Wednesday, August 19, 2015

**** Review & Giveaway For Deep Night Denver Heroes 3 Kathy Clark ***



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 book, please consider leaving a review. The

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.


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