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Julie Miller is an award-winning author--with a National Readers Choice, a Daphne du Maurier and a PRISM among other prizes.  She's been a finalist in several other venues, including the Golden Heart and Romantic Times Career Achievement Award.  Some of her 30+ books have appeared on the USA Today and Waldenbooks bestseller lists.  Find out more at www.juliemiller.org.

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October

Oh God. In her sleep, Liza Parrish rolled over and tried to wake herself up. It was happening again. And she couldn't stop it.

"Shh, baby. Shush."

Liza closed her hand around the dog's muzzle and hunched down closer beside him in his hiding spot in the shadowy alley. The fact that he didn't protest the silencing touch was evidence of just how close to starvation this furry bag of skin and bones was.

He was lucky she'd come here after classes and work tonight, following up on a call to the shelter about an emaciated stray wandering the dock area that neither the county's Animal Control Unit nor the Humane Society had been able to catch. She'd get him back to the vet's office where she was interning—feed him a little bit of food and water, run some tests to make sure he wasn't infected with heartworm or some other debilitating disease, give him some love and a bath, and maybe just save his life.

But who was going to save her ?

She hoped the dog was the only one who could hear her heart thumping over the whoosh of the Missouri River, surging past only a few yards away.

Trying to calm herself so the dog wouldn't panic and give away their position, Liza blinked the dampness of the foggy night from her eyelashes. If only she could blink away the stench of wet dog and old garbage just as easily. If only she could blink herself to safety.

Her leg muscles were beginning to cramp in protest against just how long she'd been curled up with the knee-high terrier mix, hiding behind the trash cans and plastic bags that smelled as if they could have been left in this alley off the river docks ever since the warehouses on either side had closed. She was tired, aching, chilled to the bone—and scared out of her mind.

But she wasn't about to move.

Hearing two gun shots from the other side of the brick wall she huddled against did that to a woman.

Watching the two men waiting in the black car parked only ten, maybe twenty feet from her hiding space also kept her rooted to the spot. Her jeans were soaking up whatever oily grime filled the puddle where she crouched. The only warmth she could generate were the hot tears stinging her eyes and trickling down her cheeks.

Was this what it had been like for her parents and for Shasta? Endlessly waiting for death to find her. Fighting back the terror that churned her stomach into an acid bath. Driving herself crazy trying to decide whether, if she was discovered, it was smarter to fight or run for her life.

She felt her parents' terror. Felt her pet's confusion as he valiantly tried to protect them. Felt their senseless loss all over again.

Two gunshots.

Death.

And she had a ringside seat.

The dog squirmed in her arms and Liza absently began to stroke his belly, feeling each and every rib. "Shh, baby." She mouthed the words. She wasn't the only witness to this crime.

Eyewitness.

Almost of their own volition—maybe it was a subconscious survival streak kicking in—her eyes began to take note of the details around her.

Black car. Big model. Missouri plate B ? Or was that an 8? Oh hell. She couldn't make out the number without moving.

But she could see the men inside. She had a clear look at the driver, at least. He was a muscular albino man, with hair as shockingly white as the tattoos twining around his arms and neck were boldly colored. In the passenger seat beside him sat a black man. He was so tall that his face was hidden by the shadows near the roof of the car's interior. She could tell he was built like a lineman because he was having a devil of a time finding room enough to maneuver himself into his suit jacket.

The size of the black man was frightening enough, but the albino looked crazy scary, like he'd beat the crap out of anyone who stared crosswise at him.

She was staring now. Stop it!

Liza closed her eyes and turned away. She could note any damn detail she wanted, but if those crazy colorless eyes spotted her, she was certain there'd be no chance to tell anyone what she'd seen.

The gunshots had rent the air only a couple of minutes ago, but it felt like hours had passed before she heard the next sound. The sticky, raspy grind of metalon metal as someone opened the front door of the warehouse and closed it with an ominous clank behind him. At the sharp bite of heels against the pavement, she opened her eyes again. The black man was getting out of the car with an umbrella, opening the back door.

"No, Liza. Don't look." It was almost as if she could hear her mother's voice inside her head, warning her to turn away from the eyes of a killer. "It'll hurt too much."

"But I need to see," she argued, feeling the tears welling up and clogging her sinuses again. "It's the only way I'll be free of this nightmare."

"Don't look, sweetie. Don't look."

"I have to."

Liza squinted hard, catching sight of the back of a pinstriped suit climbing into the backseat of the car.

"No!" She threw her head back. She'd missed him. She hadn't seen the man who'd fired the gunshots.

The next several minutes passed by in a timeless blur. The car drove away. She'd seen fogged up windows, and a face through the glass. But it had been too vague. Too fast.

She didn't know what the third man looked like.

As she had dreamed so many times before, what happened next was as unclear as the mist off the river that filled the air. But Liza was inside the warehouse now, cradling the weightless black and tan dog in her arms, creeping through the shadows.

If there were gunshots, if there were killers, then there must be….

"Oh, my God."

Liza had no free hand to stifle her shock or the pitying sob that followed.

In the circle of harsh lamplight cast by the bare bulb hanging over the abandoned office door was a man. Lying in a spreading pool of blood beside an overturned chair, his broken, bruised body had been laid out in a mock expression of reverence. His twisted fingers were folded over his stomach. The jogging suit he wore had been zipped to the neck, and the sleeve had been used to wipe the blood from his face.

"Stay with me, baby." She set the dog on the floor, keeping one foot on the leash she'd looped around his neck in case he should find the energy to try to run from her again. Although she was in grad school learning how to treat animals, not humans, she knelt beside the man's carefully arranged body and placed two shaking fingers to the side of his neck. She already knew he was dead.

"Remember." Liza heard the voice inside her head. Not her own. Not her mother's. "Remember."

"I'm trying."

Barely able to see through her tears, Liza pulled her cell phone from her pocket and turned it on. She punched in 9-1-1. "I need to report a murder."

"Remember."

"Shut up." She tried to silence the voice in her head. She wasn't on the phone anymore. She was kneeling beside the body, reaching out to him.

The dead man's eyes popped open.

Liza screamed. She tried to scoot away. "No!"

His bloody hand caught hers in an ice-cold grip and he jerked his face right up to hers. "Remember!"

"No-o-o!" Liza's own screams woke her from her nightmare. She thrashed her way up to a sitting position. Panting hard, she was barely able to catch her breath. And though she felt the haunting chill of her cursed dreams deep in her soul, she was burning up.

"What the hell? What…"

She became aware of wiping her hands frantically, and then she stilled.

On the very next breath she snatched up the pen and notepad from her bedside table, just as she had been trained to do. Write down every detail she remembered from her dream before the memories eluded her. Dead body. Cold hand.

"Remember," she pleaded aloud. Before the body. There were gunshots. She put pen to paper. "Dead man. Two shots." And… and…

Blank.

"Damn it!" Liza hurled the pen and pad across the room into a darkness as lonely and pervasive as the shadows locked up inside her mind.

A low-pitched woof and a damp nuzzle against her hand reminded her she wasn't alone. She was home. She was safe. She flipped on the lamp beside her bed and with the light, her senses returned.

Three sets of eyes stared at her.

She could almost smile. Almost. "Sorry, gang."

The warm, wet touch on her fingers was a dog's nose. She quickly scooped the black and tan terrier mix into her lap and hugged him, scratching his flanks as she rocked back and forth. Liza couldn't feel a single rib on him now. "Good boy, Bruiser. Thanks for taking care of Mama. I'm sorry she scared you."

Not for the first time Liza wondered if the scrappy little survivor remembered that night more clearly than her own fog of a memory allowed her to. She traced the soft white stripe at the top of his head. "I wish you could tell me what we saw. Then we could make this all go away."

But she and her little guardian weren't alone. The nightmare might have chilled her on the inside, but her legs were toasty warm, caught beneath a couple of quilts and the lazy sprawl of her fawn-colored greyhound, Cruiser. "So I woke you, too, huh?"

Cruiser outweighed Bruiser by a good sixty pounds, and could easily outrun him, but a guard dog she was not. She was the cuddler, the comforter, the pretty princess who preferred to offer the warmth of her body rather than her concern. Liza reached down and stroked the dog's sleek, muscular belly as she rolled onto her back. "I know you're worried, too, deep down inside. I wish I could be as serene and content as you."

And then, of course, there was the furry monster by the door. Yukon's dark eyes reflected the light with something like contempt at the disruption of his sleep. Despite weeks of training and all the patience she could muster, the silvery gray malamute had yet to warm up to her. No amount of coaxing, not even a treat, could lu...

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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 224 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (October 14, 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373693575
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373693573
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.6 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (15 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,622,409 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

More About the Author

USA TODAY Bestselling author Julie Miller writes breathtaking romantic suspense. She's won a National Readers Choice Award and two Daphne du Maurier Awards among other prizes. She was also honored to receive a Career Achievement Award from RT BookReviews. This year she is honored to be a finalist for RWA's prestigious RITA Award. Several of her more than 50 books have appeared on the USA Today, Amazon and BookScan Top 100 Romances bestseller lists.

Writing about Kansas City cops, Julie has crafted the bestselling, award-winning Taylor Clan series for Harlequin Intrigue, as well as its equally successful spin-off series, THE PRECINCT. In addition, Ms. Miller has published several single-title romantic suspense books with a paranormal twist. Millions of copies of her books have been sold in print and e-format around the world.

Check out Julie's book giveaway contests, monthly newsletter and more on her website at www.juliemiller.org.

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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By RJ Parker on April 19, 2012
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PRIVATE S.W.A.T. TAKEOVER BY JULIE MILLER is captivating from page one to the end.
Lisa Parrish witnessed the murder of John Kincaid (a retired police officer), but she has amnesia and can only remember bits and pieces of the murder. She is being assisted by a hypnotist to help her remember who she seen.

John Kincaid has four sons who are also police officers. The youngest is Holden, who is on the SWAT team as a sniper. He is obsessed with finding his father's killer but because of conflict of interest, the sons are not allowed involved in the investigation. When he finds out that Lisa's whereabouts have been compromised, he takes personal custody of her.

This book is packed with action, shooting, suspense and romance. A great story. Highly recommended.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Chrissybear77 on February 16, 2015
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Two great books, for a low price. This series is a must read. I loved it. There is action romance hit steamy romantic moments. Do yourself a favor get the book and check out the rest of this series!
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Norahsgranny on October 29, 2014
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I found Julie Miller in Make Mine a Marine and searched for more, finding Private SWAT. I am reading every book I can at this time. Found me a new favorite author
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Karen Miner on February 26, 2015
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Julie Miller did her usual outstanding job of writing. Makes you feel like you are right there living these stories.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By dcbow57 on April 20, 2015
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As usual Julie Miller has written a terrific story. Action packed and oh so full of romance.
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1 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Emma McG on May 19, 2012
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This is the third book in the Kincaid brothers mini-series by Julie Miller. Reading the other two first is really important to understand all of what's going on here.

Holden is easily my favorite of the Kincaid brothers. He's a SWAT team sniper and a bigtime charmer. I also found him to kind be a bit of a hothead. When he meets Liza Parrish, the key witness in his father's murder, he's immediately drawn to her. At first it's because he believes she holds the key to bringing his father's murderer to justice, but he quickly realizes it's because of the chemistry they have together. Liza is a tough-talking, dog-loving vet student, and I liked her immediately. She's already dealt with enough tragedy in her life, and witnessing part of John Kincaid's murder gave her amnesia. She wants to remember, especially after becoming involved with Holden. I really enjoyed their back-and-forth banter, though the "Romeo and Juliet" bit did get old, considering their families weren't enemies. The metaphor just doesn't fit, and it just seemed like a huge stretch for the writer. Honestly, as much as it's referenced is what prevented me from giving this 5 stars. After the second reference, I just rolled my eyes.

I liked that we got to see what Holden actually does in his own job, something that, in my opinion, was lacking in the first two books in this mini-series. Yes, the brothers are cops, but I was glad to finally see one of them actually focusing on his own job - a SWAT team sniper - rather than chasing leads in their father's case. I also liked that Liza wasn't much of a damsel in distress. She was equally as tough in taking care of herself and her man.
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By blodg on December 5, 2012
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This is another one of Julie Miller's KCPD books and it doesn't disappoint! It's a mix of suspense and heart-felt emotion that keeps the reader enthralled! I highly recommend reading ALL of Julie Miller's KCPD series books!
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i love j millers precinct myteries, the precinct , the precinct swat's are all really good to read, and the characters
all appear in the sequal books
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