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Previously published as Wishes
No Matter How Fast You Run. . .
The newborn baby boy is beautiful, perfect, and hers for the asking. All Kate Summers has to do is agree to one condition--she must disappear from Boston and never breathe a word about the adoption to anyone.
Or How Far You Go. . .
Fifteen years later, Kate has built a good life for herself and her son, Jon, in Hopewell, Oregon. Still, she is haunted by the fear that he will somehow be taken away. Then Daegan O'Rourke arrives in town and strikes up a friendship with her and Jon. But Daegan has his own past to hide--one with shocking ties to hers.
A Killer Will Always Find You. . .
Someone is watching Kate, watching her son, and is willing to go to any lengths to claim him. And the one man Kate is tempted to trust has dangerous secrets that could change her world forever. Soon the past Kate thought she could outrun will explode, unearthing a legacy of lies and treachery, and a fury powerful enough to kill. . .
tried to get through to her because Kate, who had only worked for Tyrell Clark a little while, seemed like such a longshot to be involved in something of this magnitude. She was barely more than a receptionist. Would Clark have trusted her with the truth about Beatrice Sullivan’s baby? Or could she have stumbled upon it innocently—is that why she disappeared so completely when she left Boston? Or had she been, as Neils originally suspected, Clark’s girlfriend? He’d given up on that angle for the
father?” “Yeah, but it’s more than that…” “What?” He shook his head. “Just leave it alone. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I’m never going back to school anyway.” “Of course you are.” “No, Ma, I’m not,” he said with such gritty determination she nearly believed him. “Never again.” “You’ll change your mi—” “I won’t. Not after today.” Jon was defiant, his eyes narrowing as if he hoped she’d argue with him, as if he still itched for a fight. Whistling to the dog, he strode through the back door,
in the wilderness.” She pointed a well-manicured nail at his face. “From what I hear, there was even a time when you were a private investigator and you tracked down people. That’s what I want you to do, Daegan,” she said, staring at him. “I want you to find our son before Daddy does.” “No way! Are you crazy?” “You have to—we have to!” “Why? What if we do find him? What then?” “Hell, I don’t know. But I can’t have the kid coming back and screwing up my life, not now.” She reached across the
it would have to be some other guy—someone who might not be as nice as me. She’d be another man’s whore.” Daegan came around again, this time landing a bone-crushing blow to Frank’s face that jarred him up his entire arm. Blood sprayed from Frank’s nose. With a shriek of pain and outrage, Frank let loose, pummeling Daegan’s belly so hard he heard his ribs crack. Like a bloodied heavyweight contender, Frank landed blow after blow, ignoring Mary Ellen’s screams and the sounds of voices outside.
of her jeans and rocked back on her heels as she stared up at him. “Jon hasn’t had a lot of men in his life. My dad died years ago and then Jim and…aside from Eli McIntyre, no one’s ever taken an interest in him.” Don’t tell me this. I don’t want to know. “Is that so?” “Fact is, he scares most men off.” “Then they’re fools.” His throat was suddenly parched and he took another swallow. Her eyes, in the dark, seemed larger, a liquid gold that shimmered. “Probably.” She lifted a shoulder. “As I