He still had the power to take her breath away
It wasnât fair, Elizabeth thought fleetingly. It wasnât fair that after everything theyâd been through, after all the grief and hurt and bitterness of the past eighteen months, he still had the power to take her breath away.
âElizabeth! What are youâwhat brings you by here?â
He chose his words carefully around her, for so long, she wondered if either of them even knew how to relax anymore.
Coming over to stand behind his desk, his gray eyes raked her curiously. And no wonder. She hadnât been in his office in over a year. Not since before the accident.
âI decided to drop by and see if you have dinner plans.â
He lifted a brow as he regarded her across the expanse of the desk. For the longest moment he said nothing and Elizabeth rushed to explain. âThereâsâ¦something I need to talk to you about.â
âI see.â His gaze flickered, but she didnât have a clue what he was thinking. He seemed so remote, so cold. Nothing at all like the man who had barely let her out of bed on their honeymoon.
She didnât want to remember their honeymoon now. Or the night theyâd made their precious sonâ¦. She couldnât do what she had toâ¦.
Amanda Stevens is the bestselling author of over thirty novels of romantic suspense. In addition to being a Romance Writers of America RITA>® Award finalist, she is also the recipient of awards in Career Achievement in Romantic/Mystery and Career Achievement in Romantic/Suspense from Romantic Times magazine. She currently resides in Texas. To find out more about past, present and future projects, please visit her Web site at www.amandastevens.com.
Elizabeth BlackstoneâHaunted by her sonâs death, she becomes vulnerable to an evil seduction. The only one who can save her is the man she turned away from.
Paul BlackstoneâA weekend trip to save his marriage becomes a battle to save his wifeâs soul.
Roland LatimerâIs he a ghost trapped in the mists of Fernhavenâ¦or a figment of Elizabethâs imagination?
Frankie NovakâElizabethâs business partner has secrets of her own she must hide.
Nina WilsonâA woman who insists that she and Paul are meant to be together.
Dr. Julian SummersâHas he formed an unnatural attachment to his patient?
Zoë LindstromâIs she truly a psychic with the ability to âhearâ messages from beyond, or merely a clever shyster?
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
After weeks of gloomy weather, the sun finally broke over the Olympic Mountains and danced in flames across the steely waters of Puget Sound. There was even a rainbow arching like a mystical doorway over the bay. It was one of those golden, fleeting days that Seattleites celebrate and revere, and it was in that moment of sparkling sunlight and glimmering rainbows that Elizabeth Blackstone decided to divorce her husband.
âHow do you think heâll take it?â her friend and business partner, Frankie Novak, asked, concerned. To take advantage of the glorious weather, theyâd strolled from their shop in Pioneer Square to a trendy new restaurant on the waterfront that Frankie had been dying to try. Instead of being seated at one of the coveted tables with a view, however, theyâd been led to what Frankie called the second-tier seating area. The tables along the windows overlooking the bay were reserved for the business moguls and the high-tech movers and shakers that dominated Seattleâs economy. An unknown fashion designer and a struggling entrepreneur hardly rated first-tier seating in the cityâs hottest new restaurant.
âIt wonât come as that much of a surprise,â Elizabeth said in answer to Frankieâs question. âWe may still live in the same house, but weâve been separated for months. Things havenât been the same sinceâ¦â Say it, a little voice commanded. Say his name.
Frankie reached over and put her hand over Elizabethâs. âI know. But divorce is never easy, especially after everything else youâve been through. Arenât youâ¦â Now it was Frankie who trailed off uncomfortably.
âArenât I what?â
Frankie shrugged. âYou and Paul have been married forever. Arenât you afraid of being alone?â
But Iâm already alone, Elizabeth wanted to tell her. Living by herself couldnât possibly be as lonely as living with a man who no longer loved her. Paul still cared for her in his own way, she supposed, but the passion and closeness had long since been spent.
âIâll survive,â she said numbly. She always did. Somehow.
Frankie stabbed a prawn in her spinach salad and took a moment to savor the seafood morsel. âStill, you have to wonder what heâs going to say, donât you?â
âI donât expect heâll say much of anything.â Elizabeth toyed with her pear salad. âHeâll probably move out and then heâll have his lawyer contact my lawyer to negotiate an equitable distribution of the assets.â