Praise forUSA TODAYbestselling author Rita Herron
“Herron understands the bonds between mother and child and presents a touching and terrifying tale of evil and redemption.”
—RT Book Reviews on Unbreakable Bond
“Rita Herron is a gifted writer with the ability to draw her readers into the story and the minds of not only her hero and heroine but also the mind of the criminal. A real page turner, Up in Flames will not disappoint the readers.”
—CataRomance.com
“A slick plot combined with riveting characters and unyielding suspense make Herron’s latest a star attraction for fans.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Missing Twin
“This story will totally captivate the reader. A tale packed solid with suspense and excitement with a new surprise at the turn of every page…An absolutely fascinating read that is definitely recommended. Rita Herron is an extremely gifted writer.”
—Fresh Fiction on Forbidden Passion
USA TODAY bestselling author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgia with her family. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, or visit her website, ritaherron.com.
Books by Rita Herron
Harlequin Intrigue
Guardian Angel Investigations
His Secret Christmas BabyUnbreakable BondThe Missing TwinHer Stolen Son
Bucking Bronc Lodge
Cowboy To The MaxCowboy CopNative CowboyUltimate Cowboy
Other Titles
Cold Case At Camden CrossingCold Case At Carlton’s CanyonCold Case At Cobra CreekCold Case In Cherokee Crossing
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
A THUNDEROUS BOOM rocked the hospital walls and floor, jarring Nina Nash awake. What had happened? Had she been dreaming, or had there been an explosion?
Screams and shouts suddenly echoed in the halls, and footsteps of people rushing around outside her room pounded. Somewhere a food cart crashed and glass shattered.
Then the smell of smoke wafted to her.
Panic seized her. Dear God, there had been an explosion. The hospital was on fire.
She threw off the covers, not bothering to grab her robe or slip on her bedroom shoes, but the stitches from her C-section pulled as she shuffled to the door and shoved it open. Smoke flooded the hallway in a cloud so thick that she immediately coughed, her eyes watering.
She had to get to her baby. Little Peyton had been a preemie, less than five pounds, and was in the neonatal intensive care unit.
What if the fire was near the babies?
God, no…
Stumbling forward as fast as she could with her sore abdomen, she heard the sound of voices shouting again, another person crying. The fire alarm trilled, adding to the chaos. Through the gray fog, she spotted patients stumbling outside their rooms, everyone searching for an escape, confused and frightened.
“The east wing is on fire,” someone yelled.
“Find the stairwell and get out!” someone else shouted.
“Help me!” a woman screamed.
Someone bumped Nina as they raced down the hall toward the stairwell.
Heat flooded the hall and an orderly grabbed her arm to push her toward the staircase. “This way, miss.”
“No, I have to get to my baby,” Nina cried.
“No time, the nurses and firefighters are getting the infants out! And that corridor is engulfed in flames.”