Riley had said to be ready for anything.
As she watched him get out of his truck and make his way to her front door, Savannah pushed aside all thoughts of her dead husbandâincluding the guilt. Riley looked so handsome, so alive, that she couldnât keep her heart from racing, her palms from sweating.
Savannah smoothed her hand down her sundress, a flutter of nervous anxiety rippling through her. What did he have planned for the day?
He spied her through the window, and his lips curved into a smile that shot a river of warmth through her. And in that moment she knew she was ready.
For anything.
Dear Reader,
This is a month full of greats: great authors, great miniseriesâ¦great books. Start off with award-winning Marie Ferrarellaâs Racing Against Time, the first in a new miniseries called CAVANAUGH JUSTICE. This family fights for whatâs rightâand their reward is lasting love.
The miniseries excitement continues with the second of Carla Cassidyâs CHEROKEE CORNERS trilogy. Dead Certain brings the hero and heroine together to solve a terrible crime, but it keeps them together with love. Candace Irvinâs latest features A Dangerous Engagement, and itâs also the first SISTERS IN ARMS title, introducing a group of military women bonded through friendship and destined to find men worthy of their hearts.
Of course, you wonât want to miss our stand-alone books, either. Marilyn Tracyâs A Warriorâs Vow is built around a suspenseful search for a missing child, and itâs there, in the rugged Southwest, that her hero and heroine find each other. Cindy Dees has an irresistible Special Forces officer for a hero in Line of Fireâand he takes aim right at the heroineâs heart. Finally, welcome new author Loreth Anne White, who came to us via our eHarlequin.com Web site. Melting the Ice is her first bookâand weâre all eagerly awaiting her next.
Enjoyâand come back next month for more exciting romantic reading, only from Silhouette Intimate Moments.
Leslie J. Wainger
Executive Editor
is an award-winning author who has written over fifty books for Silhouette. In 1995, she won Best Silhouette Romance from Romantic Times for Anything for Danny. In 1998, she also won a Career Achievement Award for Best Innovative Series from Romantic Times.
Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write. Sheâs looking forward to writing many more books and bringing hours of pleasure to readers.
She crouched on a wooden support beam beneath the bridge that spanned the Cherokee River. Although it was after midnight, the full moon overhead splashed down a silvery light that danced on the river water below.
Shiny water, she thought. Shiny, treacherous water. For Cherokee Native Americans water was sacred, used for cleansing and purifying. It had been the presence of this river that had led her people to this area of Oklahoma many years before.
For her, the river no longer signified anything but death. Fourteen months ago, in a freak accident, her husband had lost control of his car and slammed through the wooden guard rail of the old bridge. Heâd plunged to his death in the river below. At the moment his life had left his body, all will to live had left hers as well.
Every Saturday night when she got off work she came here. She climbed up the wooden support beams until she was high over the river, and stared at the water below.
Beneath the bridge the river was at its most fierce, with speed and depth and powerful whirlpools that rarely spit up a survivor.
If she released her hold on the support beam over her head and leaned forward just a little bit, she would fall. The river would accept her into its depths, and she would be rejoined with the man she loved.
Jimmy, her heart cried. If she just let go and leaned forward, she and her husband would walk hand in hand through the spirit world for eternity.
âJust let go,â a voice whispered in her head. âThatâs all you have to doâ¦let go.â But even as the voice whispered seductively in her ear, her hand tightened its grip on the overhead support.
A sob caught in her throat as she realized she couldnât release her grip on the beam. Her heart desperately wanted to, but she simply couldnât let go. She didnât understand. All her hopes, all her dreams had drowned along with Jimmy. She had no reason to live.
Once again she stared down at the river, finding the moonlit water hypnotic. Jimmy. Jimmy. Tension ebbed away from her body as she continued to gaze at the water below. Her grip on the beam loosened as her fingers began to relax their hold. Just let go. Just let go.
At that moment her cell phone jangled from its resting place inside her pocket. Instantly her fingers tightened once again around the support.