DEEP NIGHT
Denver Heroes #3
Kathy Clark
Releasing August 18th, 2015
Loveswept
A word of warning,
this book starts out with a horrible act
being comitted to a
young girl. And I know we needed to be
informed, to see what
had happened to out leading lady.
I was furious and
then it made my cry for all the little girl lost.
I have to admit that
this is such a touchy subject. And Kathy
Clark handled it
well. As our story progresses it shows how
she Sara
matured and handled it. It turned out to be a very
wonderful love story.
And how Sara never expected to find
love. And found it at
the most unlikely of places, literally right
under her nose. I
hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
If you do like this
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Authors really like
it when you do, they value your opinions too.
Sure to thrill readers of Nora Roberts and Karen
Robards, the breathtaking Denver Heroes series
from New York Times bestselling author Kathy Clark
continues as two adrenaline junkies find themselves
fighting unexpected passion—and unspeakable terror.
Ex-soldier Chris
Wilson lost too many friends to war. Back
home in Denver, he’s
trying to make a difference as a
paramedic, treating
victims of crisis situations. Not even
active combat could
prepare Chris for the rush he gets when
violence and tragedy
collide, but the job isn’t the only thing
making his heart
race. His partner is his closest confidant
from childhood, and
the girl he remembers is now a strong,
sensual woman . . .
who needs him more tha ever.
Sara Richards is more comfortable risking her life than
asking for help. The petite blonde medic put a wall around
her heart long ago, vowing to never let anyone hurt her
again. Only now her long-buried secrets threaten to destroy
everything she’s built. And though she should be able to trust
Chris, his smoldering blue-gray eyes ignite desires that feel
more dangerous than whatever’s lurking in the shadows. For
once, Sara can’t go it alone. But Chris might just be stubborn
enough to stand by her side as she faces down her worst nightmare.
“Is that all the
stuff you have?” Sara asked incredulously as
she surveyed the pickup truck that
had just parked at the curb.
Chris climbed out of
the passenger’s side and nodded.
“I’ve learned to travel light.”
Rusty, Chris’s older
brother, got out of the driver’s side,
walked around and opened the tailgate.
“It would have been
just three boxes, but Mom added some things.”
Sara peeked in one of
the boxes. “Mac and cheese, chili,
cereal . . .”
“There’re two boxes
of food and another box full of soap,
shampoo and towels,” Chris told her.
“Ahh . . . so, Mama
Bird was okay with her baby leaving the
nest?” Sara asked.
“Ha!” Rusty snorted.
“Are you kidding? She had his stuff
packed and sitting by the front door.”
“I heard a far
different story this morning,” Sara teased.
“She’s probably
already turned his room into a craft cave or
whatever the hell they call it,”
Rusty laughed. “When I moved
out several years ago, I had barely loaded the
last box in my
SUV when they made my room a home gym.”
Chris smiled
ruefully. “I thought she’d be upset, but
apparently, she and Dad are enjoying
life without us around.
When I left for boot camp, it was the only home I’d
ever
known. But when I came home, it felt weird to sleep in my old
bedroom.”
“Get over it, baby
brother. It’s the circle of life . . . you know,
matumba matada.”
“It’s hakuna
matata, and that doesn’t relate at all,” Chris
corrected.
Rusty just waved it
off. “You know what I mean. Grab a box
and let’s get this shit upstairs. Julie
wants me to meet her at
the bakery so we can pick out a wedding cake, and I’ve
got
to drop my buddy’s truck off at the station on the way.” Rusty
stacked one
box on top of another and easily lifted them.
Chris did the same.
Sara, not to be outdone, tried to take the
last two boxes, but couldn’t budge
them. “Jeez, what’s in
here, bricks?”
“Books,” Chris
replied. “Here, take these. They’re lighter.” He
handed the two boxes he was
holding to her and picked up
the two boxes of books without so much as a grunt.
Even though her boxes
weren’t as heavy, Sara still had to
struggle with them. But she was determined
to carry her
share of the load. The two guys knew her well enough not to
suggest that she take them one at a time.
The building had
enough age and character to be registered
as a historical landmark. Originally
built as the Bergstrom
Hotel in 1891, it had been converted to apartments and
remodeled in the late 1990s. The investors had kept the
original name as well
as the classic redbrick exterior with its
tall, arched windows, but inside, the
apartments and lofts
boasted twelve-foot-high ceilings, exposed brick walls and
great views of the city and the Rocky Mountains.
There was a small
courtyard in the center and, thankfully, an
elevator that made the trip to
Sara’s third-floor apartment
easier than three flights of stairs. Two more
trips and they
had the new double bed frame, mattress set, Chris’s old
chest of
drawers and all the boxes stacked in the small
bedroom.
“Go taste your cake.
I can take it from here,” Chris said.
Rusty looked around
the room. “There’s no window.”
“That’s a good
thing.” Chris shrugged it off. “It’ll make it
easier to sleep during the day.”
“Not if there’s a
fire.” Rusty’s point of view was always
through a firefighter’s eyes. “It’s
against code.”
“I’m sure this old
place has some sort of exemption. Besides,
I’m just steps away from the front
door and right across the
living room from the big windows. I’ll be fine.”
“I just don’t want to
have to rescue you.” Chris gave his
brother a punch in the shoulder.
“Hey, I’ve got Sara.
She can drag my body out to the ledge.”
Rusty’s eyebrows
arched skeptically. “Good luck with that.”
“I can drag you
across the floor,” Sara challenged. “Lie down
and let me show you.”
Rusty laughed and
backed toward the front door with his
hands raised as if to defend himself. “I
take it back. When we
were kids, you always beat me at leg wrestling. You had
an
unfair advantage of being short.”
“Excuses, excuses,”
she teased.
“Hey, tell Julie hi
for us,” Chris said. “How’s she feeling?”
“She’s doing great.
She had her first sonogram, and we could
see the baby’s tiny heart beating. He
even gave me a little thumbs-up.”
“So it’s a boy?” Sara
asked.
Rusty shook his head.
“We don’t know yet. But realistically,
there aren’t many females in my family,
and the sperm
determines the sex.”
“God help us all.
Another Wilson boy!” Sara pretended to be
horrified at the possibility.
“Julie and I really
don’t care. It’s a miracle she got pregnant,
so we’re pretty happy about it.”
Chris rolled his
eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re going to be a
father. I would have bet
you’d be the last one of all of us.”
“Yeah, well, no one’s
more surprised than me,” Rusty
admitted. His expression softened.
“But when
it’s right, it’s right.”
“Well, go take care
of your manly duties.” Chris lifted one of
the boxes of food onto the counter.
“Yeah, I get to
decide between red velvet, chocolate or
vanilla,” Rusty answered. “I really
don’t care. It’s free cake.
Hey, you’re still coming to the wedding, aren’t
you? We
scheduled it on a Sunday because we’re all off that day.”
“It’s pretty tricky
with all of our shifts,” Chris agreed. That was
an understatement. The middle
brother, Sam, was a cop who
worked the night shift on patrol. Rusty’s
firefighter schedule
caused him to be on twenty-four hours straight, then off
for
forty-eight, and Chris and Sam worked four ten-hour night
shifts and three
days off. “Of course we’ll be there. I still can’t
believe you’re the first one
of us to take the plunge.”
Rusty smiled. “Me
neither.” He opened the door.
“Hey, man, thanks for
your help.”
“You can pay me back
with some babysitting when the time
comes.” He gave them a jaunty wave and
left.
“I’ll help you put
your bed together,” Sara offered.
“Then I’m going to crash.”
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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.
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.
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