Gorgeous, talented, and refined, she’s the type of woman who could never be interested in a roughneck like him. So he’s loved her fiercely in secret, taken her art classes, and kept a watchful but comfortable distance. Until now.
Lauren has finally found a home in Portland, far from her real identity, far from the memories of her mother’s death, and outside the reaches of the drugged-out psycho who’s already tried to kill her twice. One tiny misstep, a single photograph, shatters it all. She has no choice but to run again, but this time she’ll give herself a proper farewell: one night with Jacko.
Their highly charged emotional encounter changes everything. In Jacko’s arms there cannot be fear, there can be only pleasure. Anyone wishing her harm will have to pass through him, and Jacko is a hard man to kill.
”In her fourth Midnight novel, Rice does what she does best. Though this is familiar ground for fans, Rice is so skilled at getting inside her characters’ minds and hearts that this story will still be sure to please. The contrast between her hero’s tough, monosyllabic exterior and his deep internal monologues are surprisingly charming, transforming her couple’s initial awkwardness into something rather poignant. With a tightly-woven suspense plot and a number of engaging secondary characters, this is a book that will easily satisfy fans and newcomers alike.” –RT Book Reviews (4 stars)
”Lisa Marie Rice is an ‘autobuy’ author for me. She never disappoints! Her books are comfort reads that I reread time and time again. Hands down she is one of my favorite authors.” –Maya Banks, New York Times bestselling author
”From thrilling romance to driving suspense, Lisa Marie Rice has a magic touch.” –Shannon McKenna, New York Times bestselling author
Lisa Marie Rice is eternally 30 years old and will never age. She is tall and willowy and beautiful. Men drop at her feet like ripe pears. She has won every major book prize in the world. She is a black belt with advanced degrees in archaeology, nuclear physics, and Tibetan literature. She is a concert pianist. Did I mention her Nobel Prize? Of course, Lisa Marie Rice is a virtual woman and exists only at the keyboard when writing erotic romance. She disappears when the monitor winks off.