Praise for the novels of
MAGGIE SHAYNE
âA tasty, tension-packed read.â
âPublishers Weekly on Thicker Than Water
âMaggie Shayne demonstrates an absolutely superb touch, blending fantasy and romance into an outstanding reading experience.â
âRomantic Times on Embrace the Twilight
âMaggie Shayne is better than chocolate. She satisfies every wicked craving.â
âBestselling author Suzanne Forster
âMaggie Shayne delivers sheer delight, and fans new and old of her vampire series can rejoice.â
âRomantic Times on Twilight Hunger
âShayneâs haunting tale is intricately wovenâ¦. A moving mix of high suspense and romance, this haunting Halloween thriller will propel readers to bolt their doors at night!â
âPublishers Weekly on The Gingerbread Man
âShayneâs talent knows no bounds!â
âRendezvous
âMaggie Shayne delivers romance with sweeping intensity and bewitching passion.â
âBestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz
âShayneâs gift has made her one of the preeminent voices in paranormal romance today!â
âRomantic Times
Chicago, 1928
There were only a handful of cops in the area. Just the few whoâd been close enough to hear the gunshots. Officer Michael Gray stood in an alley between two buildings, his gun drawn but basically useless, as rival gangs fired at each other from opposite sides of the street. Tommy guns spat fire in the darkness. Windows shattered, and people ran for their lives. A car sped past, only to stop short as its windows exploded and the driver slumped over the wheel.
That was when he saw the boy. He must have been seven or eight years old, and scared half to death by the noise. He came out of nowhere and ran right into the streetâright into the crisscrossing storm of bullets.
Michael reacted on sheer instinct. He ran out of the alley, shoving his gun into his holster as he went, knowing he would need both hands. He dove on the kid, pinning him to the pavement, covering him with his own body. Sheer adrenaline drove him, and he didnât even feel the pain until he was lying still, holding the kid underneath him. And then it hurt. It hurt like hell, from a dozen places on his body. But not for very long.
When Michael woke he was in a hospital bed, in some kind of a daze. He didnât feel anything. He couldnât seem to speak, but he could see and hear what was going on around him. He heard a doctor saying there was nothing that could be done. He saw a nurse shake her head and dab at her eyes, but then she slid a sideways glance in his direction and gave him a wink. As if she knew something he didnât. What the hell? He was lying here, dying, and the nurse was winking at him? What kind of a hospital was this?
That thought fled, though, when he saw his wife, Sally, sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, pale as a ghost, shaking. Then the doctor took her arm, pulled her to her feet and led her from the room.
As soon as they were gone, the flirtatious nurse hurried to close the door behind them. Then she closed the window curtains tight and came to his bed. âAbout time,â she said. âItâs damn near morning. I thought theyâd never leave. Listen, theyâll be back soon. We donât have much time.â
She was cute, with short dark hair and huge eyes. He tried to move his lips, to give voice to the questions swirling in his mind, but he couldnât get them out.
âDonât try to talk,â she said. âJust listen, okay? Iâm not a nurse. My nameâs Cuyler Jade. I saw what happened in the street, the way you saved that kid, and I followed the car that brought you in. Then I sneaked in, borrowed this uniform from some nurseâs locker.â She turned in a little circle, arms out. âNice fit for a quick grab, isnât it?â
He blinked slowly, wondering if this was all some kind of hallucination.
âWe have to make this quick,â she said. âYouâre a hell of a guy. A hero. You donât deserve to die, but youâre going to. Probably a few minutes from now. Youâve got more holes in you than Swiss cheese, and Iâm not whistlinâ Dixie.â
Was this information supposed to comfort him somehow?
âI can see to it you donât die, Michael Gray. I can see to it you live. You wonât be like you were before, but youâll be alive. Youâll be strong. Healthy. But different. Very different. Do you understand?â
He blinked, thinking the woman was insane, and shook his head slightly, side to side.
âHell, of course you donât understand. And I donât have time for the full rundown. Just suffice it to say I went out the same way you did. Cross fire, lots of bullets. And look at me. Iâm okay. You can be the same. So lemme ask you this. Do you want to live?â