Laurie Breton - Die Before I Wake

Praise for

Dont plan to go to bed early.

Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Point of Departure

Breton skillfully balances the suspense and romance.

Publishers Weekly on Final Exit

Breton keeps the readers guessing from the first page to the lasta great read.

Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Final Exit

Gritty and realistic, Mortal Sin is a powerfully written storya truly exceptional book on many levels.

Romantic Times BOOKreviews

Bretons way with charactersand

her knack for giving her tales a twist

elevates this story above most.

Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Lethal LiesAlso available from MIRA Booksand

POINT OF DEPARTURE

CRIMINAL INTENT

LETHAL LIES

MORTAL SIN

FINAL EXIT

For Grace,

whos more than a boss,

but also a friend,

and who puts up with me

as graciously as her name implies

whenever Im on deadline!

Thanks to my amazing editor, Valerie Gray, for the past six years. Theyve been great!

Thanks also to the members of the MIRA art department, who always give me awesome covers. And, of course, to everyone else at MIRA Books whos involved in the process of turning words typed on a page into a living, breathing book.

Normally the most rational of people, I have trouble trusting any law of physics that expects me to believe that a fifty-ton aircraft loaded with two hundred people is going to stay in the air because of something having to do with lift and thrust and air currents. In my narrow world view, gravity wins out every time. Every ounce of common sense tells me that the only possible outcome to such a scenario is for the plane to plummet from the sky, carrying me, and 199 other passengers and crew members, to a fiery death.

The flight from L.A. to Boston had taken about eight hours, and somewhere around Pittsburgh, wed hit turbulence in the form of a hurricane that was battering the Northeast. Id been forced to close my eyes to keep from seeing lightning tap dance all around the 747s wing tips. Eventually, the thunder and lightning gave way to rain, and I relaxed a little.

But it was more than the storm, more than my customary terror of falling from the sky in a ball of fire, that had my fingertips pressing permanent prints into the armrest of my first-class seat; it was the fear of what waited for us on the ground.

The plane began its descent into Boston. Beside me, Tom sat calmly leafing through an in-flight magazine as though he did this kind of thing every day. Thomas Larkin, OB/GYN, small-town New England doctor, widower, father of two and all-around heartthrob, was my new husband. And I still couldnt believe it.

Julie Larkin. Julie Hanrahan Larkin. I kept mentally trying out the name, just to see how it sounded inside my head. What it sounded like most was disbelief. Wed met on a cruise ship, off the coast of Barbados. The trip had been a birthday present from Carlos and the girls at Phoenix, the L.A. boutique I managed. Because thirty was a significant birthday, and because the last couple years of my life had been a complete train wreck, my bighearted coworkers had thrown me a birthday bash, complete with black balloons, a male stripper and a ticket for a Caribbean cruise. Theyd joked with me about finding Prince Charming somewhere on that floating palace. He would look like Johnny Depp

minus the eyeliner and the swordand have more money than Donald Trump.

Id gone along with the joke, even though I wasnt in the market for a man. After the unimaginable losses of the last two years, Id made it my mission to fill the empty void inside me with work.

I had no roomor desirefor romance. After my divorce from Jeffrey, Id expected to take a lengthy hiatus from the dating scene. Like maybe the rest of my life.

But, as John Lennon so famously said, life is what happens while youre making other plans. Eighteen hours into the cruise, I found myself seated next to Dr. Thomas Larkin at dinner. Tom fit all the romantic stereotypes: He was tall, dark and handsome. Smart and witty and charming, with vivid blue eyes and a smile that drove like an arrow directly into my heart.

Best of all, he made me laugh, when I hadnt laughed in a very long time.

There were other things I also hadnt done in a very long time. Following the guiding principle that what happens on the Princess line stays on the Princess line, I threw myself wholeheartedly into a shallow, scorching, unabashedly shameless shipboard romance. Ten days, I reasoned, and Id be back in L.A., selling rhinestone bracelets to anorexic young blondes who played tennis and spent half their lives at the beach. In the interim, a little sun, sand and sex were just what the doctor ordered.

Except that, somewhere along the way, what was supposed to be no more than a shipboard fling turned into something else. And on the morning when Tom, his hair as rumpled as my bed sheets, pulled out a blue velvet box that held a single diamond solitaire, I realized he was offering me more than just marriage. He was offering me a second chance. A fresh start. And the opportunity to leave L.A., and all its sorrows, behind.

There was nothing left for me in L.A. Dad was gone. Jeffrey had moved on to bigger and better things. And Angel, the baby Id lost, was nothing more than a sweet, painful memory. For a while, Id been thinking about quitting my job, climbing into my beloved yellow Miata, and driving off alone into the sunset.

But Tom offered me so much more than that.

Anybody who knows me will tell you that Im a born cynic. After all, Im Dave Hanrahans daughter.

He taught me pretty much everything I know, and if there was one thing Dad didnt believe in, it was romance. Right now, he was probably spinning in his grave over the knowledge that his only daughter, high on moonlight and hormones and God only knew what else, had stood on a white-sand Bahamian beach at midnight, a month after her thirtieth birthday, and married a man shed known for five days.

I was still having trouble believing it myself.

Beside me, Tom turned a page. How can you do that? I said.

Without looking up, he said, Easy. I just lift the corner with my finger, and

Ha, ha. Very funny. Arent you nervous?

Why should I be? He flipped another page.

Seems as though youre nervous enough for both of us.

With good reason. Im serious, Tom. Its not every day your firstborn son comes home from a Caribbean cruise with a brand-new wife in tow. What if your mother hates me?

He closed the magazine and looked at me. He smiled, and the corners of his eyes crinkled, and my heart did this funny little thing itd been doing since the first time he smiled at me. Shes not going to hate you, he said. Even if she did, it wouldnt matter. Im thirty-eight years old. A little too old for my mother to be running my life. Besides, shell love you.

Why should she love me?

He leaned and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose.

Because I love you. Stop worrying. Easy for him to say. He wasnt the one who was uprooting his entire life, leaving behind friends, coworkers, career and home, to move to some tiny town in Maine, all in the name of love.

He must have seen the expression on my face.

Having second thoughts? he asked.

God knows, I should have been. What Id done was so out of character, I still couldnt believe Id really done it. In spite of being Daves daughter

or maybe because of itId never done anything this crazy. This was risk-taking behavior, something Id spent the last decade avoiding. This was stepping off the edge of a cliff into free fall, without a parachute or a safety net to slow my plunge. This was insanity at its terrifying, spine-tingling, exhilarating best.