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How do YOU rate this book? Erin Martin has just come home to the beach-side community of Del Mar, California to care for her sister, Kayla, a troubled teen dealing with the cyber bullying of the Queen Bees at her trendy high school. Little does Erin know that the killer who murdered her sister, Jillian, fifteen years earlier is not safely behind bars at San Quentin but still on the loose and has taken a deadly interest in her.
Former FBI profiler Mark Wesson has been hired to look into the case, and sparks fly until he convinces Erin that the man incarcerated for the crime is innocent and the murderer still at large. Together, they must piece together the clues to find the true identity of the killer before he can put Erin's portrait next to her sister's on his trophy wall with those of all his other victims.
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Erin sat on the sofa looking out the huge plate-glass windows, and she opened her eyes wide to watch a dark cloud roll across the back lawn immersed in dense fog. She rose unsteadily and wove her way through the living room and kitchen, letting herself out the back door. The rush of the wind engulfed her, and her long dress billowed out behind her in undulating waves. She felt a rush of freedom and euphoria as the waves broke and splashed on the shore below, the air redolent with the smell of the sea. She kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot on the sodden grass toward the edge of the bluff, forgetting about the cloudy figure she'd seen in the fog until she heard a whisper in the wind, a name spoken with a sibilant undertone of menace.
She turned around.
A form clothed in black, blurry and undefined, shrouded in the snowy cloud of haze, and then she saw a glint of silver in the moonlight. Did it move toward her, or was she imagining it? She didn't even know if she were dreaming, or awake, as she backed away to the very edge of the bluff, her heels at the end of crumbling sandstone. She remembered a tourist died last summer underneath an avalanche of a sandstone bluff, and this was her last thought as the water-weakened earth gave way beneath her. It collapsed sending her down into a torrent of age-old sediment, rock, and stone.
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Mark watched in horror as Erin disappeared from his sight beneath the sandstone cliff. He raced out the side kitchen door and to the edge of the pulverized bluff to find Erin lying unconscious on a ledge about ten feet below.
"My God! What happened?"
He turned to see Matt Garrick looking at him in the fog-shrouded moonlight, dampened and rumpled in the misting rain. He grabbed Matt be the collar, pulling back his fist.
"If she's hurt in any way, I'll kill you," Mark raged.
"You think -- you think I did this," Matt stuttered, putting up his hands in defense. "I just followed you here because Erin didn't look too good. I care about her, that's all. And I don't know you from Jack, buddy. For all I know, you caused this."
Mark let him go, tore off his jacket and threw it on the wet grass. They could sort this out later. Now they had to help Erin.
"This was one fantastic suspense story and I could not put it down. I completed this in one sitting even though it was much too late and my eyesight was blurry but I just couldn't stop reading until I came to the end. I enjoyed everything about this book... This is a must-read for those who enjoy romantic suspense."
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