Two poems from the Faithful Shepherdess, 1610.
Retired Dallas police detective Harry Bronson is touring South Dakota in his motor home. His cop instincts still strong, he spots a troubled woman, Linda Randig, who needs help. She's being stalked by a sadistic killer who masterminded the death of her parents and her husband. Now, he's threatening her son and baby grandson. He's watching her every move and calling every shot.
She's been dispatched on a cross-country chase for a purpose unknown. And no police—or else. Bronson intervenes and the killer quickly steps up his game, leaving dead bodies and taunting notes mocking his efforts. Still, their mysterious madman wants something, and Linda is the key. Harry enlists the help of his old partner to sort through the red herrings and critical clues to pinpoint the killer's next move. A move that seems to involve Harry, Linda—and a very dead end.
THE LAST THING YOU WANT TO BE WHEN THE WORLD ENDS IS A FREE MAN FIRST IN THE EXPLOSIVE OUTPOST SEASON ONE Brennick Maximum Security Prison, one of the most dangerous places on earth. Populated with fifteen hundred of the most viscous offenders in the western hemisphere. The guards watch their every move, weapons ready. The Warden rules with an iron fist. But they're about to find that the real threat is coming. It's here. And it's from outside the walls...
One day she is Linda Farley, a senior in a San Diego high school, with a talent for art, an annoying younger brother, two loving parents, and a prospective boyfriend. Three days later, she is Lainie Foster, hiding with her mother and brother in Olympia, Washington. That's how fast things change after Linda's mother tells her that her father has been caught by the feds in a Mafia money laundering scheme and that the rest of the family has been placed in the Witness Protection Program. By the rules she's given, she must stay out of school, cut off contact with anyone back home, and never tell anyone what has happened. Linda -- now Lainie -- does her best, but in navigating her new life, she faces a number of questions. How could her father do something so contrary to her image of him? Why is her mother so familiar with their new city? How can she pursue a career in art without going to school? What must she do to save her brother from the worst effects of the upheaval? And who is that dark-haired woman she keeps spotting in front of the house? Then there's the biggest question of all: Is she Linda or is she Lainie? Because, in the end, is the choice really anyone's but hers? ///////////////////////////////////////////////// Anne L. Watson, a retired historic preservation architecture consultant, is the author of numerous novels, plus books on such diverse subjects as soapmaking and baking with cookie molds. She currently lives in Friday Harbor, Washington, in the San Juan Islands, with her husband and fellow author, Aaron Shepard.
///////////////////////////////////////////////// SAMPLE "Lainie," Mom said, her voice a little gentler, "we have to follow the rules, whether we like them or not." "The rules are nuts, Mom," I protested. "Like making us keep our old initials.
So the Mafia is too stupid to check the passenger lists for trains and planes leaving Southern California? You think they won't look for two A.
F.'s and an L.F. with one-way tickets to the same place?" Mom moved to the right to let a tailgating Jeep speed ahead. "That's one reason we're splitting up," she said. "WITSEC has never lost anyone who followed the rules," she said. "WITSEC?" I yelped. "Who the hell is that?" "The Witness Security Program. That's its other name." Sheesh. WITSEC. Like the FBI was such a buddy, we needed to give them a nickname. My face itched, and I rubbed it hard. "Don't do that," Mom said. "You'll rub off your makeup." "It feels like dirt. I don't know how you put up with it." "You get used to it.
Especially when you have more important things to worry about." Well, we had that, in spades. I'd just dumped someone I really wanted to go out with. I wouldn't be going to art school next year, because that's what Linda Farley would have done. I had to be someone else, probably forever. Compared to that, grease all over my face really was a detail.
I gave up and quit talking about it. Whining wasn't going to do any good. Mom kept quiet too, watching the traffic.
In the front seat, Alan sang some dumb song from a TV kids' show, over and over. But, as Mom had said, I had more important things to worry about. We took the Alameda Street exit and pulled into the train station. "What are you going to do with the car when you get to the airport?" I asked. "Leave it in a parking lot with the window down and the keys in the ignition." Even the Mafia wouldn't have a chance if she did that. The locals would have that car in a chop shop faster than the Godfather could blink.
Harli is a musical prodigy with a psycho-jealous mother and a world famous grandmother.
And her boyfriend? He’s the lead singer for the hottest band in the country. And he seems to have forgotten her completely. Harli does the only thing she can do. She breaks up with him. Levi might have everything he’s ever wanted, but when Harli walks away, he’ll do anything—give up everything—to get her back. She’s his Sunshine, and without her, the glittering lights of fame are dark and cold. He might be living the dream, but it’s not a dream he wants if she’s not in it.
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