Secrets of Whitewater Creek

Jordan must save her farm from debt and sabotage – can she place her trust in a man from out of town? 

Born and bred on the land, Jordan Windcroft is brave and independent. She’s had to be. Her life revolves around running her property almost single-handedly on next to no money, and waiting out her four years of probation — a rap that she took for one of her closest friends for a crime she didn’t commit. 

Thankfully there’s an end to her problems in sight. Jordan’s probation period is almost up, and if she can just make the cattle sale, there’s a chance she can pull herself out of more than ten years of serious debt and keep her precious farm. The last thing she needs is for Reid Easton to start monitoring her. 

Detective Senior Sergeant Reid Easton drives into Whitewater Creek on a mission to wrap up a three-year drug investigation; his only lead, Jordan Windcroft. The attraction between the two is immediate, but Reid is undercover and Jordan has a secret she can’t risk him discovering. Will either jeopardise their cause, for something as transitory as love – or will they keep their secrets to themselves? 

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Joel’s mobile phone shrilled loudly over the chorus of Can’t Buy Me Love and he pulled the truck over to the side of the road. As the last remnants of cool died with the breeze and the dust from the roadside billowed up and threatened to choke them, Jordan bent for her water bottle, tempted to tip the whole thing over her head right there in the truck.
    ‘Madi?’ Joel listened. ‘Madi, Love, calm down. Where are you?’ Jordan frowned, her attention now on the conversation. ‘Stay there, I’m on my way.’ Joel swore and shoved the phone at Jordan, his face a tormented mask of fury. ‘Call Harry. Tell him Sean’s had another go at Madi.’
    Jordan took the phone, dialled, tried again, then shook her head. ‘It’s cutting out. We won’t get a signal again until we’re clear of the pass. Where is she?’
    ‘She got away. She said she’s pulled over at the crossroads.’
    ‘We’re almost there ourselves…’ She grimaced as the man she knew to be calm, rational, careful, threw the truck sharply back onto the road.
    ‘Joel…’
    Joel risked a quick look in Jordan’s direction and noted the anxiety marring her lovely features. Although Jordan’s hair was a lighter shade of brown to Madi’s, and her eyes were blue to Madi’s brown, both were tall and slim and as close as sisters could be. Both were also two of the most precious people in his life. He ordered himself to take a breath and eased back on the accelerator as much as he dared.
    The two extra minutes it took to reach the crossroads seemed an eternity, but as they approached, they saw Madi’s car on the side of the road. ‘There she is.’ Joel breathed a sigh of obvious relief that she appeared to be in no immediate danger.
    Madi looked up, shakily climbed out of the car.
    ‘Oh no, Joel…’ Jordan trailed off as they got a good look at her.
    Joel slammed his hand against the steering wheel violently. Sean had really gone to town on her this time. ‘I’ll kill him. This time I’ll kill him!’
    ‘Um…speaking of…’ She pointed just ahead of them to the car heading at high speed from the road to their left.
    ‘He wouldn’t want to stop.’ Quite close now, Joel indicated to pull over.
    ‘Joel?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘He’s not.’
    Joel saw the direction Sean was headed and gasped in horror. ‘Hold on!’ He hit the accelerator again, desperate to reach his daughter before Sean’s speeding car did.
    Jordan caught a brief glimpse of Sean’s face as his car crossed onto the wrong side of the road, as he pointed his Commodore straight at Madi; the sneer, the concentration, the hate.
    ‘Get between them!’ Jordan leaned over and reefed on the wheel, sending the truck lurching violently sideways and off the road as it cut into Sean’s path, blocking Madi.
    The noise — screaming, tearing metal — merged with the painful blast of impact as truck and car collided. Sean’s car reared up in front of them, a blur of glass and metal. A terrified face flashed in front of the windscreen for a moment, before the whole image simply disappeared under the truck as it moved endlessly forwards, sideways, dragging, shuddering, before tipping on its side and to an abrupt halt.
    For an immeasurable amount of time everything was silent and still.
    Then came the screaming.