Between Dusk and Dawn
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, Length: Approximately 190 print pages
Sensuality Level: Sweet (G-rated)

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There is something about Jonna Sanders’ new hired hand, Sam Barton, that disturbs her-- something more than just how dangerously attractive she finds him. Should she trust this mysterious, sensuous stranger?
When her peaceful, isolated world is shattered by eerie phone calls, destructive but unseen intruders, and someone stalking her, Sam’s presence should be reassuring…but it isn’t. A serial killer has chosen her as his next victim and the killer could be anyone. Even Sam.

Excerpt
“D-d-don't...m-move," she whispered. "I'll sh-sh-oo-t."
How could she shoot him? She couldn't even see him. She had to stop this ridiculous crying.
Sam sighed as he froze in the classic I-give-up pose she'd seen on a million cop shows on TV. She relaxed a smidgen.
"Will you listen to me, Jonna?"
"How did you get in here?" she demanded, but her voice quivered weakly.
"I took your keys, had copies made that first morning when we went to town," he explained. "I warned you not to leave them in the truck," he interrupted when she would have replied.
"Why were you up in the middle of the night spying on me?" She swayed and widened her stance to brace her trembling knees.
"Think about it," he said slowly. "How am I going to keep someone from killing you—''
"You're the one who wants to kill me."
He ignored her accusation and went on in his measured voice, "--if I don't watch you?"
Her hands wavered precariously. The gun felt as if it weighed a ton.
His hands closed over hers on the gun and she screamed. She hadn't noticed him coming closer.
"Give it to me, Jonna. Give me the gun. You know you can't shoot me."
Her hands were stiff as he unwound her fingers and gingerly took the weapon.
"Jonna, please, Jonna. Come on, sweetheart, don't cry."
The endearment battered, confused her. His thumb flicked away one tear, but they wouldn't seem to quit coming.
She felt like ice. Sam set the gun aside and rubbed her arms slowly up and down, up and down, warming her. Gradually, probably for the first time since she'd seen him peering back at her through the binoculars, her shivering stopped.
Another tear escaped, and this time he caught it with his lips.
She opened her eyes and searched his face.
Suddenly he looked as vulnerable and helpless as she felt. And she wanted his strong arms around her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
Shaken outside and in, as in control and coherent as a bowl full of Jell-O, she ordered herself to move away. But telling and doing were two different things.
He cradled her. "I wouldn't hurt you, Jonna. Don't you know I wouldn't hurt you for all the world?"
Her skin tingled and the intense sensation traveled from her head to her feet. She groaned. "Oh, Sam, I wish I could believe you." Resisting the urge to curl herself against him sapped any strength she had left.
He leaned away from her, framing her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "I'm going to kiss you," he warned in a raw whisper, giving her a chance to refuse.
Whatever her mind said, she knew her eyes were saying yes.



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