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  “After being hurt during the earthquake…my face didn’t heal right. It probably never will.”

  Frowning, Jay gazed at Kim with unseeing eyes. “What are you trying to tell me?”

  “I’m ugly Jay. That side of my face is—”

  Jay framed her face between his big, gentle hands. His fingertips traced every bit of her face. Her eyebrows, the shape of her nose. The cheekbone that had been shattered and the one that was whole. His fingertips skimmed across her lips, following the outline and sketching the seam.

  Kim stood immobile, afraid to breathe. A surge of adrenaline urged her to flee. But her body could only respond to Jay’s tender touch.

  “Kimberly Lydell, you listen to me.” His rich baritone vibrated with conviction. “Even when my vision is twenty-twenty again, you’ll still be the most beautiful woman in the world to me. That’s how I’ll always see you.”

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome to another month of wonderful books from Harlequin American Romance. We’ve rounded up the best stories by your favorite authors for you to enjoy.

  Bestselling author Judy Christenberry brings readers a new generation of her popular Randall family as she returns to her BRIDES FOR BROTHERS series. Sweet Elizabeth is about to marry another man, and rodeo star Toby Randall will let nothing stand in the way of him stopping her wedding. Don’t miss Randall Pride.

  An injured firefighter and the woman he rescued in an earthquake learn about the healing power of love in Charlotte Maclay’s latest novel, Bold and Brave-Hearted. This is the first book of her exciting new miniseries MEN OF STATION SIX. In Twins Times Two! by Lisa Bingham, a single mom agrees to a marriage in name only to a handsome single dad in order to keep together their two sets of twins, who were separated at birth. And enemies are forced to become Mr. and Mrs. in Court-Appointed Marriage by Dianne Castell, part of Harlequin American Romance’s theme promotion THE WAY WE MET…AND MARRIED.

  Enjoy this month’s offerings, and make sure to return each and every month to Harlequin American Romance!

  Wishing you happy reading,

  Melissa Jeglinski

  Associate Senior Editor

  Harlequin American Romance

  BOLD AND BRAVE-HEARTED

  Charlotte Maclay

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Charlotte Maclay can’t resist a happy ending. That’s why she’s had so much fun writing more than twenty titles for Harlequin American Romance and Harlequin Love & Laughter, plus several Silhouette Romance books, as well. Particularly well-known for her volunteer efforts in her hometown of Torrance, California, Charlotte says her philosophy is that you should make a difference in your community. She and her husband have two married daughters and two grandchildren, whom they are occasionally allowed to baby-sit. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached at P.O. Box 505, Torrance, CA 90501.

  Books by Charlotte Maclay

  HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

  474—THE VILLAIN’S LADY

  488—A GHOSTLY AFFAIR

  503—ELUSIVE TREASURE

  532—MICHAEL’S MAGIC

  537—THE KIDNAPPED BRIDE

  566—HOW TO MARRY A MILLIONAIRE

  585—THE COWBOY & THE BELLY DANCER

  620—THE BEWITCHING BACHELOR

  643—WANTED: A DAD TO BRAG ABOUT

  657—THE LITTLEST ANGEL

  684—STEALING SAMANTHA

  709—CATCHING A DADDY

  728—A LITTLE BIT PREGNANT

  743—THE HOG-TIED GROOM

  766—DADDY’S LITTLE COWGIRL

  788—DEPUTY DADDY

  806—A DADDY FOR BECKY

  821—THE RIGHT COWBOY’S BED*

  825—IN A COWBOY’S EMBRACE*

  886—BOLD AND BRAVE-HEARTED**

  Who’s Who at Fire Station Six

  Jay Tolliver—Dedicated to fighting fires, he doesn’t need perfect vision when it comes to recognizing a beautiful woman.

  Kimberly Lydell—Her life-changing scars can be healed only by a man who sees with his heart.

  Harlan Gray—The dedicated fire chief will go the wall for his men; the only thing he can’t do is escape a pursuing councilwoman.

  Councilwoman Evie Anderson—Has her eye on the most eligible widower in town, Chief Gray.

  Emma Jean Witowsky—The dispatcher has an uncanny way of predicting the future, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

  Tommy Tonka—An adolescent genius in all things mechanical, but he needs help from his firefighter friends when it comes to girls.

  Mack Buttons—The station mascot, a five-year-old chocolate dalmatian who loves kids, people and the Men of Station Six.

  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 One

  The show must go on.

  Those were the first words that popped into Kimberly Lydell’s head when she felt the beginnings of the earthquake right through the seat of her panty hose. She’d been through plenty of California earthquakes and knew that’s where you felt it first. In your butt, if you were sitting down. No big deal.

  So she kept on reading the news report from the teleprompter as if nothing were wrong, looking straight into the camera, forcing an easy smile.

  “In the Mideast, the prime minister of…”

  She grabbed the studio set to steady herself as the vibrations of the earth escalated to an undulating roll. Overhead, the kleig lights began to swing in ever-increasing arcs. A roar like an approaching subway train resonated through the studio walls and shook the floor.

  “…We seem to be experiencing…”

  “Geez, let’s get out of here!” Her co-anchor for the local six o’clock news kicked back the stool he was sitting on and made a dive for the far side of the room.

  The cameraman and floor director headed for the exit, and in the control booth the show’s director waved frantically at Kim to get off the set.

  She got the message.

  But trying to move was like fighting a riptide. The floor rose and fell in angry waves. The noise was ear-shattering. A camera fell over. A light crashed to the floor. The plywood desk where she’d been sitting offered no protection. Nowhere safe to duck, cover and hold.

  Struggling like a drunken sailor, Kim got her legs tangled in her mike cord. She yanked herself free, only to trip over a cable in her now-frantic effort to escape. Panic clawed at her. She’d never been at the epicenter of an earthquake. Now she suspected she was. A big one.

  In response to a high-pitched screeching sound, she looked up. The overhead light right above her had broken free. The screws pulled loose.

  That was the last image she had before the room fell into total darkness. An agonizing pain sliced across the left side of her face. Screaming in terror, she fell to the floor. An instant later something impossibly heavy collapsed on her, pinning her legs. Dust filled her lungs.

  And then there was only eerie silence followed by the sound of sirens.

  THE FIRE ENGINE from Station Six roared to a stop outside the KPRX-TV building. Jay Tolliver hopped out as he had a hundred times before in response to fires, explosions and other disasters, man-made and otherwise. The earthquake had been a substantial one. He’d heard calls for help coming into dispatch from all over Paseo del Real, a moderate-size town in central California.

  Their dispatcher, Emma Jean Witkowsky, had
loudly announced between calls that she’d predicted this was earthquake weather. She hadn’t, of course. But that never stopped her from claiming she had psychic powers—all due to her gypsy blood, she assured them.

  A controlled surge of adrenaline shot through Jay as he pulled his helmet down tight. His job was to concentrate on this one building, saving lives and property where he could—the former more important than the latter.

  In the cab of the truck, the fire station’s mascot, Mack Buttons, a chocolate dalmatian, waited to see if he’d be called upon to calm traumatized children—or adults. Everyone at Station Six had a job to do.

  The battalion chief was already at the scene shouting orders.

  “Tolliver and Gables, we’ve got a partial collapse of the back third of the building and reports there are still victims inside. Do a preliminary search.” He turned away quickly and ordered another pair of men into the neighboring building that had fared somewhat better, at least from outward appearances.

  Jay snagged a fire ax and so did Mike Gables. Together they jogged toward the TV building’s entrance. In the adjacent parking lot, car sirens set off by the earthquake screamed. Lights from emergency vehicles flashed red across the Spanish-style stucco building and the surrounding scaffolding that suggested the TV station had been in the process of remodeling—or maybe earthquake proofing.

  Too little too late, Jay thought grimly.

  He pushed through the front door into a lobby where only an emergency light shone from high up on the wall. The floor was covered with broken stucco and the furniture had been rearranged as though by some decorator gone mad.

  Gables said, “Looks like KPRX evening news is off the air.”

  Flicking on his flashlight, Jay thought about Kimberly Lydell, the news anchor with the face of an angel and the smoky voice of a blues singer. He’d known her in high school but only from a distance. With a typical eighteen-year-old’s raging libido, every time he’d heard her voice back then he’d gotten aroused. The past dozen years hadn’t changed anything. Watching her on the tube was still an exercise in frustration—she’d gone from sixteen-year-old prom queen material to star quality.

  He hoped to God she wasn’t one of the victims trapped inside this old building.

  They made their way along the hallway to the stairs.

  “Anybody here?” Jay shouted, his voice muffled by the hard plastic shield in front of his face.

  Cautiously they started up the stairs. Gables was a good partner to have. Experienced. Someone you felt safe with protecting your back.

  On the second floor the debris was thicker, glass and plaster under their feet. A beam down. They’d passed the door to the first office when they heard a sound.

  “I’ll check it out,” Gables said.

  Jay kept going down the hallway. An electrical wire dangled from the ceiling, clicking a slow rhythm against the wall. No danger there unless they suddenly regained power. Then the wire would be hot and could start a fire.

  “Help!”

  He stopped in his tracks. The call had been weak. Female.

  “Help me!” she cried again.

  He followed the sound. “Keep talking, lady. I’ll find you.”

  “In here.”

  Giving his shoulder to a jammed door, he pushed it open and swept the room with his flashlight. A broadcast studio, he realized, and his adrenaline kicked up a notch. Kimberly did the six o’clock local news. He ought to know. Like most of the men in Paseo del Real, he caught it as often as he could. The earthquake had struck at 6:14. It was probably 6:45 by now.

  Whoever was here had been stuck for a half hour. Dangerous business.

  The beam of his flashlight zeroed in on a woman with collar-length blond hair. His gut clenching, he called on all of his professional training to keep calm. Not to race in there and make matters worse.

  Pressing the talk key on the mike attached to his jacket, Jay said, “I’ve got a female victim on the second floor, third door on the right. I’m going in.”

  Gables’s voice warned him to be careful. His male victim was conscious and Mike was moving him to safety. He’d be back.

  “Please…I’m…hurt.”

  “Stay put. I’m on my way.” Jay worked his way around toppled cameras and other debris. The roof had collapsed on the far side of the room, bringing down part of the ceiling with it. A wooden beam, one of those heavy Spanish-style numbers, had fallen into the middle of things. It’d be hell to drag out of there on his own and he saw immediately that the beam was resting right across her legs.

  He knelt down next to her, forcing a calmness he’d been trained to communicate but one he wasn’t feeling at all. “Hi. How’re you doing?”

  “Outside of being scared to death, you mean?”

  He grinned behind his visor. One tough lady—

  Then he noticed her bloody face. From what he could see, there were deep lacerations on her left cheek, her creamy complexion already showing signs of discoloration.

  Pulling out a sterile compress stored in the lining of his hat for this very purpose, he fought a wave of nausea as he ripped open the package. Hell, he’d seen injured people before. Dead people, too. But not Kim—every man’s dream woman.

  “Looks like you’re doing a little bleeding. Let me put this compress on your wound and then we’ll see if we can get you out of here.” He placed it on her cheek and she winced but didn’t cry out. Tough. And brave. “Can you hold it in place for me?”

  She nodded, watching his every move.

  It didn’t take Jay long to determine he’d need help to lift the beam off Kim’s legs. He couldn’t get enough leverage with his ax. Sitting back on his haunches, he keyed the microphone—

  And that’s when the second quake struck.

  Instantly he grabbed his hat and placed it over Kim’s head to protect her from falling debris. He covered the rest of her slender body with his own to shield her as best he could. She felt fragile and vulnerable as more stucco and plaster rained down and the building shook on its foundation. Wood splintered and metal groaned. Sirens wailed.

  Finally the ground stopped shaking. But he didn’t. A good, solid quake could give even a professional a bad case of the jitters.

  “You still with me?” he asked, lifting the hat from her face.

  “I wouldn’t think of leaving the party early when it’s as exciting as this.” She gave him a tremulous half smile.

  He chuckled.

  Over his mike, Gables said, “Jay, you okay?”

  “We’re both enjoying the ride,” he replied. “But any time you can get us some help, I’m sure the lady would like to dance with somebody else for a while. She’s pinned under a beam. I’m going to need a pry bar and some extra muscle. A paramedic would be helpful, too.”

  “Gotcha. Unfortunately, that last roller knocked the staircase loose. It may be a while before we can get to you.”

  Jay checked on Kim. She wasn’t bleeding heavily but he was worried about her pinned legs. Loss of circulation could have serious effects. But he couldn’t do much about that at the moment.

  “We’ll be here when you get here, buddy,” he said into the mike. “Just don’t take a long lunch break, okay?”

  “Understood.”

  Looking up at him, Kim said, “If there’s another quake, this whole building could go down. Maybe you ought to—”

  “I’ve got no plans to leave the dance without you, Kim. Just relax. My buddies will get us out of here.”

  “You know my name?”

  “Sure. Everybody in Paseo del Real knows you.”

  A little frown tugged at her forehead, though it didn’t appear to be because of pain. Probably experiencing some confusion from the trauma she’d experienced.

  “Should I know you, too?”

  “Probably not. But we did go to Paseo High together.”

  She studied him a moment before her eyes widened—eyes the shade of the blue lupines that grew on the hillsides around Paseo del Re
al in spring. “Jay? Jay Tolliver?”

  He grinned, pleased in spite of himself that she recognized him. “Guilty as charged.”

  “Oh, my gosh—” She winced, this time from pain.

  “Easy, Kim. It’s best if you lie still.”

  “I know…” Her battle not to panic was bright in her eyes along with the courage it took to stay calm. He held her hand and felt it tremble. “I remember you.”

  “I’m flattered.”

  “You shouldn’t be—” She groaned and bit down hard on her lip.

  “Let me see if I can get some of this weight off of you.” Using his ax, he worked to wedge another piece of wood under the beam. Raising it only a fraction of an inch would help. But he couldn’t get much leverage and the beam was damn heavy.

  “Wait!”

  Her cry stopped him.

  “Why don’t we just talk till someone comes? I mean—”

  “Sure.” Her lips had grown pale and that worried him. She was likely going into shock. Where the hell were his buddies? This woman was in deep trouble or would be soon enough if someone didn’t get her out of here. “So what would you like to talk about?”

  “You. I often wondered what had happened to you. How’d you get to be a fireman?”

  “Firefighter. That’s the politically correct term these days.”

  Her smile was weaker than before. “So?”

  “I figured eventually I’d rescue some damsel in distress and she’d fall into my arms pledging her undying love.”

  “Count me in on that one, hero. What girl could resist?”

  A lot of them, Jay suspected. Particularly those who knew his background—raised by a single mother on disability, the two of them living every day only inches away from disaster. A kid who had to work his way through high school, let alone community college, which he’d squeaked through during night classes, working extra jobs and trying to support his mother. Not exactly the kind of man who conjured up romantic dreams in the life of a high-school prom queen like Kimberly Lydell.

  Damn, he’d wanted to know her so much better. But there hadn’t been time. Not between his classes and two part-time jobs. Not when he knew damn well she was dating the most popular jocks on campus.