âItâs possible your life is in danger.â âItâs possible your life is in danger.â Paul took one of her hands in both Paul took one of her hands in both of his. of his.
She didnât believe it, but the intensity in his eyes told her that he was dead serious. Madison liked to think she could take care of herself, and she could, but something cracked inside her. Knowing Paul cared appealed to her softer feminine sideâthe side she liked to deny having.
His expression darkened with an unreadable emotion. âSo much is going on, a perfect storm of events, and youâre at the center. I donât want anything to happen to you.â
His look was so galvanizing it sent a tremor through her. The concern reflected in his eyes became smoldering desire. She was gathered against a warm, rock-solid body and he covered her mouth with his. He kissed her urgently, hungrily, as if he couldnât get enough of her. She eased her arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss.
In a heartbeat her blood thickened to warm honey. Kissing him was even better than sheâd imaginedâ¦.
Praise for the work of
MERYL SAWYER
âSawyerâs gift for building great and believable characters makes the danger they face all the more intense. Outstanding!â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews on Kiss of Death (4>1/2 stars, Top Pick)
âSawyer spins a tale to captivate and entertain.â¦Wonderfully crafty and extremely entertaining.â
âRomance Readerâs Connection on Half Past Dead
âNail-biting suspense punctuates this thrilling romantic adventure. The name Meryl Sawyer is synonymous with exceptional romantic suspense.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews on Better Off Dead
âA riveting work of romantic suspenseâ¦near perfection.â
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âRomantic Times BOOKreviews on Closer Than She Thinks
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âCount on Meryl Sawyer to deliver a fast-paced thriller filled with sizzling romance.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Jill Marie Landis
This book is dedicated to Dave Wells
and to my close friends, Pamela and Ricki. Where would I be without your friendship? A special thank-you also to the real Keith Brooks Smith for his humor and his inspiration.
The best way to love anything is as if it might be lost.
âG. K. Chesterton
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
EPILOGUE
âTHEREâLL NEVER BE another you.â
The killerâs words were spoken softly, almost lost in the darkness. The dead were lucky. Death stopped time and their mistakes were ended. They were forever young and unchanged in the minds of those left behind. They were immortalized. Especially beauties like the woman slumped across the floor nearby.
What might she have become?
That unfulfilled promise would be seared into the memories of her loved ones. So young. So sad. So tragic.
So necessary.
Death meant life everlasting. Didnât it?
âDonât look at her body. Donât allow this to become personal,â whispered the killer.
Death divides time like nothing else. Closing doors irreversibly. Before and after. No doubt her family, friends, a loverâif she had oneâwould always say her name accompanied by those words. Never, ever would âbeforeâ return.
Silent as a shadow, the killer moved toward the door, unable to resist a quick look back. Inhaling deeply, the killer absorbed the sweet perfume of death.
Take it in. Make it last until the next time.
This murder had been much harder and messier than the others, but in a way the difficulty of the taskâthe challengeâmade the kill more satisfying. Life did not go smoothly. Why should death?
Had the dead woman seen this coming? the killer wondered. People believed terrible things happened to othersânot them. Still, humans did retain remnants of their ancestorsâ primitive instincts. Fearâfirst among those vestiges of survival. She must have sensedâ¦something.
THIRTY-SEVEN MINUTES earlier, at almost three in the morning, the victim had driven up the short, narrow driveway. Her front porch light must have burned out. She had turned it on before leaving, hadnât she?
It was difficult to remember just what sheâd done when sheâd raced out of the house to meet the others. Sheâd been too keyed up to pay much attention to anything but what she had been instructed to wear. A black stocking cap to go with her black pants and T-shirt and black soft-soled shoes. They promised to provide the night-vision goggles and latex gloves.