunders was the primary pilot who made the runs out of Good Riddance and Juliette Watson filled in when there was overflow or in a pinch like now when Dalton’s plane was out of commission. “Anyway, Dalton stopped by the airstrip so I sent Mr. Hudson off with him. They were getting along like a house afire when they left.”

She’d found that particularly annoying. She didn’t like Nick Hudson. If she was honest, it wasn’t the man himself, more the threat he posed to Gus, but nonetheless she found it galling that Teddy had acted the fool and then Dalton had been chummy. If it was up to Merrilee she’d stick his butt back on the next flight to Anchorage but it was a free country and she, unfortunately, couldn’t run him out on the figurative rail.

She rubbed her fingers over her forehead in a futile attempt to ward off a headache. “I assured her she’d be safe here, Bull. I can’t let her down.”

It had been a terrible time. Gus had been a wreck when she’d arrived in Good Riddance. She’d been engaged to Troy Wenham, son of a prominent New York politician from a long line of prominent politicians. Wealth and power had crowned them minor royalty.

According to Gus, his family had disliked her intensely from the beginning, considering her a gold digger. Troy had become increasingly controlling and Gus had broken the engagement. Infuriated, Troy had refused to accept it.

Merrilee had never pressed for details but she knew Troy had begun stalking Gus. Going to the police had proven useless in the face of his family’s power and influence.

She’d switched jobs and moved. He’d followed her by tracing her credit card usage and he’d threatened that she’d never be free of him.

It had taken careful planning but Lauren Augustina Matthews had dropped off the face of the earth. Troy had never found her here because Merrilee was unknown to him. Even though the story in Good Riddance was that Gus was Merrilee’s niece, she wasn’t. Gus’s mother, Jenny, and Merrilee had been friends since childhood. Jenny had died before Gus and Troy had met.

Merrilee had been honored when Gus had contacted her for help. She’d assured Gus they’d keep her safe and help her start a new life in Good Riddance. But if Nick Hudson blogged about her or her restaurant in the Times all it would take was one sharp-eyed detective, or Troy himself, to put two and two together and once again he’d begin his terror campaign.

“Merrilee, the way I see it, she’s got three choices.” When Bull spoke, she paid attention. He’d spent two years in a Viet Cong prison during Nam. She had no idea what he’d been like before. All she could attest to was he was now a man who considered every angle and said nothing lightly. “We don’t know this guy so trusting him with the truth is risky.” She and Bull were the only ones privy to the real deal.

“We could kill him, but it’s damn hard to get away with anything like that these days, plus he’s just sort of stumbled into a situation, he’s not here with malice.” Bull was dead serious, which was just one of the things she loved about him. He weighed every course of action, even the outrageous ones. “And that leaves us with the third option, which isn’t good, but about the only thing she can do is ask him not to mention her or her restaurant in his posts.”

She rubbed at the throbbing in her right temple. “He’s a journalist. That’s just going to make him want to dig deeper. How much can he find out, do you think?”

Bull cocked his head to one side, considering, stroking his beard. “He’ll probably figure out pretty quickly that’s not her real name. It won’t take much digging to find out I own the restaurant and bar, not her—that’s a matter of public record, even though we’ve kept it quiet. Outside of that, I don’t think there’s much he can find.”

“Why’d he have to turn up?” She was so frustrated with the situation she could scream. “Things were going so well for her.”

Bull shook his head. “Come on, Merrilee. It was just a matter of time. Sooner or later everything comes to a reckoning.” She knew he was referencing the recent showdown with her husband … well, now ex-husband. “Have you talked to her?”

“No. I came over here as soon as I got him out the door. I thought we should strategize first and then talk to Gus together. Although I’m sure she already knows because Teddy was gushing like a geyser.” Teddy was something of a dreamer but Merrilee had never seen her gaga like that.

Bull pushed to his feet. “I’ll put a sign on the door and we’ll head over to Gus’s so we’re all on the same page.”

“Are you sure you’re okay, honey?” Merrilee said as Gus ushered Merrilee and Bull to her apartment door.

She was as okay as she’d been in the last four years. “I’m fine,” she said. “Thanks for coming over. You two have been lifesavers. Good Riddance has been a lifesaver. I hope you know how much you mean to me.” Her look encompassed both of them.

“We do and you know how important you are to us.”

Gus nodded, her throat suddenly clogged with tears. They were as close to family as she had, with her mother dead and her father having checked out of her life when she was a kid. They’d become surrogate parents.

Merrilee caught Gus up in a quick hug. “It’s going to be okay.” She released her and patted her on the shoulder. “Just throw yourself into your work, honey.”

“Shout if you need us,” Bull said, his manner gruff as usual, but the caring in his eyes evident.

“I will.”

They ducked out the side door of her apartment that lead to the outside rather than the stairs from the restaurant. She leaned her head against the door and the old feeling of being Troy’s prey again threatened to swamp her. The truth of the matter was it was never gone, she just managed to hold it at bay most of the time. Regardless of how far she’d run, his shadow was always on her doorstep. The worst was when she went to bed at night, when her mind was no longer busy, when the nightmares could come to her in her sleep. Without a doubt she was stronger for the experience. But he’d scarred her, permanently marked her somewhere deep inside.

She’d never told Merrilee and Bull all of it. She’d never been able to bring herself to talk about coming home and finding her sheets slashed and covered in red paint that looked like blood. And still the police would do nothing. The Wenhams were to New York what the Kennedys were to Massachusetts.

Gus breathed in through her nose, employing the technique she’d learned in yoga years ago and which she now taught on Sunday afternoons for a small group here in Good Riddance. She focused on her inhalation and exhalation, finally managing to center herself.

Feeling calmer, in control, her thoughts turned to Nick Hudson. Her heart had dropped into her stomach when Teddy had come back over to the restaurant, truffle box in hand, dropping the bomb that a reporter from New York was next door. Gus even knew who he was—both she and Troy had loved Nick’s travel pieces. They’d even tentatively tossed around a couple of different places Nick had written about as potential honeymoon destinations.

Nick’s writing had been witty and insightful. Once upon a time, in her previous life in New York, she’d even fancied herself just a little bit in love with him, based on his writing. She’d had the somewhat whimsical notion a person’s writing offered a glimpse into their soul and she’d liked what she’d seen of his. It hadn’t hurt that he was gorgeous to boot, according to pictures of him online and in the paper.

She hadn’t read one of his columns since she’d moved here. What was the point? That life was dead to her. Her passport, her driver’s license were both useless, since they were in her real name. It had been too painful to read his columns or anything related to New York. Instead she’d immersed herself in her new world, thankful she’d found a haven and an opportunity to practice her craft.

Oh, yes, she’d known exactly who he was when Teddy imparted the news. And like an idiot, rather than her instincts of how much danger he posed kicking in, her initial gut reaction had been a frisson of excitement. Anticipation had trailed through her, reminding her she was a woman who’d been more than four years without a man. She’d had date offers since she’d been here but she simply hadn’t been interested. However, one mention of Nick and that silly little crush she’d had years ago had reared its annoying head.

She shook her head. Her best course of action was to fly as far below his radar as possible. And with the influx of people here for the Chrismoose festival, she was going to be so darn busy that should be easy to do.

Squaring her shoulders and pushing away from the door, she headed downstairs. She had a restaurant to run.