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Jack Thornton had assumed that this was just a routine missing persons report, but there was nothing routine about his response to Kathryn. He’s never reacted so quickly or so strongly to any woman before, and the erotic dreams they share threaten to overwhelm his control. But the more he investigates her friend’s disappearance, the more uneasy he feels. For he’s starting to sense that he and Kathryn are being manipulated by someone…or something. They seem to be playing cat-and-mouse with an unseen enemy—but what Jack doesn’t realize is that a killer is on the hunt, and he will stop at nothing to attain his goal. And that the killer is convinced that Kathryn is the key to his dreams of unholy power…
Rebecca York's writing is fast-paced, suspenseful, and loaded with tension. -- Jayne Ann Krentz
She writes a fast-paced, satisfying thriller. -- UPI --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
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Kathryn Reynolds swept a lock of fiery red hair away from her forehead and rocked back in her chair.
Rolling the tension out of her shoulders, she stared critically at the computer screen. Two days ago she’d been happy with the brochure she was designing for Sunrise Realty.
Now she had the nagging feeling there was something wrong. Was the text readable enough against the background of rising suns? Should she use a bolder font?
She had just clicked on the color chart when she heard footsteps on the front porch of the white Victorian she’d inherited from Grandma O’Shea.
Heather! Thank God. She hadn’t realized until that moment how worried she was. But her sigh of relief evaporated with the sound of the doorbell. Heather wouldn’t ring the bell. Unless she’d lost her key––and forgotten about the one she’d hidden under a rock in the bushes. Which, actually, she wouldn’t put past her friend and downstairs tenant. Heather had a lot of excellent qualities, but she was also a bit of a flake.
Speaking of which––
The bell sounded a second time, and a male voice called out, “Anybody home?” Kathryn looked down at the long, bare legs protruding from beneath her Redskins tee shirt. Damn! She’d done it again––gotten up and started working, then lost track of the time.
Now it was afternoon, and she wasn’t exactly dressed for company. Sprinting into the bedroom, she grabbed the pair of knit shorts she’d left on the chair, pulling them on as she crossed the worn Oriental rug.
After unlocking the door to her apartment, she hurried barefoot down the stairs to the sound of pounding on the front door, then looked through the beveled glass window.
A dark-haired man in a blue uniform stood on the porch, and her mouth went dry.
It was him!
No. She canceled the spurt of panic. It wasn’t him. He was too young. Too heavy. It wasn’t the guy with the white van she’d seen off and on around the neighborhood for the past week––acting busy. He’d given her a creepy feeling, and she’d asked a couple of neighbors if they knew what he was doing. Nobody had been sure. She hadn’t seen him for a few days; and, for a moment, she’d thought...But it wasn’t him.
Slipping the door on the chain, she opened it and asked, “Can I help you?”
“She’s not home right now.”
The man looked annoyed. “She’s supposed to be here between three and six.”
“I’m sorry. Can I help you?” she asked again.
“Mr. Fisher asked me to bring over these carpet samples she wanted to see.”
Heather had complained about the carpet in the bedroom, and Kathryn had said she’d go in with her on replacing it. But obviously she couldn’t make the selection by herself.
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to come back when she gets home.”
He jutted out his jaw. “And when will that be?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, well, I’m late for an installation job because of her, so tell her to get back to Mr. Fisher.”
“I’ll give her the message.”
He picked up a vinyl case he’d set down and stamped back across the porch, leaving Kathryn standing in the vestibule that led to both apartments. Turning to her right, she stared at her friend’s door.
When had she last seen Heather? Saturday night? She wasn’t sure, because she’d been working on a couple of jobs, and she hadn’t been paying attention. It wasn’t unusual for Heather to take off for the weekend. And it wasn’t even unusual for her to extend a minivacation into the next week––since she worked as a substitute teacher and could turn down assignments if she wanted. But usually she was back by Monday afternoon. Now it was Tuesday. And she still wasn’t home.
Kathryn pressed her hand against the wall, running her fingers over the raised strips in the wallpaper, staring at Heather’s door. She owned the apartment. She could go in if she wanted and look around, but her own sense of privacy was very strong. So she wasn’t going to invade Heather’s space just because she was feeling jumpy.
And what would she be looking for if she did go inside? A body? Signs of a struggle?
She grimaced, knowing she was letting her imagination run away with her now.
Slowly she climbed back up the stairs, stepped into her apartment, and locked the door––looking around at the cozy space where her graphic design business shared her living quarters. After Gran had died, she could have moved down to the first floor. But she liked being up here, liked the extra light and the view of the garden––and not having anyone walking around above her. She loved the high ceilings and the old wooden floors and the carefully crafted woodwork that made her home so different from the tract housing developers were slapping up these days. More than that, she was comfortable here. Maybe too comfortable. Sometimes she knew she had a tendency to close herself off like a hermit crab ducking into its shell.
Which was why her friendship with Heather DeYoung, who rented the apartment downstairs, had been so good for her.
The woman could be maddening. Exasperating. A total flake. And at the same time a really good friend. In the year and a half that Heather had lived downstairs, they’d gotten into the habit of hanging out together––taking power walks in the afternoons, going on shopping expeditions. Talked long into the evening about movies and books and the guys in their lives. Shared their problems.
So did her friend have a problem now? Something she hadn’t felt comfortable bringing up? Like that little episode last year?
She crossed to the window, ducked under The Spider Plant That Took over the World, and stared down at the bright pink and red azaleas in full bloom, then flicked her gaze back to the empty space in the driveway where her tenant’s burgundy Honda was usually parked.
“Dammit, Heather,” she muttered. “Where are you? Atlantic City, cleaning up at the slot machines? Why don’t you take a minute to give me a call and let me know you’re okay?”
Like magic, the phone rang, and she blinked––then sprinted back to the desk and snatched up the receiver.
There was no answer.
The silence stretched, and she carefully replaced the receiver in the cradle as she looked at the caller I.D.
It said “Unavailable.” So it was probably just one of those automated telemarketing calls. Not Heather trying to check in. Or calling to say her car had broken down because she’d forgotten to change the oil.
Like she’d forgotten to charge the battery on her cell phone. Which was probably why there was no answer when Kathryn had called that number.
She grimaced. Maybe it was time to check in with Heather’s boyfriend, Gary Swinton. He was a strange guy. Secretive. Always acting superior, like he knew something Kathryn didn’t. Privately she called him The Swine, and she’d told Heather she could do better; but Gary was still in and out of her bed on a semiregular basis.
After looking up his number in her Rolodex and dialing, she counted five rings before an answering machine picked up.
“Hey, this is Gary. I really want to talk to you. So leave a message.”
Yeah, sure, she thought. Probably she was the last person he wanted to talk to, because she’d made her feelings about him pretty clear.
She almost hung up. Then she took a breath and said in an upbeat voice, “Hi. This is Kathryn Reynolds. I’m trying to reach Heather. She needs to set up an appointment to look at the bedroom carpet samples. If she’s with you, could you ask her to give me a call?” She finished by leaving her number, all the time picturing Gary sitting by the machine, listening to her talk.
She considered driving down to his place. But he lived in D.C., in Adams Morgan––not a neighborhood she liked to walk through alone at night. And it would be dark by the time she got there.
With a sigh, she picked up the magic wand sitting on the desk. Too bad she couldn’t wave it, say “abracadabra,” and command her tenant to appear. Unfortunately, the wand was just a hollow plastic tube about a foot long, one of the toys she liked to play with while she was thinking. It was filled with shiny stars and moons floating in a viscous blue liquid. Turning it on end, she watched the heavenly bodies shoot upward in a swirl of blue, but they didn’t give her...--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
- ASIN : B002CSKW3S
- Publisher : Berkley (August 5, 2003)
- Publication date : August 5, 2003
- Language : English
- File size : 713 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 336 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,602,823 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #11,338 in Science Fiction Romance (Kindle Store)
- #42,388 in Romantic Suspense (Kindle Store)
- #79,726 in Suspense Thrillers
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Graphics designer Kathryn Reynold's neighbour vanishes, but she is beginning to see this is a sinister patterns for others has gone missing, too. An old lady, then a child, later a teenage boy. What could their disappearances have in common? However, when she meets detective Jack Thornton, she has other things on her mind as well, because the attraction to him is nearly overwhelming.
And the attraction is the same on Jack's part. He thought he was responding to a routine call of a missing person, so he never expected to run into the wall of emotions evoked by Kathryn. The dreams they begin sharing are so intense, they nearly shatter his control. But as the dreams intensify, he comes to sense another presence, one who is manipulating both Kathryn and him. As the cat and mouse game whre a killer is upping the odds, Jack fears Kathryn might be the next victim.
It's tense, dark and brooding and right on target!!
Second in the Moon series for York and is a must for paranormal fans.
The detective, Jack, was a great character. I liked him from the moment he was introduced in book 1. I had really been looking forward to reading his story. And... this story wasn't bad by any means, but it wasn't what I hoped.
Kathryn was a very simple character. There really wasn't much to her. She was likeable enough, strong when she needed to be, but not a heck of a lot of substance. A story like this one needs substantive characters. Jack had quite a lot of it! Though he spent WAY too much time questioning everything...
Also, despite vague references to the fact that the "demon" chose Katheryn and Jack to help him, this was never satisfactorily explained. What you have here are two normal, vanilla humans thrust together in a paranormal experience who happen to discover that they are incredibly attracted to each other... and then all of a sudden in the midst of reality altering revelations, they also discover that they love each other.
And when the bad guy is caught and the demon is at rest... they go back to having a normal, vanilla life- just together this time. Right. Ok. Hope it was good for you.
If you like Ms. York's writing, you will like this. It took me a few days to read because it just didn't hold my interest the way other books can, but I will go on with the series nonetheless.
I was particularly happy that the characters really do behave like adults. They make mistakes, sometimes they aren't so nice to one another but ultimately they make decisions in a way that an adult would actually make them.
I highly recommend this book.
This book was much better than the first in the series. We were given more details about the characters and had a fuller scope of their feelings in this book. The book centers around Kathryn Reynolds who tenent is missing. She calls in to report it and comes in contact for the first time with Jack Thornton a cop. They go on a wild journey through sharing dreams and defending themselves against a magician who is hell bent on owning a demon. He decides to use Jack and Kathryn in his plan to take ownership of the demon. By the way, he also happens to be a serial killer. It is an exciting ride through the sick mind of a killer and the paranormal world that the demon inhabits.