Desperate Strangers
Will her secrets get them killed?Nick Simon is using his “fiancé,” Julie Peterson, as an alibi. But when someone starts calling with threats of murder, Julie is drawn even closer to the only man who can protect her…
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His secrets might break her heart
but hers could get them killed!
Nick Simon is using his âfiancée,â Julie Peterson, as an alibiâand her amnesia means she doesnât even know they only met at the scene of her accident. But when someone starts calling with threats of murder, Julie is drawn even closer to the only man who can protect her. Will she remember the deadly secret she carries before a murderer can strike again?
CARLA CASSIDY is an award-winning, New York Times bestselling author who has written more than one hundred and twenty novels for Mills & Boon. In 1995, she won Best Silhouette Romance from RT Book Reviews for Anything for Danny. In 1998, she won a Career Achievement Award for Best Innovative Series from RT Book Reviews. 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.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07876-4
DESPERATE STRANGERS
© 2018 Carla Bracale
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
He wasnât a killer, but tonight he intended to become one. Nick Simon ran silently through the sultry July night. His heart beat faster than he imagined a meth headâs pounded after one too many hits.
Not that he knew anything about drugs. In his thirty-three years heâd never even tried one. Heâd always done the right thing. He paid his taxes on time, had never gotten a traffic ticket. He tried to be a good man, a thoughtful neighbor, and yet tonight he intended to murder a man heâd never met.
The flashlight, ski mask and gun in his pocket burned as if lit with the fires of hell. His thin latex gloves wrapped around his hands like alien skin.
At this time of night he hoped his victim was sound asleep. He hoped he didnât awaken to see Nick before he fired the gun. Nick didnât want to see that kind of terror in anyoneâs eyes. But if anyone deserved to be terrorized and killed, it was Brian McDowell.
Nick slowed his pace when he was less than a block away from Brianâs home. He tried to control the beat of his heart by taking in slow, measured breaths and releasing them equally slowly. Sweat tickled down the center of his back and wept down the sides of his face.
The night air was thick...oppressive, but it was dangerous to go in frantic. Frantic made mistakes and the last thing Nick wanted was to wind up in prison. A dog barked in the distance and he jumped closer to a stand of bushes.
At just after midnight on a Sunday this neighborhood had been quiet. There had been no traffic to hide from as heâd made his way the three blocks from where heâd parked his car.
