Diana Mason witnessed her biological mother's brutal murder when she was five years old. Adopted soon after, she possesses no memory of the crime or her early childhood. Terrifying nightmares, triggered after finding a photo of her birth mother, lead Diana to Hawaii in search of a woman she doesn't know is already dead. She soon becomes the target of the killer who wants to silence her before she remembers the night of the murder.
Jim Hastings, ex-cop turned private investigator, avoids birth parent search cases, but he can't shy away from Diana Mason's need for a bodyguard. Diana balks at Jim's by-the-book approach to protecting her. However, they must work together to unlock her past while fending off the killer--and a growing attraction for each other. Their blossoming romance is nearly destroyed when the murderer's identity is revealed.
308 Pages Spicy, Print ISBN: 1-60154-504-5
Excerpt:
"Your place, like hell I am."
Yep, that's what he thought she'd say. She glared at him and he probably deserved the glare, but that wasn't going to change his mind.
"I'm tired of your questions and I'm tired of you. I'm going up to my room. I'm peeling these bloodstained clothes from my battered body. Then I'm taking a long, hot bath and going to sleep in my own bed." Wincing, she struggled out of the car.
Jim got out and shouted at her over the car's rooftop as a bus roared past followed by a noisier motorcycle. "Diana, if you want me to be your bodyguard you have to give me the chance to do just that."
"Bodyguard! Where was my so-called bodyguard this afternoon?" she shouted back.
That stung even though he deserved it. She squeezed between his car and the car parked behind his, then started to jaywalk across the street. A car barreled around the corner and accelerated, heading straight for Diana.
Rushing out, Jim grabbed her and yanked her from the oncoming car's path just before the vehicle sped past.
"Are you crazy?" he shouted. "It's bad enough worrying about someone trying to kill you. Now you want to get yourself killed before the murderer has a chance!"
She stared at the retreating car, the color draining from her face.
"That car," she stammered, as it disappeared in the crush of traffic, "it was dark green."
"So," he replied remembering that the car following Diana earlier had also been green.
"The man in that car," she said, her voice breaking, "he's the one I told you about--the one who's been stalking me." She looked at Jim, her brown eyes huge with fear. "He just tried to kill me."
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