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  DENYING

  THE DEVIL

  CALLE J.

  BROOKES

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Denying the Devil (Masterson County, #4)

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  DENYING | THE DEVIL

  Prologue

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  Epilogue.

  Summer of 2018

  LOST RIVER LIT PUBLISHING, LLC

  SPRINGS VALLEY INDIANA

  EST. 2011

  Other books by

  Calle J.

  Brookes

  PARANORMAL ROMANCE

  DARDANOS Paranormal Romance

  The Blood Hunter (formerly Live or Die)

  The Blood Heir (formerly The Blood King)

  The Blood Seer (formerly The Seer’s Strength)

  The Blood Warrior (formerly The Warrior’s Woman)

  The Blood Healer (formerly The Healer’s Heart)

  The Wolf Bitten (formerly Once Wolf Bitten)

  The Demon Queen (formerly Awakening the Demon’s Queen)

  The Wolf Queen (formerly The Wolf’s Redemption)

  The Wolf God (formerly The Wolf God & His Mate)

  The Nightmare God (formerly God of Nightmares)

  DARDANOS: THE LAQUAZZEANA

  The Warrior Soul (formerly A Warrior’s Quest)

  The Darkest Soul (formerly Out of the Darkness)

  The Chosen Soul (formerly Warrior Blind)

  The Reborned Soul (formerly The Witch)

  The Goddess Soul (formerly Balance of the Worlds)

  The Healer Soul (formerly The Healer’s Soul)

  DARDANOS: THE ADRASTOS

  The Outcast One (formerly The Outcast)

  The Forlorn One (formerly The Forlorn)

  The Beloved One (formerly The Beloved)

  The Betrayed One (formerly The Betrayed)

  ROMANTIC SUSPENSE

  PAVAD: FBI ROMANTIC SUSPENSE

  Beginning (Prequel 1)

  Waiting (Prequel 2)

  Watching

  Wanting

  Second Chances

  Hunting

  Running

  Redeeming

  Revealing

  Stalking

  Ghosting

  Burning

  Gathering

  Falling

  Hiding

  Seeking

  FINLEY CREEK SERIES

  TRILOGY ONE (TEXAS STATE POLICE)

  Her Best Friend’s Keeper

  Shelter from the Storm

  The Price of Silence

  TRILOGY TWO (FINLEY CREEK GENERAL)

  If the Dark Wins

  Wounds That Won’t Heal

  Hope for Finley Creek (bonus novella)

  As the Night Ends

  MASTERSON COUNTY NOVELLA SERIES

  Seeking the Sheriff

  Discovering the Doctor

  Ruining the Rancher

  Denying the Devil

  SUSPENSE/THRILLER

  PAVAD: FBI CASE FILES

  PAVAD: FBI Case Files #0001

  “Knocked Out”

  PAVAD: FBI Case Files #0002

  “Knocked Down”

  PAVAD: FBI Case Files #0003

  “Knocked Around”

  Calle has several free reads available at

  www.CalleJBrookesReads.com

  For my grandfather, the best man I have ever known.

  You will be missed.

  Oct. 2015

  For my grandmother, who gave me the courage to try. Without you and your love of romance, I never would have made it this far.

  Feb. 2016

  For my papaw, whose children loved him deeply, and will always

  miss him.

  Oct. 2017

  CALLE J. BROOKES is first and foremost a fiction writer. She enjoys crafting paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She reads almost every genre except horror. She spends most of her time juggling family life and writing while reminding herself that she can’t spend all of her time in the worlds found within books. CJ loves to be contacted by her readers via email and at www.CalleJBrookes.com. When not at home writing stories of adventure and wrangling with two border collies and a beagle puppy, CJ is off in her RV somewhere exploring the beautiful world we live in, along with her husband of she can’t remember how many years and their child.

  DENYING THE DEVIL

  Copyright © 2018 by Calle J. Brookes

  All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations em- bodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  For information contact:

  www.callejbrookes.com

  Book and Cover design by B. G. Lashbrooks

  ISBN: 978-1-948328-88-3

  First Edition: MAY 2018

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  THE DEVIL

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  Prologue

  HIS SON WAS DEAD. GONE.

  A victim of his own stupidity and youth and baser urges. Clive understood that. He wasn’t a stupid man, nor was he blind to the ways of the world. His boy Jay had never been the best sort, nor had he been the brightest.

  Dog mean, some had said about his younger son. His real son. His blood.

  Clint was just the bastard his wife, Paula, had foisted on him the day they’d wed. He’d given the boy his name out of duty and obligation. Because the father of that boy had been his own brother, who’d taken off into the hills when Paula had said she was pregnant. Women in Masterson, Wyoming, were hard to come by. He’d taken the first woman he could stand talking to who knew her way around the bedroom.

  He hadn’t truly regretted it. Paula had been a riot to play with. Always up for an adventure in the sack, too.

  Ovarian cancer had taken her out of the world, and his life, when the boy she’d given him had been all of sixteen months old.

  He’d had the raising of Jay and his older stepson, Clint, ever since. Jay had made some missteps along the way, but Clive had never expected his boy to end up like this.

&n
bsp; His boy hadn’t deserved to suffer like he had there at the end. No human being did. Hell, not even a dog deserved this.

  Jay had made mistakes, but his boy had died in pain. No amount of drugs could completely dull the pain of the burns that would never have healed. Or the pain of losing the girl Jay had wanted.

  That it was his boy’s fault for setting the fire mattered little.

  Those damned Masterson boys should have gotten Jay out faster than they had. It would have been the right thing to do.

  Why couldn’t they have done the right thing to do?

  Clive collapsed next to his son’s hospital bed as the tears almost destroyed him.

  Jay hadn’t deserved to die this way. Not because of some damned girl. It just wasn’t right. Jay had deserved better.

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  NATHANIEL MASTERSON, head of the Masterson County Hospital, waited around the small ER until the woman he needed finally showed up. She’d been somewhere in the back of the small ward, helping with an MVA patient who’d needed her mother. The mother was currently in ICU with a very cautious prognosis.

  It had been a longer night than he even wanted to think about. But everyone would live, barring any complications.

  And he—they—still had a forty-minute drive to the ranches where they lived. He checked his watch. Nate had moved Persephone Tyler—his nemesis and thorn in side—to the later afternoon/early evening shift months ago. He’d had her on three p.m. to three a.m. but that had had to change.

  It was just too dangerous for a woman to be out that late.

  Even in Masterson County.

  Recent events in the town that had nearly killed all three of his brothers—and all three of Perci’s sisters—had made that abundantly clear to him.

  Nate wanted Perci on the same shift he was on.

  Easier for him to keep an eye on the little trouble magnet that way. Trouble just had a way of finding her.

  She was the type of woman a smart man never turned his back on. That man had to keep his wits about him at all times.

  Nate was stuck with her as a major part of his life; she was sister to all three of his sisters-in-law. He adored the three other Tyler women. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for the women his brothers loved.

  That meant Perci was his responsibility when at the hospital. More so than anyone else, though he took the safety of the rest of his staff seriously, as well.

  But Persephone Tyler...Perci was his to watch over. He’d felt that way about her from the very beginning. Long before her sisters had captivated his brothers.

  He’d known her and wanted her long before they had ever met her sisters.

  Nate found himself wanting to watch her far more than a smart man should.

  She dragged in, fatigue clear in her Tyler blue eyes. And limping. He’d heard the story—one of her patients tonight had had a massive seizure. The man was nearly as big as Nate; Perci had been knocked to the floor during the event. She’d done some damage to a not-quite healed fracture in her leg she’d suffered recently.

  He’d told her a week ago she should have still been in the cast. But she’d insisted it come off.

  She would never complain, especially to him. He called her name and motioned toward his office door, right off the main lobby.

  Her shoulders slumped and a wariness hit her face, but she nodded. Nate studied her as she limped toward him, clutching the crutch that one of the orthopedic physicians had insisted she use for a day or two. The physician had had a tough time getting her to agree—but he’d eventually managed. Nate had commiserated with the man an hour ago.

  Perci eyed Nate like he was about to bite.

  She felt about him the same as he felt about her. They were two tigers caught in a cage, ready to defend their small space from the other. Nipping and snarling, biting and clawing.

  Perci rubbed her face with one hand. She was paler than normal. The freckles on her cheeks stood out like paint spots. “What is it, sir?”

  She always called him that when they were on the clock; it was another one of her little ways of poking at the bear. Perci loved to poke the bear.

  Nate was the damned bear, and he knew it.

  “Inside my office. We have some family business to discuss.”

  “We’re not family, Dr. Masterson. Not you and I. You’re the one Masterson I’m not going to claim. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

  “Ha ha. We’re kissing cousins. You might as well get used to it.” He’d like to kiss her. Just to stop that little mouth from snipping at him all the time.

  But if he ever started kissing her, he’d probably never want to stop.

  “Just because my sisters went all loony over a bunch of Masterson cowboys doesn’t mean I’m as gullible. Trusting. Naive. Willing to be so stupid.” Her smirk was weak. It had him mentally sighing. Why did she always have to fight? Especially him.

  It seemed like they’d been fighting since the moment they’d met. She was tired and hurting, and still hissing like a half-wild kitten.

  “You think your sisters made mistakes?” He knew she didn’t; Perci was a strong supporter of her new brothers-in-law in everything. It was just Nate she didn’t like.

  His fault. He hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to play nice with this woman. He’d done everything he possibly could to push her away.

  “No. But only three of you brothers were good husband material. And they snatched them all up. Not everyone in a family can measure up.” She shot him a sassy look, though the exhaustion in her face and in the way she held herself told him its own story. “I don’t suppose you have a cousin somewhere for me? I met one or two at the weddings who would work.”

  He’d not wanted to admit it to anyone, but he’d been worried about her tonight.

  It hadn’t been all that long ago that she’d been injured by a burning beam when a monster had attacked his brother and her identical twin. Perci’s actions had saved all of their lives—and she’d ended up with second-degree burns on her back and a few broken bones. She was still healing.

  Still looked so...vulnerable. Nate hated when Perci was vulnerable.

  Her family had had its share of troubles in the past year. That, no one could deny.

  What he had to tell her would just wrap all that up. Tie the loose ends. Hopefully, the Tylers could move on after that.

  Like Perci’s three sisters Phoebe, Pip, and Pandora, all had.

  Sparring with Perci just hadn’t been the same since the night Jay Gunderson had burned down the Tylers’ barn, with Perci, Pip, and Nate’s brother Matt inside.

  “Jay Gunderson is dead. Complications from an infection. I thought you deserved to know as soon as I learned.”

  Perci stared at him out of those eyes of hers that he still dreamt about. “I’m not exactly sure what I am supposed to say here.”

  “I know.” The loss of life, any life, had always struck him hard. But in this instance, he just couldn’t force himself to mourn the man who had tried to kill the woman in front of him. Who had tried to kill Matt. And Perci’s twin, Pip, who had never hurt anything or anyone in her entire life. “But I wanted you to hear it from me.”

  She nodded. “Thank you. I’ll tell Dad.”

  “I’ve already called Matt to let him and Pip know.”

  She nodded again. “Of course. Just what she needs. Reminding of Jay Gunderson. She’s not feeling well today.”

  “You spoke with her?”

  “No.” It was a simple answer, but Nate didn’t press. He knew how she operated. And damn it all, even though it belied all logic, Perci always seemed to know exactly how her identical twin was feeling. Especially since Pip had announced her pregnancy. “But I know.”

  “That’s a little too woo-woo for me.”

  “Your powers of description are awe inspiring, Dr. Nate.”

  He snorted. “Grab your things, smart ass, and let’s go. I promised Matt and Jo
el I’d drive you home tonight.”

  “Gee, thanks, Galahad.”

  But she followed along. Which told him her exhaustion went deeper than her desire to avoid him at all costs.

  She said very little as they drove. About twenty minutes into the drive, he looked over at her. She hadn’t spoken in a while.

  “You ok?”

  “Just thinking. Tired. Dr. Paterson gave me something for the pain. It’s getting to me.”

  “Admitting a weakness? You must be hurting worse than I thought?” All joking aside, he wanted to know.

  She went silent and stayed that way until they got to his home. He hadn’t intended to bring her there, but he had.

  Perci hadn’t said a word when he’d made the turn into the private access road that would lead to his place, instead of going past it on toward the Tyler ranch several miles beyond.

  It wasn’t until they were in his driveway and he’d rounded the front of the car that he realized she’d drifted off.

  Nate made a quick decision. She didn’t need to be putting weight on that foot. Not when she didn’t have to.

  He opened her door and leaned down.

  Startled blue eyes met his. “Nate?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why am I here?”

  “I made an executive decision—as your physician.”

  “Dr. Paterson treated me tonight.”

  “He gladly turned your care over to me after you snipped at him tonight. So...I made a decision. You’re sleeping here tonight. Where I can keep an eye on you.”

  “It’s just a sprain, you dork.”

  “And it happened on my watch. You’re stuck with me tonight. Unless you can get Pan or Levi to drive you home? It is rather late...”

  She sighed, then turned her face against his neck. He half feared she’d bite him. “I can walk, Masterson. I’m not helpless.”

  “Can it. You’re dead on your feet. And probably a bit wobbly. You should have two crutches, not one. The instant I put you down, you’ll fall and break your neck. Sue the shit out of us.”

  “Right. Like I’d sue my three brothers-in-law—how would they support my future nieces and nephews?” She squirmed. “Put me down, you idiot.”

  “No.” Nate knew he was being a contrary ass, but she’d acted like he was a serial killer out to carry her off. Besides, he was enjoying it. Perci smelled like all woman. The scent of hospital antiseptic and cleaner was still there, but he could make out her shampoo, too. And the unique scent that was all her. “It’s raining, and you’ll fall flat on your ass—or break that leg again.”