After the Dawn: A Family Affair Novel

After the Dawn: A Family Affair Novel

by Francis Ray

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New York Times bestselling author Francis Ray's third novel in the Family Affair series, featuring long lost siblings who find family, friendship, forgiveness, and love

Samantha Collins is stunned when her grandfather turns Collins Industry over to her, causing more than a bit of ill will among the other family members, especially her uncle, Evan. But nothing stuns her more than when she finds out that he has asked Dillon Montgomery to help her run the company. Her grandfather had fired Dillon and ordered him off the company property years ago.

Twelve years ago Samantha made her feelings known to Dillon and the whole thing ended in disaster and they haven't spoken since. Working together now, even all these years later, is sure to be a disaster. Still, she needs his help if she is going to keep Collins Industry afloat. But will the prodigal son return to the empire — and the woman — who desperately need him? Will he be able to admit how much he desperately needs her?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250024817
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/18/2013
Series: A Family Affair , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 202,623
File size: 836 KB

About the Author

Francis Ray is the New York Times bestselling author of the Grayson novels, the Falcon books, the Taggart Brothers, and Twice the Temptation, among many other books. Her novel Incognito was made into a movie aired on BET. A native Texan, she is a graduate of Texas Woman's University and has a degree in nursing. Besides a writer, she is a school nurse practitioner with the Dallas Independent School District. She lives in Dallas. "Francis Ray is, without a doubt, one of the Queens of Romance." --Romance Review
Francis Ray (1944-2013) is the New York Times bestselling author of the Grayson novels, the Falcon books, the Taggart Brothers, and Twice the Temptation, among many other books. Her novel Incognito was made into a movie aired on BET. A native Texan, she was a graduate of Texas Woman's University and had a degree in nursing. Besides a writer, she was a school nurse practitioner with the Dallas Independent School District. She lived in Dallas. "Francis Ray is, without a doubt, one of the Queens of Romance." --Romance Review

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After the Dawn

By Francis Ray

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2013 Francis Ray
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-02481-7


Most of Elms Fork had turned out for Abe Collins's funeral, Dillon Montgomery noted. Two hours ago, they'd spilled out of the largest church in town. There were so many flowers, it had taken two black vans to carry them to the cemetery. The slow procession of cars behind the hearse had been two miles long. Most of the businesses — except for the gas stations and a couple of restaurants — were closed in honor of a man who had made Elms Fork more than a dot on a map.

Muffled sniffles came from beside him. Feeling helpless, Dillon tightened his arm around his mother's slim shoulders. She wasn't a woman who cried easily. They both had reasons to hate and love the man being slowly lowered into his final resting place. Abe had stuck by Dillon's mother when half the town and many of the employees at Collins Industry turned their backs on her because she'd been unwed and pregnant with Dillon.

Twenty-three years later, he'd fired Dillon and ordered him off the company's property. At sixty-nine, standing six feet, he'd still been a man who could win against another man half his age and win. At twenty-two, brash and arrogant, Dillon might have taken him on if his mother, Abe's secretary at the time, hadn't come into the office when she'd heard them arguing.

"Dillon," his mother said softly, bringing him back to the present, "I can't believe he's gone."

Dillon patted her arm awkwardly. It was just him and his mother. He had no idea how to deal with her grief. She'd lost friends, of course, but none had affected her as much as Abe's passing.

"I feel sorry for Samantha," his mother continued. "She'll have no one now."

Her uncle and aunt certainly wouldn't be there for her, Dillon thought. They were as selfish and snobbish as they came. Although Dillon didn't associate with them, they probably hadn't changed much in twelve years.

Dillon couldn't see Samantha for the crush of people, the towering hats the women wore, but he could visualize her face — hurt and embarrassed after he'd rebuffed her awkward attempt to seduce him.

That had been twelve years ago. His mind shut down from going further. Those thoughts weren't appropriate at a funeral. He hadn't seen or heard from her since. "She'll be fine."

"I hope you're right. Abe loved her so much," his mother mused. "I'm glad she came before we lost him."

Dillon wasn't sure if his mother expected an answer or just wanted to talk. He'd come as soon as he'd heard The Old Man, as Abe was called behind his back, had died. Listening to the strong voice of the minister Dillon couldn't think of one reason why Abe would have called him the day he'd died. Dillon had been in Canada working on a Lotus for the Formula One vintage car racing competition.

His mother had mentioned Abe's heart attack when they'd talked the day before but said he was recovering at home. When the call came, Dillon had been in the middle of getting the car ready for a trial run and hadn't been able to talk.

An hour later, when Dillon had been able to take a break, he'd called his mother to check on her. She was his and Abe's only connection. Once he knew she was fine, he'd decided to call Abe later. When he'd called later that night, the housekeeper said Abe was dead. He'd taken the first flight he could get to be with his mother. He would regret for a long time that he hadn't taken Abe's call.

"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust."

"Come on, Mama," Dillon said, gently urging his mother toward the car parked a quarter of a mile away on the narrow two-lane road. There was no way they would get near Samantha to offer their condolences. His priority, as it had always been, was taking care of his mother.

* * *

They'd been at his mother's home an hour when the phone rang. Dillon grabbed the receiver. His mother was watching a sappy Lifetime movie in the den. He hadn't wanted to leave her, but the movie was making his eyes cross.


"May I speak with Dillon Montgomery and Marlene Montgomery?"

Dillon frowned at the strange wording. "Who is this?"

"Samuel Boswell, Abe Collins' lawyer. Is this Mr. Montgomery?"

Dillon's stocking feet came off the cushioned hassock, hitting the area rug beneath. "Yes."

"Is Ms. Montgomery there as well?"

Dillon cut a look at his mother. He thought she was deep into the story, but obviously he'd been wrong. Sitting on the sofa across from him, she muted the sound on the built-in TV and watched him.

"Abe's lawyer wants to speak to us."

"Put him on the speaker," she said, folding her hands in her lap.

Dillon hit the speaker. "We're here."

"Excellent. I'm sorry to disturb you at the time of your grief and appreciate you taking my call."

Dillon rolled his eyes. Lawyers wasted so much time trying to make you know how important they were.

"Thank you, but what is the reason for your call?" his mother asked.

Dillon grinned. His mother was as straightforward as he was.

"The reading of Abe's will is tomorrow morning at the Collins mansion. Abe requested you both be there."

Dillon and his mother shared a look of surprise.

"I can't imagine why," Dillon said.

"What time?" his mother asked.

"Eleven sharp, Ms. Montgomery. Can I expect the both of you?" the lawyer asked.

"We'll be there," his mother said. "Is there anything else?"

"No, thank you. Good-bye."

His mother came to her feet, hung up the receiver, and headed for the kitchen. Dillon followed, hoping she wasn't going to cry again. "You all right?"

"Yes." Using a potholder, she removed the baking dish with a rump roast from the warming oven. He'd wanted to eat when they returned from the cemetery, but since she wasn't hungry, he'd pretended not to mind waiting.

Dillon grabbed the plates, set the table, and filled two glasses with iced sweet tea. His mother had picked at her food for the past two days. Today, that stopped.

"Abe and I settled our differences years ago." She put the mashed potatoes in the microwave, then turned the gas burner on under the green beans. "I called the hospital when I heard about his heart attack, but was told only family members were allowed in his room. I spoke with Samantha once and asked her to tell him that I was praying for him."

"He called me the day he died," Dillon said quietly.

His mother placed her hand on his arm. "Perhaps he had a premonition he wasn't going to make it, and wanted to make amends."

Dillon lifted a dubious brow. "He'd choke first."

Shaking her head, she turned at the ding of the microwave. "He was a hard man sometimes, but he was there when I was pregnant. I'm not sure if we would have made it otherwise."

"And fired me when I wanted to make improvements on the turbo," Dillon recalled, the incident no longer stinging. Because of that one event, he'd gone on to become a successful businessman with three garages for regular cars and a fourth for high-performance cars. He was also an in-demand mechanical consultant for vintage racing cars.

"You succeeded, as I always knew you would."

She was probably the only one. She'd raised Dillon by herself. She'd never done anything but love and encourage him, even when the town called him a jailbird-in-waiting. He'd lived in the moment, doing as he pleased, and he'd done some crazy things.

One of those times he'd come home buzzed on illegal cheap booze and rammed his car into the garage. He recalled waking up to his mother's tears, thankful he was all right, and the neighbors standing around sneering and predicting he'd kill himself one day and they just hoped he didn't take them with him.

His mother had somehow gotten him inside, but he'd passed out on the living room floor. He'd come to when he heard her crying. She'd sat by him all night, scared he'd throw up and choke on his vomit. He finally realized he was hurting the only person who loved him completely. That was the last night he'd come home blind drunk. He'd been a senior in high school. He'd started hitting the books instead of the bottle, and he'd stopped chasing easy women.

His mother had saved him. There wasn't a thing on God's green earth that he wouldn't do for her.

"You're the strongest woman I know. You would have made it," he finally said.

"Spoken like a son who loves his mother. Now sit down and eat. You have to be starving." She filled his plate with beef, creamy potatoes, and green beans with real bacon bits. She placed a basket of soft rolls in front of him.

Dillon looked from his plate to her. Sighing, she picked up the plate he'd placed on the table for her and prepared her own plate. Seated, she said the blessing and picked up her fork. "I'm eating."

"About time." House rule: They both ate or they both went hungry. Dillon dug into his food with relish. He'd eaten in some of the finest, most expensive restaurants in the world, but his mother's cooking beat them all.

"I wonder if there is someone to take care of Samantha. She sounded ... alone and scared when we spoke briefly," his mother mused. "I'm glad we'll have a reason to see her tomorrow."

Dillon said nothing. He wondered if Samantha remembered the searing kiss that had made him rock hard and ready. She'd had on a ruffled pink prom dress that stopped inches above her knees. She and her friends had tumbled out of a limo into the bar where he'd been drinking, trying to get over Abe's firing him. He'd been in a foul mood.

Samantha hadn't seemed to mind. She'd come on to him as soon as she'd seen him. If he hadn't known she was half drunk and the reason she was trying to seduce him, he might have taken her up on her offer.

He'd never forget her clinging to him, murmuring that she just wanted to forget. Well aware of her parents' death two weeks earlier, he'd held her, then taken her home instead of to the motel as she'd suggested.

Once at the Collins mansion, he'd expected to find someone waiting for her. Or Abe with a shotgun. There hadn't been anyone. His mother never went to bed until he was safely in his.

Samantha had the saddest look he'd ever seen when she'd looked over her shoulder at him, then closed the door of the mansion. He'd made sure no one took advantage of her, but he'd always felt as if he'd let her down — which was idiotic because they'd barely known each other.

Adjusting his position in the chair, he kept his head down. Women. You could never please them.

* * *

Five minutes before eleven, Dillon and his mother arrived at the Collins mansion — there was no other way to describe the magnificent Georgian structure. It was the only three-story house in the town and sat on five acres of manicured lawns with its own small lake and eight-hole golf course.

Dillon pulled up behind a late-model Mercedes and cut the motor of his Ferrari, one of four cars he owned. It was part of his image as the go-to guy for automotive problems of high-performance cars. The other part, he freely admitted, was showing Elms Fork that the guy they'd written off was wealthier and more successful than they'd ever be.

His mother smoothed her hand over the straight black skirt of her suit. It had a designer label, but she had selected it for comfort and style. And at his insistence. She'd done without when he was growing up so he wouldn't have to. That was never going to happen again. Unlike Dillon, she had no desire to rub people's noses in his success. That was okay. He'd do it for both of them.

He reached for her hand and found it steady, but her eyes were troubled. "You all right?"

She gave him the warm, loving smile that had bolstered him time and time again. "You know the only reason Abe wanted us here is because we're in his will."

"The thought had crossed my mind." Dillon opened his door and came around to open his mother's. Still slim and agile at fifty-seven, she gracefully swung her feet out and stood. At five foot four, she came up to the middle of his chest. She pushed strands of blackish-brown hair that brushed her shoulders off her cheek. She remained a beautiful woman. Many of his friends didn't want to believe she was his mother when they met the first time.

"Maybe he wants me to restore his wife's Mercedes. I understand it hasn't been driven since she died."

Marlene adjusted the hem of her short jacket. "She became ill the year Collins Industry took off. Abe would have given it all to have her well and by his side. Theirs was a love that everyone should have."

Dillon caught his mother's arm and started up the curved bricked steps. The kind of love that she probably had thought she had. Instead, Dillon's father had deserted her. Times like these, Dillon wished he had ten seconds with A. J. Reed, his no-good father. But they'd made it without him.

One of the double twelve-foot oak doors opened. Dillon wasn't prepared to see Samantha standing there. She was draped in a simple black dress and misery. Lips that had boldly promised to fulfill his every fantasy, trembled. Black gave a haunting, fragile quality to her beauty.

"Hello, Samantha. You probably don't remember me. We spoke on the phone when Abe was in the hospital. I'm Marlene Montgomery, and this is my son, Dillon."

Samantha's startled eyes snapped to him the second his mother mentioned his name. He saw heat flush her cheeks. So she hadn't forgotten.

* * *

Samantha simply stared. Dillon Montgomery was easily the handsomest and sexiest man she had ever seen. He was six feet two of mouthwatering temptation. Twelve years ago, she'd been miserable enough to throw herself at him and risk the fires of hell. If rumors were right, he was related to her.

His sensual mouth curved knowingly. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She was definitely flirting with fire for her sinful thoughts.

"Abe's lawyer asked us to come," his mother said in the lengthening silence.

Samantha flushed. What was the matter with her? At a time like this, no matter how enticing, she shouldn't be ogling Dillon. "Please, come in."

Perhaps it wasn't a rumor after all that Dillon was Abe and Marlene's son. Why else would they be there? Her grandfather's lawyer said they were waiting on two other people. "We're in Granddad's study."

"He loved you," Marlene said as she entered the wide marble foyer. "I know he was glad you were able to be here with him."

Samantha's hand clenched on her damp handkerchief. "Thank you."

"Samantha, we're waiting. Bring them —" Evan Collins, in another of his tailored suits, this one gray pin-striped, stopped abruptly on seeing Dillon and Marlene. "What are you doing here?"

"Abe's lawyer asked us," Dillon said with entirely too much satisfaction, Samantha thought. "Since you sound anxious to begin, I suggest we go into Abe's study so Boswell can get started."

"I don't want you in my house." Evan blocked their entrance.

Samantha's gaze bounced from her angry uncle to Dillon, his easy smile gone, his black eyes narrowed.

"That's not what Abe wanted and, as everyone in town knows, this was his house, not yours," Dillon said.

Evan's face flushed. Samantha had never heard anyone talk to her uncle that way.

"You must be Ms. Montgomery and Dillon." Samuel Boswell, her grandfather's lawyer, joined them, acting as if nothing were amiss. He was barely five feet, with a receding hairline and sharp, intelligent eyes behind his wire-framed eyeglasses. "I was hoping that was you." He stuck out his hand. The handshakes were brief.

Samantha noted Dillon smirking at her uncle. Her uncle glowered back.

"Please follow me so we can begin," the lawyer said.

Evan caught the lawyer's arm. "Why are they here? I know what's in Dad's will, and they're not in it."

The man shifted uncomfortably in his shiny wing tips. "All your questions will be answered momentarily. Let's go in."

* * *

Ignoring Evan, Dillon caught his mother's arm and Samantha's without thinking. She looked as if she were at her breaking point. Living with her contentious uncle and aunt, Dillon understood why.

He found he wanted to comfort her as much as he did his mother. She had grown into a beautiful woman and was just as tempting now as she had been twelve years ago.

And just as off-limits. He never dated women from Elms Fork anymore. In the small town, people were too nosy and into everyone else's business. Besides, there were only so many free women to choose from. He'd never traveled the same path, dated friends or their relatives. Plus, he didn't want the woman bothering his mother when he moved on — and he always would.


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After the Dawn: A Family Affair Novel 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
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Ms. Ray has done it again....llve it
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Truly an enjoyable read
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Loved the contrast of characters age . Everyone finds love .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Although i was missing a few pages toward the end, this was a great read. Would love to see a sequel .
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Well worth the wait! Loved this story!
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This is a new book I hope there are so many reprint of the same book with different cover.
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Everything I read by Francis Ray is outstanding. This was no exception.
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