âWeâre not husband and wife, are we?
You donât even know my name. You never once called me by name. You donât know any more about me than I do.â
âYouâre making a mistake,â Eden said.
âYeah, I trusted you. That was my mistake. What I canât figure out is why you didnât call the cops last night when I stumbled in here. Why is that? What is it youâre after?â
âLook, give me the gun, and weâll talk about it.â
Until he knew differently, he had to assume Eden was his enemy, an enemy from whom he needed answers. But this was a dangerous place to try to get them. He needed somewhere that was safe until he figured out what to do. Where? Thatâs when he remembered the painting above the fireplace.
He was getting out of here, going to that isolated houseboat on the riverâand he was taking her with him.
Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,
Those April showers go hand in hand with a welcome downpour of gripping romantic suspense in the Harlequin Intrigue line this month!
Reader-favorite Rebecca York returns to the legendary 43 LIGHT STREET with Out of Nowhereâan entrancing tale about a beautiful blond amnesiac who proves downright lethal to a hard-edged detectiveâs heart. Then take a detour to New Mexico for Shotgun Daddy by Harper Allenâthe conclusion in the MEN OF THE DOUBLE B RANCH trilogy. In this story a Navajo protector must safeguard the woman from his past who is nurturing a ticking time bomb of a secret.
The momentum keeps building as Sylvie Kurtz launches her brand-new miniseriesâTHE SEEKERSâabout men dedicated to truth, justiceâ¦and protecting the women they love. But at what cost? Donât miss the debut book, Heart of a Hunter, where the search for a killer just might culminate in rekindled love. Passion and peril go hand in hand in Agent Cowboy by Debra Webb, when COLBY AGENCY investigator Trent Tucker races against time to crack a case of triple murder!
Rounding off a month of addictive romantic thrillers, watch for the continuation of two new thematic promotions. A handsome sheriff saves the day in Restless Spirit by Cassie Miles, which is part of COWBOY COPS. Sudden Recall by Jean Barrett is the latest in our DEAD BOLT series about silent memories that unlock simmering passions.
Enjoy all of our great offerings.
Sincerely,
Denise OâSullivan
Senior Editor
Harlequin Intrigue
If setting has anything to do with it, Jean Barrett claims she has no reason not to be inspired. She and her husband live on Wisconsinâs scenic Door Peninsula in an antique-filled country cottage overlooking Lake Michigan. A teacher for many years, she left the classroom to write full-time. She is the author of a number of romance novels.
Write to Jean at P.O. Box 623, Sister Bay, WI 54234. SASE appreciated.
Eden HawkeâShe is prepared to risk anything to get her son back, including the man without a past.
ShaneâHe is on the run and with no memory. Can he trust the alluring P.I., or is she another threat to him?
TiaâEdenâs friend is worried about her.
NathanialâIs Edenâs son still alive? If so, what became of him after he vanished three years ago?
RoyâThe caretaker is unwilling to tell what he knows.
Harriet KrauseâThe lab technician is frightened. What is she hiding?
Bruno and BorisâWhatever their actual names might be, the two brutes are both dangerous and desperate.
Lissie ReardonâShe is prepared to sacrifice everything, including her life.
Charles MosesâEden had once loved him, but now heâs her enemy.
Irene MosesâThe daughter of Sebastian Jamison is as shallow as she is beautiful.
Claire JamisonâWhat family secret is Sebastianâs elegant but ruthless widow determined to protect?
Estelle and Victor DuBoisâThey are valuable friends, but how far are they willing to go to help Eden and Shane?
To my good friends Bev, Jane and Kathy. Youâre the tops.
A special thank you to Judy Scrimpsher, R.N.,
for sharing her medical knowledge.
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
Epilogue
Whatever it was, it was vital. Something he had lost and had to recover before it was too late. That part was clear, though nothing else was.
He wished his head would stop hurting. If only he could achieve that much, ease the throbbing inside his skull, he was certain he would remember just what it was he was trying to find.
Then a new thought struck him. Maybe it wasnât a something from which he had been separated but a someone. Could that be right? Yes, he was sure of it now. Someone was waiting for him, someone who needed him. Or was it the other way around? Was he the one in need?
In his confusion he wasnât absolutely certain of anything, only that he had to get there. Wherever there was. He was so disoriented he had no idea what this place was or how heâd gotten here. Neither the hour nor the weather were his allies.