Suddenly an intense light was flashed into his eyes, as if someone was examining him, checking for dilation. Who the hell was touching him, rubbing the inside of his arm? Checking for his pulse? Did he look dead? He couldn’t turn his head, couldn’t raise it off the desk to twist his neck and see who was tending to him just out of focus in his peripheral vision. If someone truly was with him and not a figment of his imagination, then it was an enemy who had found him.Ĭool fingers touched his wrist. The whole situation was too damned weird. If someone was going to help him, they would have rushed over. Maybe someone had come to help, to rescue him. His heart jolted but his body didn’t move. Get a hold of yourself! The phone! If he could just reach the telephone and dial nine, one, one. How did he get this way? What had he done? Who the hell was behind him? Why? Was he sick? Drugged? Dreaming? Nausea gripped his stomach. Try as he might, he couldn’t turn his head. Adrenalin pumped wildly through his bloodstream. The hairs on the back of his neck raised. Sweat beaded on his brow but he couldn’t lift a hand to swipe the drops away. Īlarm tore through him and yet he felt a great lethargy, as if he might succumb to the darkness playing at the edges of his eyesight. at the desk and the phone is on the corner of the desk where it always is. You’re in the den at your house in Savannah. Something he didn’t recognize oozing through the hidden speakers surrounding the room.Ĭoncentrate. or any damned part of him? Panic surged through him. This was about Caitlyn and the divorce! But why couldn’t he move his hand? Or his leg? Or. He couldn’t remember, but he sensed that he’d just woken up. Blinking with difficulty, he tried to focus but there was little light and the darkened images were blurry, as if he were looking at the world through a foggy wide-angled lens. He tried to force the words, but his tongue wouldn’t work and he couldn’t make more than a hideous mewling sound as he lay slumped over his desk. If only he could concentrate beyond the pain slicing like razors in his brain. His head was thick, his thoughts disjointed. “An exciting romantic psychological suspense filled with plenty of twists.” Lisa Jackson sets her own standards women’s fiction today, weaving her magic and providing us with literary works of art.” The author is a master when it comes to romantic thrillers. “A thrilling roller coaster of emotions, betrayals, murder, dark secrets and horrifying sins that will enthrall the reader. “Jackson’s newest suspense keeps you riveted until the very end.” A typical thriller is a meander through a dust bowl compared to THE NIGHT BEFORE’S tumult down a rocky mountainside.” THE NIGHT BEFORE “will keep the brightest mystery buff guessing who done it. THE NIGHT BEFORE is a page-turner that will have you racing toward the finish.” “Lisa Jackson pulls out all the stops in this brilliantly conceived chilling, twisted, psychological thriller that contains murder, mental illness, incest, love and hope. As they work together, the desperation she feels at each new blackout gives way to an icy terror as the truth begins to surface, bit by fractured bit…revealing a shocking discovery deadlier than anyone could ever imagine… But now, when Caitlyn needs her sister most, she finds that Kelly is warning her not to say a word…especially to the town’s handsome new psychologist, Adam Hunt…ĭetermined to free the darkest corners of her mind, Caitlyn begins to confide in Adam–a man who seems to hold the key to her past and future. Only Kelly knows all about the troubles that run through the Montgomery family…about the recurring blackouts…the old plantation home with its dark secrets and tangled lies…and the sins that haunt Caitlyn in horrifying, fragmented memories. The only person Caitlyn can turn to is her reclusive twin sister Kelly. Now the police want answers, and Caitlyn finds she has none… Caitlyn Montgomery Bandeaux wakes one Savannah morning with a pounding headache–and covered in blood, the news of her estranged husband’s brutal murder a cruel taunt in her ears.
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