Closer Than You Think
(Sprache: Englisch)
A woman on the run must confront her dark past at her family s home in Cincinnati in this thrilling novel of romantic suspense from New York Times bestselling author Karen Rose.
Psychologist Faith Corcoran is desperate to escape the stalker...
Psychologist Faith Corcoran is desperate to escape the stalker...
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A woman on the run must confront her dark past at her family s home in Cincinnati in this thrilling novel of romantic suspense from New York Times bestselling author Karen Rose. Psychologist Faith Corcoran is desperate to escape the stalker who s made her life a nightmare for the past year desperate enough to run to the one place that has been her nightmare far longer. Her recent inheritance of her grandmother s old house in Cincinnati offers sanctuary in which she can start her life anew, but requires that she face the dark memories that still resonate to this day. But she has no idea how close to home her fears still are...
Two college girls have gone missing in the area, and FBI Special Agent Deacon Novak is called to work on the case. When his inquiry unexpectedly leads him to Faith, he finds a beautiful and brave woman he can t help but fall for. Soon they ll discover that this seemingly simple investigation is anything but. Reaching back decades into Faith s own past, it will shatter everything she believes to be true and will give terrifying new meaning to flesh and blood.
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PROLOGUEOh God. Corinne fought the sudden wave of nausea, contracting her body into the fetal position. Wine. Too much wine. This is the worst hangover ever.
But . . . Wait. No. Can t be. A sliver of clarity returning, she shook her head, swallowing a moan when the room tilted. Haven t had a drink in two years.
The flu. Dammit. She d had the damn flu shot. She lifted her hands to rub her eyes, but
Tied. Realization rushed in. She gave her arms a panicked jerk, shooting pain up through her shoulders. Her hands were tied. Behind her back.
The room wasn t dark. I m blindfolded. She lurched to one side, heard the clank of a chain before her movement was abruptly checked.
Terror crashed through her, filling her mind. Tied. Chained. Blindfolded.
A scream rose in her throat but came out a rusty croak. Her throat was dry as dust, her lips cracked. Not a hangover. Drugged. I was drugged.
How? When? Who would have? Who could have? What had they done to her? She drew a breath, tried to calm herself. Breathed deeply. Think, Corinne. Think hard.
The musty odor of the room burned her nose, making her sneeze violently, sending her head spinning again. She clenched her teeth. Rode the nausea through.
She listened, but there was nothing. She heard nothing. No wind. No music. No voices.
Okay. Okay. This sucks. This really sucks. Calm down. Think. Think.
She forced her arms to relax, felt the chain go slack. She moved her fingers, her toes. Straightened her spine, careful not to make any more sudden movements.
She was on a bed. A mattress. With a sheet. And a pillow. Slowly she rubbed her cheek over the pillow. Rough. The room was musty, but the pillow smelled clean.
A sudden creak had Corinne freezing. The door opened, letting in a cold draft. And the smell of lemons. And the beginning of a shrill scream, muffled by the quick closing of the
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door.
Who was screaming? Who is here? And then Corinne remembered. Last night. Walking back to the dorm. From the library. With Arianna. They d walked together because it was late.
Oh God. Ari is here, too. She s screaming. Somebody has her and they re hurting her. They re hurting her. They ll hurt me next.
You re awake. It was a girl s voice, shocking Corinne out of her panic. The girl sounded young. Not a little girl. Not an adult. A teenager, maybe. She sounded . . . hesitant. I ve been worried about you, the girl added.
Corinne could hear the girl s feet shuffle against the floor. Count her steps. One, two . . . four, five . . . eight, nine, ten. Ten steps to the door.
Who are you? Corinne whispered, her throat so dry it burned. Why?
The mattress shifted. Just a little. The girl was small. Cool hands cupped Corinne s face. You had a fever, the girl said. It s better now. Are you thirsty?
Corinne nodded. Please. Water.
Of course, the girl said agreeably. A cup was placed against Corinne s lips. A metal cup. Not glass. Glass could be broken, used as a weapon, but that wasn t going to happen here.
The water trickled down Corinne s throat, and she gulped greedily. More.
Later, the girl said, gently laying her head back on the pillow. You ve been very sick.
Who are you? Uncover my eyes.
I can t. I m sorry. The girl actually sounded sorry.
Why not? Corinne asked, trying to keep the panic from filling her voice.
I just can t.
Who was screaming? Who is here? And then Corinne remembered. Last night. Walking back to the dorm. From the library. With Arianna. They d walked together because it was late.
Oh God. Ari is here, too. She s screaming. Somebody has her and they re hurting her. They re hurting her. They ll hurt me next.
You re awake. It was a girl s voice, shocking Corinne out of her panic. The girl sounded young. Not a little girl. Not an adult. A teenager, maybe. She sounded . . . hesitant. I ve been worried about you, the girl added.
Corinne could hear the girl s feet shuffle against the floor. Count her steps. One, two . . . four, five . . . eight, nine, ten. Ten steps to the door.
Who are you? Corinne whispered, her throat so dry it burned. Why?
The mattress shifted. Just a little. The girl was small. Cool hands cupped Corinne s face. You had a fever, the girl said. It s better now. Are you thirsty?
Corinne nodded. Please. Water.
Of course, the girl said agreeably. A cup was placed against Corinne s lips. A metal cup. Not glass. Glass could be broken, used as a weapon, but that wasn t going to happen here.
The water trickled down Corinne s throat, and she gulped greedily. More.
Later, the girl said, gently laying her head back on the pillow. You ve been very sick.
Who are you? Uncover my eyes.
I can t. I m sorry. The girl actually sounded sorry.
Why not? Corinne asked, trying to keep the panic from filling her voice.
I just can t.
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Karen Rose
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Karen Rose
- 2015, 688 Seiten, Maße: 10,8 x 17,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: SIGNET
- ISBN-10: 045146673X
- ISBN-13: 9780451466730
- Erscheinungsdatum: 16.02.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for Closer Than You ThinkA chilling, enthralling read that succeeds on every level. Kirkus Reviews
The mesmerizing Deacon and vulnerable Faith are complex, compelling characters who draw readers into Rose s latest thriller. Her enthralling storytelling style and intricately layered plot combined with palpable tension and a powerful attraction between Deacon and Faith keeps readers hooked. A sinister villain takes the thrills to another level. RT Book Reviews
More Praise for Karen Rose and her novels
The queen of romantic suspense Crime and Publishing
An excellent example of how far-reaching and varied romance can be. The plot is complex, the characterization sound and the boundaries of the genre pushed...tremendously sexy. The New York Times
Karen Rose delivers the kind of high-wire suspense that keeps you riveted. Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author
From the first rousing chapter to the last...intense, complex, and unforgettable. James Patterson, #1 New York Times bestselling author
Rose writes blistering, high-octane suspense that never lets up. Karen Robards, New York Times bestselling author
Takes off like a house afire. There's action and chills galore in this non-stop thriller. Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author
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