For All of Her Life Read online




  For All of Her Life

  Heather Graham

  To Diana Violette and Rita Astrella, who will always be lovely, charming intelligent women—ageless!

  Contents

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-one

  Epilogue

  A Biography of Heather Graham

  Prologue

  HE STOOD IN THE darkness, staring out the window, wondering at the tension that seemed to riddle him. A soft breeze slightly lifted the sheer white underdrapes that framed the sliding glass windows to the balcony of his second-floor bedroom. He could see out over the pool, on to the water, and to his far left, the guest house. All lay beneath a strange, tropical moon. Blood red tonight, perhaps a portent for rain. The breeze, as well, seemed to promise a storm. It was late summer when the weather could be hotter than hell, when the humidity seemed to weigh down upon the earth’s surface like a wet blanket. Maybe that was why he felt so restless.

  Where was she?

  Broodingly, he kept his eyes trained on the night. Nothing stirred beyond the window. A far different scene from that which had taken place earlier. Just hours ago, the pool and patio had been alive with music, laughter, voices. Chinese lanterns had cast a colorful glow over the assortment of guests: press agents with their nasal accents, Californians with easy drawls, Midwesterners twanging away. Here and there something Southern had slipped into the conversation, and many sentences had been pieced together with Spanish words or phrases inserted here or there.

  The laughter and gaiety had all been on the surface. Tension had lurked beneath. It had been building. Layer upon layer. Maybe it had been there a very long time, a slow growth at first, heightened by the trouble in France last August, smoothed over, yet the roots remaining. To him, that tension had seethed beneath the surface of the party tonight like a palpable, living, breathing creature.

  Was it just him? Had the others simply enjoyed the party, with no feeling that they were headed for disaster? Was he too self-righteous, too demanding a taskmaster?

  It brought him back to the same question he had asked himself already.

  Where was she?

  He started to move, restless still, ready to pace the room. But something kept him where he stood, staring out at the silent night, now bathed in the eerily red glow of the strangely tinted moon.

  For all outer appearances, he should have been a happy man, secure, content. He had achieved professional success, acquired an admirable income, wed a beautiful woman, fathered two beautiful daughters. Things hadn’t come easily; he had worked hard, they had worked hard. But he’d loved the work, loved it still. Loved the music, the words, the sound of a perfectly tuned piano, the melody of a flute, the warmth of a guitar—his favorite instrument, one that could perform gently, passionately, tenderly...or grind out a refrain, screech into heavy metal. He loved it all still. Music, at its best and at its worst, was somehow honest. Unlike people, unlike appearances.

  When had the doubt settled in?

  Appearances were what others saw. Fabric knit together upon the top. Yet beneath, too often, the threads were coming unfrayed. Sometimes, he wanted the picture. What might be seen in a black and white glossy. Before people became three dimensional. With thoughts they couldn’t always voice, with secrets they were too ashamed to share.

  Move away from the window, he told himself. Forget the night, forget the fears. Live with the black and white glossy, and don’t question what lies beneath.

  No good. He wasn’t a man who could ever live with lies.

  So what was going on?

  A cloud swept in with the breeze. Not a heavy cloud, not one that completely darkened the sky. But it added to the strange and surreal glow that was cast down upon the earth by the reddened moon. Everything seemed bathed in dark and secretive, deep crimson shadow.

  Then he saw her.

  How strange. She was as much a part of his life as if she were actually a limb, a skein of yarn knit into his creation. They’d known one another almost forever. They’d dreamed together, seen dreams come true, fantasies turn to reality. He’d fallen in love with a girl, when they’d both been in the sometimes painful and confusing—but exquisite—bloom of youth. They’d grown, they’d aged. A beautiful girl had become an elegant woman. Confusion for them both had often become conviction. They’d changed; sometimes together, sometimes apart. He knew her face, her half-smiles, her full smiles. Her frowns, worried and anxious. He knew the nuances of her face, each and every one of them, the sound of her laughter, the glistening in her eyes when she’d refuse to shed tears. He knew her better than anyone on earth.

  But did one human being ever really know another? Know everything that played within the heart and soul?

  Did he know her now?

  He couldn’t see the face he knew so well. She was as surreal as the night, a figure clad in flowing white, long dark hair made redder, touched by the blood on the moon. She seemed incredibly graceful, moving with the flow of the breeze, part of it, feet barely seeming to touch the ground.

  She came from the back patio below. She was swiftly gliding toward the guest house.

  She ran through the blood red shadows, around the night-tinted crystal of the pool. Finally, she disappeared down the tiled path to the guest house, and into the shadows of the croton and hibiscus surrounding it.

  What the hell was she doing? He’d kill her when he got his hands on her. He braced himself, leaning against the wall for a moment, feeling the tension in his limbs, anger knotting the muscles in his arms and fists. He stayed there as seconds ticked into minutes, fighting for control, knowing damned well that he would confront them both. The tension had been building, growing. He had seethed tonight, even if it had only seethed within him. She’d claimed innocence before, and he swore now that he wouldn’t blindly believe evil in those he loved, but by God, he would have the truth.

  Yet even as he turned back to the window, still furious but with the steel grip of reason upon his anger, the night shifted. As he stared toward the guest house, he became aware of a startling new streak of red in the night. Combined with gold, it silently leapt and flared into the night

  The guest house was on fire, he realized incredulously. As swiftly as the knowledge entered his mind, there came a sudden explosion as if something highly combustible within the small dwelling, caught by the flames, burst within them and above them in a shower of sparks.

  He shouted hoarsely, not certain of his words or to whom he spoke. Horror and fear tightened around his throat, nearly paralyzed him. He’d just been thinking about killing her. He’d die if anything happened to her.

  Yet he had seen her go into the building that was now a wall of flames.

  The night itself seemed to be burning.

  He raced from his room, shouting now articulately, demanding that someone dial 911. He tore down the stairs, out of the house, and across the back patio, racing for the guest house which was fully ablaze. Flames shot out before him, no longer just red and gold, tinged with the strange cool blue of excruciating heat. That heat scorched his skin, his brows, his hair, yet he came closer to it. He had to get into the guest house. Had to reach her.

  Hands fell upon him, shaking him, dragging at him. He heard his name shouted. He turned. Frightened, anxious amber eyes met hi
s. The heat all but engulfed them both as he looked down into those eyes.

  “Jordan!”

  She was tugging at his arm. Tears streaked down her face. “Jordan!”

  There was another explosion from within. Instinctively, he clutched her shoulders and propelled them both as far from the fire as possible, helped by the force of the blast. They landed hard, buffered only somewhat by the fact that they hit dirt and grass rather than the concrete and tile of the patio.

  Sirens pierced the air. Shouts began to break the night, now completely dyed in shades of blood red flame. Shaking, he stared down into those amber eyes.

  He’d wanted to kill her. He’d been so angry, so damned ready for a confrontation.

  Yet now, he could only be excruciatingly grateful that she was alive. That the smell of burning flesh that swept around them did not come from her mortal remains...

  She cried out his name again, her eyes glazed with tears and confusion, the word tremulous on her lips. Because they were both alive, and there was tragedy within the guest house. He wrapped his arms around her, once again, just so very grateful. He didn’t realize then that special bonds had been burned to cinders along with the guest house, or that trust had died along with the friend inside. He didn’t think about the others who then peopled his house, he just took those few sweet moments to revel in life.

  The doubts would come later...

  One

  NEARLY TEN YEARS LATER...

  It was strange, the way life could move along according to a set of coincidental circumstances. She hadn’t been thinking about the past at all, just thrusting an old volume back into the bookcase when the album suddenly seemed to fall as if pushed out by some unseen force. The bookcase was just too jammed, that was all, but all the same it seemed strange when that album fell.

  She didn’t want to open it at first. It had been nearly ten years since she had seen him, since she had changed her own life so radically, and yet the pain remained. Something nostalgic, something so strong, it hurt all over again. It had been right, the breakup had been right. They hadn’t been good for one another anymore. It didn’t matter. Being right just didn’t ease that awful, annoying, creeping pain that could still sweep over her, just upon occasion, just when she was taken off guard. Like now. When the stinking album had jumped from the shelves, and into her hands.

  The damned pages flew open on their own—she was quite certain she hadn’t touched them. Nor did she remember sitting on purpose, going through them. First page, there he was. They must have been fourteen, building sandcastles on the beach. He was already acquiring that long, lean, yet well-muscled, build which was to become part of the legendary man. The photograph was black and white; somehow, she could still see the cool lime green color of his eyes, the sun-streaked sandy shade of his hair. And that face. Firm chin, high cheekbones, strong as the chin, handsomely configured. His face hadn’t changed. Well, she didn’t think it had. Oh, hell, she knew it hadn’t, no matter how she lied. She had seen him often enough in magazine pages and the occasional “live” appearance when he was caught by a television camera going in or out of a restaurant, a theater, or the like.

  She flipped a page. There she was with Jordan, at the junior prom on one side, at the senior prom on the other. She ran a finger along the side of the picture, almost as if she could touch the past by doing so, go back a bit. They had been beautiful then, both of them. Jordan so tall and handsome, she with her deep auburn hair swept up, her amber eyes aglow like fire with excitement. She flipped another page. There they were with the group. She and Jordan and the others. Larry Haley, with his mile-long blond hair, good-looking hair at that; Shelley Thompson, already a petite but elegant beauty with wide eyes and golden hair; Keith Duncan, dark, handsome, brooding; Miles Reeves, freckled and redheaded; and Derrick Flanaghan, tall, broad-shouldered, becoming a big man. And Derrick’s wife, Judy, was there. Judy had never played an instrument or sung a single note, but she’d been with them all forever. Their hardest and best critic. Tall, slim, no-nonsense Judy. She lacked any kind of musical talent but she recognized someone with potential in a flash and she kept them looking at the realistic picture at all times, reminding them that bills had to be paid no matter what.

  The picture must have been taken maybe five or six years after their college graduation, Kathy thought. They were all still together, they were sprawled out on a lawn somewhere, there were glasses of wine or champagne in their hands, raised to the photographer, and everyone was still young enough to be smiling with a great deal of hope, confidence, and enthusiasm. Jordan’s hair was longish again, so it had to have been a while after he had come home from the service.

  And everyone was still alive.

  Her fingers trembled suddenly. It must have been another five years after that photo had been taken that Keith had died. And even if she and Jordan had gone on a few months after that, it had never been the same. For Jordan had changed. Something had bothered him terribly, and he had closed off. Jealousies, suspicions. Shadows unspoken. Maybe they had all closed off to one another. But Kathy had lost whatever it was that had kept her and Jordan together—believing, trusting, no matter what chaos came from the outside world. She hadn’t actually realized it at the time. They’d all been in agony. Numbed, stunned, pained by the loss. But the thread that bound them had been lost with Keith.

  She flipped the page.

  Yes.

  The funeral. They were all there again, except for Keith. Actually, Keith was there. He was the one in the box. The photographer had managed to get in a shot in which the coffin was to the left, nearly ready to be lowered to its final resting place. Keith’s family was immediately behind it, their heads lowered. Judy Flanaghan had an arm slipped around Keith’s mother’s shoulders. And then they—Blue Heron, the group, and his very best friends, co-workers, and associates—were all lined up as well.

  This photo, taken with color film, was a study in black.

  Jordan was in a black suit; Kathy in a black dress. He had his hands on her shoulders. She was fairly tall for a woman, an even five-eight, but he rose high behind her. His steady gaze upon the coffin was not just sad, but wary, pensive. Even in the photo, she could see the tension in his knuckles, and was aware of the protective way he had been holding her. That had been nice. That was something she had missed very badly; it had been part of the feeling she had never found again, anywhere, with anyone. It had always given her an incredibly secure feeling. Perhaps because among his very good qualities were a certain integrity and courage. Had she ever been in danger, she knew he would have risked his own life for hers.

  But she hadn’t been in danger. He had. Threatened by the slings and arrows of the press and media. Maybe she still wasn’t seeing it entirely clearly. Perhaps they had all been threatened. Because things had begun to change then.

  She started to close the album, but just as it had seemed to fly from the bookshelf, it suddenly seemed to jump from her fingers and land on the floor. When she picked it up, it had opened again. She started; she had never seen the picture of him that now rested upon one of the later pages. It was a recent photograph, a good one. Alexandria had probably taken the shot, she was becoming a very good photographer, capable of capturing the special essence that made a person unique.

  She had certainly captured her father well.

  At forty-six, Jordan was exactly five days younger than Kathy was herself. When they’d been very young, friends had loved to tease them about her being the “older” woman. Hmmm. At times now she did feel darned old. Forty-six was treating Jordan well. He wasn’t the perfect young thing he’d once been; he was...better. The years had added a very special fascination to his face—character, she thought—and his daughter had illuminated it well. Silver threads streaked through his once-sandy hair, and yes, she thought—not without just a twinge of malicious pleasure—it was thinning. But whether he had a headful of blond hair, a half-headful of graying tresses, or a shining pate, Jordan was and would be
a handsome man. His face, masculine, strong, classic, hinted at intriguing traits. Like a Sean Connery or Yul Brynner, each year he seemed to become more attractive.

  He was seated at the piano. He had seldom played keyboard when performing; he liked to move on stage and so preferred the guitar. He could play almost any musical instrument. He had been born with a gift, and in return for that he loved music passionately and with his whole heart—to listen to, to play. He treated every instrument with reverence. His fingers were long and agile, made to stroke strings and keys...

  And a woman.

  Or women, she corrected herself, clenching her teeth together. He was currently seeing a young model-sometimes-actress, she had heard. More power to him. He meant nothing to her.

  Bull. It hurt like hell.

  But he wasn’t part of her life anymore. She had a good life now. She liked it.

  Still...It was so strange seeing this photograph. One taken by his daughter, who loved him very much. Alex had captured a strikingly handsome, mature man with incredible character. Nothing detracted. He hadn’t actually changed so very much in the ten years since she had seen him. Strange. He’d changed more when they’d been young, after the first photographs. Between college...and Keith’s funeral. But again, maybe they had all lost some of their youth when they had lost Keith. Naivete, innocence. The belief that they had been immortal, indomitable. That love could last forever. She didn’t really know.

  And she was growing morose. She wasn’t going to allow that. The past was over. Gone. Determinedly, Kathy rose and thrust the album back onto the bookshelf. Even while she was trying to cram it into a space without injuring any of the other volumes the phone began to ring. She swore softly, finished with the album, and hurried toward the white pseudoantique model on her desk, then decided to let the machine take the call. She heard her own voice give the message, then Jeremy’s voice.

  “Pick up, Kathryn. I know you’re there, and I don’t care how busy you are—come over here and pick up the receiver and talk to me. Okay, okay, I can just go on and on. I’ll just call back. I know you’re there, because you’re supposed to be here! You missed our session. And I’m dying to talk to you. I have to find out if what they’re saying in the newspapers is true—”

 

    Deadly Night Read onlineDeadly NightThe Uninvited Read onlineThe UninvitedDust to Dust Read onlineDust to DustHeart of Evil Read onlineHeart of EvilA Perfect Obsession Read onlineA Perfect ObsessionThe Keepers Read onlineThe KeepersPale as Death Read onlinePale as DeathPhantom Evil Read onlinePhantom EvilHallow Be the Haunt Read onlineHallow Be the HauntNight of the Wolves Read onlineNight of the WolvesThe Night Is Forever Read onlineThe Night Is ForeverGolden Surrender Read onlineGolden SurrenderKiss of Darkness Read onlineKiss of DarknessBeneath a Blood Red Moon Read onlineBeneath a Blood Red MoonA Dangerous Game Read onlineA Dangerous GameGhost Shadow Read onlineGhost ShadowLong, Lean, and Lethal Read onlineLong, Lean, and LethalFade to Black Read onlineFade to BlackThe Rising Read onlineThe RisingAnd One Wore Gray Read onlineAnd One Wore GrayRebel Read onlineRebelThe Unseen Read onlineThe UnseenThe Night Is Watching Read onlineThe Night Is WatchingThe Evil Inside Read onlineThe Evil InsideThe Unspoken Read onlineThe UnspokenThe Night Is Alive Read onlineThe Night Is AliveThe Unholy Read onlineThe UnholyNightwalker Read onlineNightwalkerDeadly Harvest Read onlineDeadly HarvestAn Angel for Christmas Read onlineAn Angel for ChristmasA Pirate's Pleasure Read onlineA Pirate's PleasureAmerican Drifter Read onlineAmerican DrifterRealm of Shadows Read onlineRealm of ShadowsBlood on the Bayou Read onlineBlood on the BayouSacred Evil Read onlineSacred EvilDying to Have Her Read onlineDying to Have HerThe Cursed Read onlineThe CursedCaptive Read onlineCaptiveHurricane Bay Read onlineHurricane BayDrop Dead Gorgeous Read onlineDrop Dead GorgeousGhost Memories Read onlineGhost MemoriesAll Hallows Eve Read onlineAll Hallows EveDying Breath Read onlineDying BreathDeadly Fate Read onlineDeadly FateThe Dead Room Read onlineThe Dead RoomLord of the Wolves Read onlineLord of the WolvesGhost Night Read onlineGhost NightGhost Walk Read onlineGhost WalkThe Forgotten Read onlineThe ForgottenUnhallowed Ground Read onlineUnhallowed GroundOne Wore Blue Read onlineOne Wore BlueDead By Dusk Read onlineDead By DuskNight of the Blackbird Read onlineNight of the BlackbirdThe Dead Play On Read onlineThe Dead Play OnBride of the Night Read onlineBride of the NightWicked Deeds Read onlineWicked DeedsThe Forbidden Read onlineThe ForbiddenTriumph Read onlineTriumphOut of the Darkness Read onlineOut of the DarknessLove Not a Rebel Read onlineLove Not a RebelThe Last Noel Read onlineThe Last NoelTall, Dark, and Deadly Read onlineTall, Dark, and DeadlyThe Death Dealer Read onlineThe Death DealerDead on the Dance Floor Read onlineDead on the Dance FloorLaw and Disorder Read onlineLaw and DisorderDark Rites Read onlineDark RitesNew Year's Eve Read onlineNew Year's EveHostage At Crystal Manor Read onlineHostage At Crystal ManorAnd One Rode West Read onlineAnd One Rode WestHome in Time for Christmas Read onlineHome in Time for ChristmasKilling Kelly Read onlineKilling KellyBlood Night Read onlineBlood NightTangled Threat (Mills & Boon Heroes) Read onlineTangled Threat (Mills & Boon Heroes)Darkest Journey Read onlineDarkest JourneyGlory Read onlineGloryDeadly Touch Read onlineDeadly TouchAn Unexpected Guest Read onlineAn Unexpected GuestNight of the Vampires Read onlineNight of the VampiresSeize the Wind Read onlineSeize the WindGhost Moon Read onlineGhost MoonThe Vision Read onlineThe VisionDreaming Death Read onlineDreaming DeathConspiracy to Murder Read onlineConspiracy to MurderHorror-Ween (Krewe of Hunters) Read onlineHorror-Ween (Krewe of Hunters)The Summoning Read onlineThe SummoningWaking the Dead Read onlineWaking the DeadDanger in Numbers Read onlineDanger in NumbersThe Hidden Read onlineThe HiddenSweet Savage Eden Read onlineSweet Savage EdenTangled Threat ; Suspicious Read onlineTangled Threat ; SuspiciousMother's Day, the Krewe, and a Really Big Dog Read onlineMother's Day, the Krewe, and a Really Big DogPicture Me Dead Read onlinePicture Me DeadThe Killing Edge Read onlineThe Killing EdgeSt. Patrick's Day Read onlineSt. Patrick's DaySeeing Darkness Read onlineSeeing DarknessThe Dead Heat of Summer: A Krewe of Hunters Novella Read onlineThe Dead Heat of Summer: A Krewe of Hunters NovellaCrimson Twilight Read onlineCrimson TwilightHaunted Destiny Read onlineHaunted DestinyDevil's Mistress Read onlineDevil's MistressBanshee Read onlineBansheeThe Unforgiven Read onlineThe UnforgivenThe Final Deception Read onlineThe Final DeceptionA Horribly Haunted Halloween Read onlineA Horribly Haunted HalloweenHaunted Be the Holidays Read onlineHaunted Be the HolidaysDeadly Gift Read onlineDeadly GiftEaster, the Krewe and Another Large White Rabbit Read onlineEaster, the Krewe and Another Large White RabbitHaunted Read onlineHauntedThe Silenced Read onlineThe SilencedLet the Dead Sleep Read onlineLet the Dead SleepChristmas, the Krewe, and Kenneth Read onlineChristmas, the Krewe, and KennethBig Easy Evil Read onlineBig Easy EvilSinister Intentions & Confiscated Conception Read onlineSinister Intentions & Confiscated ConceptionHaunted Be the Holidays: A Krewe of Hunters Novella Read onlineHaunted Be the Holidays: A Krewe of Hunters NovellaBlood Red Read onlineBlood RedA Perilous Eden Read onlineA Perilous EdenSlow Burn Read onlineSlow BurnStrangers In Paradise Read onlineStrangers In ParadiseBitter Reckoning Read onlineBitter ReckoningKrewe of Hunters, Volume 1: Phantom Evil ; Heart of Evil ; Sacred Evil ; The Evil Inside Read onlineKrewe of Hunters, Volume 1: Phantom Evil ; Heart of Evil ; Sacred Evil ; The Evil InsideDo You Fear What I Fear? Read onlineDo You Fear What I Fear?The Face in the Window Read onlineThe Face in the WindowKrewe of Hunters, Volume 3: The Night Is WatchingThe Night Is AliveThe Night Is Forever Read onlineKrewe of Hunters, Volume 3: The Night Is WatchingThe Night Is AliveThe Night Is ForeverEyes of Fire Read onlineEyes of FireApache Summer sb-3 Read onlineApache Summer sb-3Sensuous Angel Read onlineSensuous AngelIn the Dark Read onlineIn the DarkKnight Triumphant Read onlineKnight TriumphantHours to Cherish Read onlineHours to CherishTender Deception Read onlineTender DeceptionKeeper of the Dawn tkl-4 Read onlineKeeper of the Dawn tkl-4Apache Summer Read onlineApache SummerBetween Roc and a Hard Place Read onlineBetween Roc and a Hard PlaceEchoes of Evil Read onlineEchoes of EvilThe Game of Love Read onlineThe Game of LoveSacred Evil (Krewe of Hunters) Read onlineSacred Evil (Krewe of Hunters)Bougainvillea Read onlineBougainvilleaTender Taming Read onlineTender TamingKeeper of the Night (The Keepers: L.A.) Read onlineKeeper of the Night (The Keepers: L.A.)Lonesome Rider and Wilde Imaginings Read onlineLonesome Rider and Wilde ImaginingsLucia in Love Read onlineLucia in LoveThe Gatekeeper Read onlineThe GatekeeperLiar's Moon Read onlineLiar's MoonDark Rites--A Paranormal Romance Novel Read onlineDark Rites--A Paranormal Romance NovelA Season for Love Read onlineA Season for LoveKrewe of Hunters, Volume 6: Haunted Destiny ; Deadly Fate ; Darkest Journey Read onlineKrewe of Hunters, Volume 6: Haunted Destiny ; Deadly Fate ; Darkest JourneyKeeper of the Dawn (The Keepers: L.A.) Read onlineKeeper of the Dawn (The Keepers: L.A.)Blood on the Bayou: A Cafferty & Quinn Novella Read onlineBlood on the Bayou: A Cafferty & Quinn NovellaDouble Entendre Read onlineDouble EntendreA Perfect Obsession--A Novel of Romantic Suspense Read onlineA Perfect Obsession--A Novel of Romantic SuspenseThe Night Is Forever koh-11 Read onlineThe Night Is Forever koh-11The Di Medici Bride Read onlineThe Di Medici BrideWhen Irish Eyes Are Haunting: A Krewe of Hunters Novella Read onlineWhen Irish Eyes Are Haunting: A Krewe of Hunters NovellaThe Keepers: Christmas in Salem: Do You Fear What I Fear?The Fright Before ChristmasUnholy NightStalking in a Winter Wonderland (Harlequin Nocturne) Read onlineThe Keepers: Christmas in Salem: Do You Fear What I Fear?The Fright Before ChristmasUnholy NightStalking in a Winter Wonderland (Harlequin Nocturne)Never Fear Read onlineNever FearDying Breath--A Heart-Stopping Novel of Paranormal Romantic Suspense Read onlineDying Breath--A Heart-Stopping Novel of Paranormal Romantic SuspenseIf Looks Could Kill Read onlineIf Looks Could KillThis Rough Magic Read onlineThis Rough MagicHeather Graham's Christmas Treasures Read onlineHeather Graham's Christmas TreasuresHatfield and McCoy Read onlineHatfield and McCoyThe Trouble with Andrew Read onlineThe Trouble with AndrewNever Fear - The Tarot: Do You Really Want To Know? Read onlineNever Fear - The Tarot: Do You Really Want To Know?Blue Heaven, Black Night Read onlineBlue Heaven, Black NightForbidden Fire Read onlineForbidden FireCome the Morning Read onlineCome the MorningDark Stranger sb-4 Read onlineDark Stranger sb-4Lie Down in Roses Read onlineLie Down in RosesRed Midnight Read onlineRed MidnightKrewe of Hunters Series, Volume 5 Read onlineKrewe of Hunters Series, Volume 5Night, Sea, And Stars Read onlineNight, Sea, And StarsSnowfire Read onlineSnowfireQuiet Walks the Tiger Read onlineQuiet Walks the TigerMistress of Magic Read onlineMistress of MagicFor All of Her Life Read onlineFor All of Her LifeRunaway Read onlineRunawayThe Night Is Alive koh-10 Read onlineThe Night Is Alive koh-10The Evil Inside (Krewe of Hunters) Read onlineThe Evil Inside (Krewe of Hunters)All Hallows Eve: A Krewe of Hunters Novella (1001 Dark Nights) Read onlineAll Hallows Eve: A Krewe of Hunters Novella (1001 Dark Nights)Tomorrow the Glory Read onlineTomorrow the GloryOndine Read onlineOndineAngel of Mercy & Standoff at Mustang Ridge Read onlineAngel of Mercy & Standoff at Mustang RidgeBride of the Tiger Read onlineBride of the TigerWhen Next We Love Read onlineWhen Next We LoveHeather Graham Krewe of Hunters Series, Volume 4 Read onlineHeather Graham Krewe of Hunters Series, Volume 4A Season of Miracles Read onlineA Season of MiraclesRealm of Shadows (Vampire Alliance) Read onlineRealm of Shadows (Vampire Alliance)When We Touch Read onlineWhen We TouchSerena's Magic Read onlineSerena's MagicRides a Hero sb-2 Read onlineRides a Hero sb-2All in the Family Read onlineAll in the FamilyHandful of Dreams Read onlineHandful of DreamsA Stranger in the Hamptons Read onlineA Stranger in the HamptonsKrewe of Hunters, Volume 2: The Unseen ; The Unholy ; The Unspoken ; The Uninvited Read onlineKrewe of Hunters, Volume 2: The Unseen ; The Unholy ; The Unspoken ; The UninvitedNever Sleep With Strangers Read onlineNever Sleep With StrangersEden's Spell Read onlineEden's SpellA Magical Christmas Read onlineA Magical ChristmasForever My Love Read onlineForever My LoveKing of the Castle Read onlineKing of the CastleNight Moves (60th Anniversary) Read onlineNight Moves (60th Anniversary)The Island Read onlineThe IslandBorrowed Angel Read onlineBorrowed AngelHallow Be the Haunt: A Krewe of Hunters Novella Read onlineHallow Be the Haunt: A Krewe of Hunters NovellaWhy I Love New Orleans Read onlineWhy I Love New OrleansThe Last Cavalier Read onlineThe Last CavalierA Matter of Circumstance Read onlineA Matter of CircumstanceHeather Graham's Haunted Treasures Read onlineHeather Graham's Haunted TreasuresTempestuous Eden Read onlineTempestuous EdenKrewe 11 - The Night Is Forever Read onlineKrewe 11 - The Night Is Forever