Purchase
Etopia Press
January 2013
On Sale: January 11, 2013
Featuring: Elizabeth Walker; David Kerrigan
ISBN: 1939194571
EAN: 9781939194572
Kindle: B00AZDI3PQ
e-Book
Add to Wish List
Romance Suspense
Trouble in Texas, November 2023
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Texas Scandal, October 2023
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Texas Protector, April 2023
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Mission Honeymoon, August 2022
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Eyewitness Man and Wife, July 2022
Hardcover / e-Book
Newlywed Assignment, June 2022
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Undercover Couple, May 2022
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
A Promise to Protect, December 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Texas Abduction, December 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Texas Stalker, November 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Texas Baby Conspiracy, October 2021
Paperback / e-Book
Decoding a Criminal, August 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Texas Kidnapping, October 2020
e-Book
Selected, February 2020
e-Book
Ambushed at Christmas, December 2019
Paperback / e-Book
Ransom At Christmas, November 2019
Paperback / e-Book
Cornered at Christmas, October 2019
Paperback / e-Book
Cornered at Christmas, October 2019
Paperback / e-Book
One Tough Texan, January 2017
Paperback / e-Book
Hearts in Danger, June 2015
e-Book
Seduced by the Billionaire, September 2014
Paperback / e-Book
Gone, January 2013
e-Book
Seducing Avery, January 2013
e-Book
If memories were liquids, then Elizabeth Walker's would be
blood. Not warm, life–giving, tissue–bathing
blood, but cold, coagulated, dried up, and
stepped–over–on–the–sidewalk blood.
Memories weren't liquids.
They were more like fireflies blinking in the dark, daring
to be caught, disappearing a moment before they could be
reached. And the only liquid left in Elizabeth's body was a
few unshed tears. They hardly ever fell now. Even they
seemed to be drying up on her.
Nightmare or not, she would claw her way through any level
of consciousness to save the boy. The last ounce of breath
she drew from her lungs burst out as a scream, leaving her
choking and gasping for air.
The sense of urgency to save him, to do something, burned
frustrated holes through the bottoms of her feet—feet
that did not touch pavement no matter how fast she moved.
She had to do something. But what?
She calculated the likelihood of reaching him and came up
short. He was far. No way could she reach him in time. Yet
waiting, doing nothing, wasn't an option either. Protective
instinct propelled her legs forward, and damn the odds.
"Somebody. Help." She pushed herself from the dream.
She dug her fingers into her mattress, discharging a crush
of bleach into her hyperventilated nostrils. A drowning
sensation filled her lungs. She clenched her chest muscles.
She gasped, struggling for oxygen.
A door slamming against a wall made her sit bolt upright.
Two bulky men in blue scrubs burst into the room.