Karen Robards - Heartbreaker

He pulled her closer, and she went without even a token protest.

Know what? Plan or no plan, until the water goes down, were stuck. The warmth of his breath feathered across her lips.

We are? She wanted to bridge the fraction of an inch that separated their mouths more than she had ever wanted to do anything in her life.

Unless you were joking about us not being able to fit through that passage. His voice was husky.

No.

I didnt think so. His nose touched hers. It was a nothing touch, really, quick and elusive, probably accidental. It sent fire shooting clear down to Lynns toes.

Jess, she said, and stopped because she had forgotten what she was going to say. One thought filled her mind to the exclusion of all else: She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to make love to him. Badly.

With a sound that was part moan, part sigh, she slid her arms around his neck and gave herself up to Jess.

HUNTERS MOON

EXCITING A real thriller and the most wonderful story Ms. Robards writes with a graceful flair.

The Literary Times

THE ENDING IS SO SHOCKING ITLL KNOCK THE READER BACK WITH SURPRISE the story line will send shivers down the spine. All of this and steamy passion leaves the reader riveted with action-packed suspense and heartwarming emotions.

Rendezvous

Karen Robards has surpassed her own high standards with Hunters Moon. Whodunit remains a puzzling mystery until the riveting and surprising climax.

Gothic Journal

AN ENGROSSING TALE of passion, intrigue, and murder. Fans of Robardss previous books will not be disappointed.

Booklist

THE SEX IS UNBRIDLED, UNHARNESSED AND UNSTOPPABLE.

Kirkus Reviews

WALKING AFTER MIDNIGHT

EXPLOSIVE AND SURPRISING Once started, you wont be able to put it down.

Rendezvous

Karen Robards masterfully creates a unique and memorable romantic suspense novel. The story is imbued with the perfect combination of humor and supernatural happenings.

Affaire de Coeur

Within the first few pages, the reader is hooked. Robards writes with a brisk, action-packed style.

Baton Rouge Magazine

SPELLBINDING Great romance, a handsome hero, vicious villains and a plucky heroine.

Ocala Star Banner (Fla.)

THIS IS A MUST READ.

Cadiz Record (Ky.)

AN ENTERTAINING PAGE-TURNER.

Brazosport Facts (Tex.)

GHOST MOON

THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

THE SENATORS WIFE

HUNTERS MOON

WALKING AFTER MIDNIGHT

MAGGYS CHILD

ONE SUMMER

NOBODYS ANGEL

THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN

FORBIDDEN LOVE

SEA FIRE

ISLAND FLAME

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Copyright 1997 by Karen Robards

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This book is dedicated to my newest son, John
Hamilton Robards, born November 16, 1995.
It is also dedicated, with much love,
to Doug, Peter, and Christopher.

June 19, 1996
3:00 P.M .

A RE YOU READY TO DIE?

Jess Feldman exchanged glances with his brother, Owen, and tried to sidestep the wild-eyed man who suddenly blocked their path.

I said, are you ready to die? The man stayed with them, his voice rising an octave. One of a group of sign-carrying marchers in front of Salt Lake Citys airport, he was fortyish, balding, wearing a cheap gray polyester suit, a yellowing white shirt, and an ancient-looking black tie.

Bug off, Jess said, not gently, as Owen caught the sleeve of his plaid flannel shirt and dragged him past.

Repent! the man screamed after them. The end of the world is at hand!

Oh, yeah? Jess tossed back over his shoulder. Owen towed him forward implacably. When?

June twenty-third, nineteen ninety-six, sinner! At nine A.M. !

A police car with flashing lights pulled up to the curb. The doomsayer turned away.

Talk about specific, Jess said to his brother. I wonder what happens to these guys when they make a prediction like that and the world doesnt end on schedule?

Owen shrugged. Predict again, I guess. Come on, we dont want to be late for the guests. This groups from a swanky girls school in Chicago, remember.

Thats my kind of group, Jess said with a grin.

As Owen pulled him through the double doors Jess glanced back. A pair of uniformed cops talked to the marchers. One of their signs drooped his way. Jess read it.

REPENT!

THE END OF

THE WORLD

IS

AT HAND!

Beneath the warning was a bloodred heart, broken in two, with one half toppled over on its side. Under the heart were the words LOVE HEALS .

Bunch of nuts, Jess muttered, shaking his head. Then the big glass doors closed behind him and he forgot all about them.

June 19, 1996
11:45 P.M .

S OMEONES OUT THERE .

Sixteen-year-old Theresa Stewart dropped the edge of the faded yellow gingham curtain and backed away from the window. Her voice was hushed, fearful. Outside, the vast, mountainous wilderness that surrounded the trio of ramshackle cabins had been swallowed up by night. Hidden deep in the folds of Utahs Uinta National Forest, the abandoned mining camp had felt like a sanctuary. More than once Theresa had overheard her father reassure her mother that they were unfindable.

Now, for the first time since the Stewarts had moved into the structure eight months ago, there were strangers outside. Moonlight had silhouetted them briefly as they had stepped from the forest into the clearing surrounding the camp. Theresa had seen three of them, possibly more.

Probably a bear. Theresas mother, Sally, looked up from the rocking chair where she was nursing Elijah, the youngest of the seven Stewart children. Elijah was six months old, a plump, happy baby, and Sally was in the process of weaning him. But she still liked to nurse him just before putting him down for the night. He slept better that way, she said.

Mother, it isnt a bear. I saw men coming out of the woods.

Probably just some campers then. Its summer, you know. We dont have the forest totally to ourselves like we did during the cold weather.

Sally sat in front of the fire that was the cabins only source of warmth as well as illumination. Despite her reassuring words there was an underlying tension in her voice. She, Theresa, and the four youngest children were alone in the cabin. Michael, her husband, had taken the two older boys and gone to Provo to conduct some business and pick up supplies. He would not be back until the following day.