Starting a new life in San Diego with paramedic Scott McCall, Tricia Campell, formerly Kate Whitehead, the wife of an abusive and powerful husband, is forced to make a difficult decision when her husband is charged with her 'murder'. Should she let an innocent man go to jail, or save him and lose...
By the Year 2000: BABY! What have you resolved to do by the year 2000? Susan Kennedy's going to have a baby by the time she turns forty. Which is in the year 2000. It's something she's wanted, planned for the past decade. Now she's got everything she needs to go ahead. A nice home, a successful...
If the vulnerable look on Tressa’s face when he’d picked Levi up from Amelia’s little beach house on Monday afternoon hadn’t been enough, the fist clenching his own gut as he dropped Levi off at day care on Tuesday would have done it. But he’d already been disturbed by Lac...
He caught the shuttle for the off-site car rental place he’d phoned the night before. Half an hour later he was on I-10, his six-foot frame chafing beneath the seat belt in the Chevy Impala. He’d never driven in Phoenix before, but at that early hour there was little traffic and he’d studied maps...
"But I can't let you get away without paying for your crime," she said. Nicole's tears had stopped, but she glanced up nervously from the table where she'd written her statement in elaborate cursive that looked as much like art as it did handwriting. &nbs...
Mark said in lieu of a greeting as Addy stepped out the door Thursday afternoon. Sitting on the low wall in front of her unit, she watched as he slid a plastic box under her car, used pliers to loosen something up and guided the center of the box to catch the flow of used ...
He answered immediately. Asked her how she was and told her, when she asked, that he was fine. He’d keep things proper and businesslike, but damn, it was good to hear her voice. Veering off the main path, he found a bench beneath a tree and sat as h...
The older man had taken a look at his boat and had verified what Chris already knew. He’d shot at least one piston. The Son Catcher wasn’t going anywhere until Chris came up with a thousand bucks and the time to fix her. And if he kept dipping into his savings, he wasn’t g...
She’d buried her womanly parts as many layers deep as she could. She wasn’t going to have sex with him. But man, he looked good. In jeans that hugged his thighs and perfectly showcased his delectable backside, a button-down white shirt with the cuffs rolled up and sandals,...
A woman at a local convenience store recognized the suspect. “Was she there last Friday?” Sam asked, instantly alert as he took down the address. “No.” “No?” “It was Wednesday of last week,” the man sa...
Her friends had looked to her for her reaction to the news, and she’d done what a wife does. She’d supported her husband. Inside, she’d been quaking. If she hadn’t known Elliott was lying to her about her mother, how would she know how to discern any other time? Her father...
SHE was pregnant. For the second day in a row, Ella took half a day’s leave and left work before she was scheduled. She didn’t go anywhere in particular. Just drove around.Alone.Jason had asked if she wanted company. He’d offered to spend the evening with her. But she had a feeling he was going t...
But as much wine as she’d tasted in her life, she’d never been to a private vintner party—never had so many varieties of exquisite wine in one setting. “He’s never brought a woman to one of these before.” The man who spoke had just walked up behind her, coming to stand wit...
He was tall and tanned, with light brown hair that was thick and full. He had stunning blue eyes. He wasn’t embarrassed about kissing his kids goodbye, yet he walked with enough of a swagger to proclaim his healthy male ego. He was charming and witty, he listened, he had interesting things to say...
She reached toward the nightstand next to her queen-size bed, trying to make contact with her cell phone, cracking her knuckles on the end table at the same time that she registered the leathery texture beneath her cheek. She was on the couch. With a quick glance at Sammie...
Twenty minutes passed—the dishes were done and I'd moved on to laundry, before I remembered that, in anticipation of Lori's visit, he'd taken off the week between Christmas and New Year's. New Year's Eve came and went, a quiet night at home with our sons, playing games, singing along with Nate at...
How stupid could I be? The sudden changes in Danny toward Bailey. Ha! I’d been thanking him. I drove like a bat out of hell. Headed toward my parents’ house. I wasn’t thinking, just reeling, as the image of my husband and best friend standing together in her home—Bailey’s ...
It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”Recycling programs for this product may not exist in your area. ISBN-13: 978-0-373-71829-0 THE TRUTH ABOUT COMFORT COVE Copyright © 2013 by Tara T...
Something different. Something he’d never done before. Surfing the internet for an Arizona day adventure, he shook his head again and again. He’d already been skydiving. Enough times to be instructor material. He’d flown his own plane. He’d climbed mountains bigger than an...
If I could go over them, maybe I’d find something that could help us end this terror before anyone else got hurt. If children died because of me, I’d never forgive myself. If a client of mine was behind the kidnapping… In that case I should have seen the signs. Should’ve known. If Maggie got hurt...
Bob Chaney, their producer, poked his head into the sound room during a commercial break Friday morning. Michelle pushed a button on the telephone and handed Jacob the receiver. He looked so different this morning than he had on Wednesday night, and she’d hoped the return to his usual uniform of ...