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Denver Heroes Book One
Re-Issued June 9th, 2015
Perfect for fans of Nora Roberts and Karen Robards, Kathy Clark’s suspenseful, seductive Denver Heroes series kicks off as a dedicated cop and a beautiful actress get wrapped up in a world of danger and desire.
Aside from the reporter riding along in the passenger seat of his cruiser, it’s a typical Saturday night on the job for Sam Morgan of the Denver Police Department. Then shots ring out, and a routine stop involving a pimp and a hooker spirals into senseless violence. Now Sam is lying in a hospital bed, haunted by fleeting memories of the stunning blonde who saved his life—and then just disappeared.
Kate McKinney was hired to play a prostitute on a reality-TV show, not stand around as actual bullets start flying. Unable to shake the feeling that trouble is stalking her, Kate turns to the only man she can trust: the wounded cop whose blue eyes send chills through her body. He doesn’t believe she was just playing a role, but the predator hiding in the shadows is all too real—and, as Sam and Kate edge closer to the truth, so is the heat that ignites between them.
His eyelids had been glued together . . . at least that’s what it felt like. After a set of exhausting calisthenics of squinting his eyes and arching his eyebrows, he finally forced his eyes open. But they immediately snapped closed again. Too much white. Too much sunlight. Too much pain.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.”
Sam’s sluggish brain worked to recognize the voice, but no name registered. But the sound of it was soft and soothing. He wanted her to keep talking. Maybe she had the key to organize the jumble of noises and emotions that were tumbling around inside his brain. He tried to answer, but all he could manage was a groan.
“The nurse said you were going to be okay.” She sounded nervous, edgy, but genuinely concerned. And still unfamiliar.
He managed to open his eyes again, just a little, but enough to look around. At least that explained where he was. Sort of. Surrounded by stark whiteness and with an angel hovering above him, he was relieved to be in a hospital and not the ultimate lockup . . . District Styx.
“She said you were really lucky. The bullet just grazed your head. It could have . . .” Her soft eyes were bright with tears and reminded him of the beautiful water in the Caribbean, and her voice was shaky as she continued. “There was so much blood . . . everywhere. God, it all happened so fast.”
“Hmmm.” He struggled to speak, but his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. She noticed and poured him a glass of water from the blue plastic pitcher on the nightstand, took a straw out of its sanitary packaging, and placed it in the glass. He tried to sit up and take the glass from her, but it was too great an effort. He realized, for the first time, that his right arm was bandaged and immobilized against his body and his left arm was hooked to an IV and a heart and oxygen monitor.
She guided the straw to his lips, and he drank greedily. The water was cool and fresh. He couldn’t remember anything that had ever tasted so good, and, with her help, he emptied the glass. She returned it to the table and used the corner of his pillowcase to wipe a dribble off his chin. Meeting his gaze, she flashed a shaky smile.
Memories flashed like lightning bolts through his sluggish brain. Night. The lights of Colfax. A simple contact stop gone wildly wrong. Gunshots. Blood. Larry. Sam licked his parched lips and finally managed to whisper, “You’re that hooker.”
“I’m not a hooker.” Her shoulders squared and her chin lifted indignantly. “I’m an actress.”
“Right. That’s what they all say.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. It wasn’t his place to judge her. Especially since she had probably saved his life.
Her eyes narrowed, darkening to a stormy sea. “No, some of us are just tramps.” She turned away and picked up her purse from the chair. “I’m late to rehearsal. I just wanted to stop by and see if you were okay.”
“Don’t go,” he breathed, but she was already opening the door. Dozens of questions tumbled through his mind, but he couldn’t manage to focus them into words. He felt groggy, dizzy. The room started a slow-motion spin around his bed, and his head was pounding. He tried to gather enough energy to stop her, but his body was heavy and uncooperative, and his parched tongue muffled his words. He helplessly watched as she walked out of the room . . . and out of his life.Exhausted, he closed his eyes and fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
CRIES IN THE NIGHT
Denver Heroes Book Two
Re-Issued June 9th
Fans of Nora Roberts and Karen Robards will love this pulse-pounding novel of romantic suspense, as a red-hot firefighter reaches out to save a courageous beauty from the terrors of the night.
As a victim’s advocate for the Denver Police Department, Julie Lawrence is always on call for survivors of abuse, fighting for the justice she never got for herself. It’s a high-risk job that makes a lot of enemies—one of whom seems to be now targeting Julie. But teaming up with firefighter and local hero Rusty Wilson sparks a different kind of danger. As Julie surrenders to intoxicating passion, she finds herself breaking her own rules, caring about Rusty in a way she thought she’d sworn off forever.
When a domestic incident escalates into a deadly hostage crisis, Rusty is willing to risk everything to protect those who really need his help—like Julie, the breath of fresh air who fills his days with purpose and his nights with pleasure. He just hopes he’s not too late to stop a chillingly orchestrated act of payback that puts the woman he loves at the mercy of a madman’s rage.
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Kathy Clark is a New York Times bestselling author whose novels have sold more than three million copies in eleven languages. Her plot lines have always championed women’s empowerment, placing strong female characters in real-life situations. Her stories will make you laugh and cry, and her characters will live in your heart forever. She lives with her husband and co-author, Bob Wernly.