Harlequin FREE Online Read: Mesa Falls: The Reunion by Joanne Rock

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Jillian Major fled Jacobstown years ago in order to save her life. So when she returns and Sheriff Zach McWilliams shows up to scare away a reported prowler on her property, Jillian is on pins and needles…in more ways than one. All-grown-up Zach sparks something in her she’s never felt for anyone else. Zach still can’t understand why the girl who meant everything to him once disappeared without a trace. But he soon discovers that there’s real danger lurking around every corner in Jillian’s home. And it’s not just her childhood fears come to life. Can lawman Zach keep Jillian safe and rekindle a romance that’s never died…or is it too late for a second chance at love?


Astrid Koskinen shielded her eyes as she stepped off the small plane at Martha’s Vineyard Airport. The flight from New York had been smooth, and she was looking forward to attending her friend’s wedding over the long weekend. It would be a welcome respite from the city.

And a not so welcome reminder that romance and happily-ever-afters were for other people. Not her.

She gripped the handle of her suitcase, preferring to deal with it herself. She liked to travel on her own, even though she’d reached a stage of her design career where she could afford to have an assistant accompany her. At the very least, she could have hailed a skycap to help with her bags. But Astrid was more than self-sufficient; she’d traveled the globe before she’d turned twenty-five, usually with only a backpack and sheer determination.

Money hadn’t changed her. She refused to become one of those people who isolated themselves from the rest of humanity just because she finally had means. She’d known too many people like that. One man in particular. And she hadn’t been impressed.

Heading into the tiny airport, Astrid bypassed the baggage claim areas and made a beeline for the front entrance. She planned to get an Uber to the idyllic Mermaid’s Inn, where she’d be staying. As she rolled her carry-on across the pavement she saw the FBO building where the private jets landed, and headed that way to escape the tourists and check her phone. She had no problem with commercial flights, but preferred to avoid crowds. Sometimes she was recognized from her former career as a well-known model. She’d been fortunate to cultivate a high-level of fame, since the cache led to lucrative jobs. But she hadn’t ever chased the spotlight; the work had been a means to an end when she’d needed an escape from the man who’d shredded her heart.

She tilted her face to the sun and felt the late September breeze on her cheeks. It was still warm enough to be beach weather as far as she was concerned. Perhaps spending half her life in Finland before relocating to the US had given Astrid warmer blood. In any case, she was looking forward to a brief, bracing dive into the Atlantic as soon as she got to the hotel. The rest of the wedding guests could shiver and squeal from a distance.

She needed this weekend getaway after the toughest year of her career. She’d grown more and more impatient with an industry that flourished by creating unattainable images of perfection for women. For years, she’d spoken out against the airbrushed fakeness, bringing attention to the reality of her body versus the tweaked photos that ended up splashed on magazine pages. But this year she’d reached her breaking point; she was done shouting in the wind. And she needed a mental reset this weekend to celebrate leaving behind modeling for good and focusing all her attention on her growing design business. Even if the wedding festivities brought out her inner cynic.

As she drew in a deep breath of salty air that told her the sea couldn’t be far, her gaze fell on a liveried driver holding a sign that read “Norlander.”

Her whole world stopped.

Surely, it was a coincidence. There were other people in the world with that same last name. Still, her brain did acrobatics trying to figure out if she’d missed something when she’d RSVP’d to this event. The bride was the daughter of a New York-based fashion designer who headed up the luxe Karolina brand, so she didn’t think her ex, Jonah Norlander, tech guru and CEO of his own company based in Lake Tahoe, would be part of the bride’s circle.

As for the groom? He was a Spanish-born sculptor. Astrid was under the impression that most of his friends and family were flying in from Barcelona. So she doubted there was any overlap with Jonah Norlander there. Surely she was worrying for nothing. Jonah had been a loner when she’d known him, loyal to a small group of his elite boarding school buddies. From the little she’d read about him since then—and she couldn’t deny occasionally peeking at his social media—he still kept close to that same group. The friends now ran a Montana guest ranch called Mesa Falls. Whatever Norlander was flying into Martha’s Vineyard today, it surely wouldn’t be the man who’d broken Astrid’s heart and trust in college.

So when a deep, masculine voice spoke from a few feet behind her, the ground seemed to fall out from under her.

“Hello, Astrid.”

Awareness danced over her skin at the familiar voice she thought she’d never hear again. And all hope of a relaxing weekend vanished.

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