Feeling compelled to comfort Yolanda, Faith had touched her shoulder and said, “You needed to talk about it. I understand, and I swear I’ll keep your confidence.” Naturally, the killer thinks Jaclyn is a witness and attempts are made on her life. Eric is determined to keep her safe and find the killer before he...or she succeeds in killing Jaclyn. I loved the chemistry between Jaclyn and Eric, Jaclyn is a feisty southern woman who makes Eric grovel before forgiving him, definitely a fun couple. So, baby, I’m going to be rattling around in that big house all by myself, and I need my own personal redhead to keep me company."

Somehow in the next 80% I lost the genuine emotion between Gray and Faith. I knew her history, but I couldn't connect to Gray's infatuation with Faith, at least not above and beyond the lust burning in his loins. I asked questions.” She didn’t say that it had evidently been common knowledge, for Ed Morgan to know about it. If Yolanda wanted to think she had been discreet, let her have that dubious comfort.I loved the way Linda Howard crafted the plot. It was utterly supurb. Only a truly talented writer can give a book just the right amount of everything. It aggravated the hell out of me,” Gray said frankly. “I don’t want Monica or Mother upset by having all the old gossip stirred up again. I don’t know who it would piss off this much.” So I met Guy at the summerhouse, and told him what I wanted. He was very sweet, very reasonable. He tried to talk me out of it, if you can imagine! Talk about a wound to the ego!” Yolanda smiled, her eyes misty with memory as they met Faith’s. “Here was a man who tomcatted all over the state, and he turned me down. I had always considered myself attractive, but evidently he didn’t. I almost cried. I did tear up a little bit, and Guy was frantic. He was so sweet, a real woman’s man. Tears turned him to mush. He started patting my shoulder, explaining that he really thought I was pretty and he’d love to take me to bed, but I had asked for all the wrong reasons, and Lowell was his friend—he went on and on.” At the tender age of 14 Faith falls head over hills in love with the most beautiful boy/man around. Greyson Rouillard.

He started the car and reversed out of the driveway, following Sheriff McFane’s patrol car down the road. “Obviously some nutcase has it in for you. You’ll be a lot safer somewhere away from Prescott.”Decided to revisit one of my all time favorite Linda Howard books. It’s still as great as my first read in 2011! Given the fact that this story was not meant to be taken as a time period romance 😂 and was written as a modern contemporary “thriller” romance, these aspects of the story were told merely to showcase our heroine’s sleuthing capabilities. This story by Howard is meant to be an action romance, after all, and most of the actions do stand up to the test of time, and did make my heart pound. I did fear for our heroine’s safety in moments of written suspenseful action! I did feel angst due to a perilous situation our Hero and heroine find ourselves in! I booed the villain! He was so physically aware of her that he felt as if he were standing in the middle of an electrical field... sparks flying. Fighting with her was more exhilarating than making love to other women." Hello, I’m Faith Hardy,” Faith said, hurrying to correct the woman’s horrified assumption that she was Renee. “Are you Mrs. Foster?”

Women were always complications, bless their perverse little hearts. A man didn’t even have to marry a woman to lose his bachelorhood; all he had to do was be in a somewhat steady relationship with her, and he’d find himself structuring his free time to accommodate her. And God forbid you actually move in with a steady girlfriend; you might as well get married. He knew, because he’d tried all the variations: married, not married but living together, steady dating, semi-steady dating … it all boiled down to the same thing, meshing their lives together.". The heroine, on the other hand, is a modern emancipated woman who turns stupid in the hero's presence. You know the type. No, I wasn’t. I’m still not.” Gray’s hard mouth curved into a humorless smile. “But threatening notes and dead cats aren’t my style. I fight my battles out in the open.” Read books online free novels Hot Authors Sam Crescent, Zoe Chant, Mia Madison, Flora Ferrari, Lexy Timms, Alexa Riley, Claire Adams, Sophie Stern, Elizabeth Lennox, Leslie North, Amy Brent, Jenika Snow, C.M. Steele, Madison Faye, Frankie Love, Mia Ford, Kathi S. Barton, Jordan Silver, Michelle Love, Delilah Devlin, Bella Forrest, Dale Mayer, Amelia Jade, Nicole Elliot, Sloane Meyers, Random Novels Nothing." He turned his head and kissed her, hard, then disengaged their bodies and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I just noticed how late it is."

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Here you go, then.” The girl pulled out an enormous book, easily three by two feet, but she handled it easily as she placed it on the table. “We have to seal the maps in plastic and put them in the book,” she explained. “If we don’t, they get stolen.” There’s no postage mark on it. It wasn’t mailed, so I’m assuming someone put it in the box after your mail was delivered. No one’s supposed to use the box except the postal service, so the carrier probably would have taken it out. Did you hear the mail run, or see another car pass by?” Despite the fury in his eyes, he gave her a little grin. “Puritan,” he said mildly. “Okay, orange juice it is.” He took a glass from the cabinet and filled it with orange juice, then thrust it into her hand. “Drink it. All of it, while I make a call.” Gray and the girl were both naked on the bed, which was positioned with the headboard under the window on the adjoining wall. Neither of them was likely to see her, which was a stroke of fortune, because Faith couldn't have moved then even if they had both looked straight at her.

Danger glittered in those dark eyes, and before she knew it, he was right in front of her again, almost playfully pinching her chin. "You’re a ballsy little babe, aren’t you? Maybe too ballsy for your own good. Don’t take me on in a fight, sweet thing, because you’ll get hurt." BTW- I didn't mind the wedding details, nor did I think they were too plentiful. The heroine is a wedding planner and taking the reader through her day adds to the story for me. To skim those details would have made the book seem really shallow and vague to me. That was fortuitous in one way, and not in another, because depending on her conversation with Yolanda, she might want to talk to Lowell, too. She took a deep breath and went right to the heart of the matter. “Were you having an affair with Guy that summer before he left?”

He paused, distracted from the pleasure of her trust in him. “Note?” Sternness laced that one word. Faith felt dizzy, and she realized that her chest hurt from holding her breath. Carefully she let it out, and rested her cheek against the white wood. She knew what they were doing. She was eleven, and she wasn't a little girl anymore even if her breasts hadn't started to grow yet. Several years ago she had heard Renee and Pa carrying on in their bedroom, and her oldest brother, Russ, had leeringly and graphically explained what was going on. She had seen dogs doing it, too, and heard cats screeching while they did it. It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places, but the Devlin weed patch had sprouted quite a wildflower in Faith.” I’m really enjoying these suspenseful romances. They’re well written, well crafted romance novels that get my heart racing with the thrill of mystery, action, heartfelt romance, and adult sexy times. I’ve just been devouring these old-school romances lately, (most of the ones I’ve read from her were penned in the late 1990s through the early 2000s) and I have been thoroughly enjoying my time spent in these books 📚.