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Title:
Keeper of the bride
Author:
Gerritsen, Tess.
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Edition:
1st world hardcover ed.
Publication Information:
Sutton, Surrey, England : Severn House, 2013.

©1996
Physical Description:
250 pages ; 23 cm
Summary:
Your day starts by being jilted at the altar. It's about to get a lot worse. If Nina Cormier's wedding had taken place, she would be dead. But after the bride was left at the altar, the church stood empty when the bomb exploded. It wasn't until a stranger tried to run her off the road that Nina realized someone actually wanted to kill her. But who?
General Note:
Originally published: Richmond: Silhouette, 1997.
Language:
English
ISBN:
9780727881229
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Summary

Your day starts by being jilted at the alter. It's about to get a lot worse
If Nina Cormier's wedding had taken place, she would be dead. But after the bride was left at the altar, the church stood empty when the bomb exploded. It wasn't until a stranger tried to run her off the road that Nina realised someone actually wanted to kill her. But who?
That's what Nina has to find out - and fast. As the nightmare unfolds all around her, Nina must try to decipher the terrifying truth; she is at the mercy of a brilliant madman, one who is playing for keeps.


Author Notes

Tess Gerritsen was born on June 12, 1953 in San Diego, California. She received a bachelor's degree from Stanford University and a M.D. from the University of California, San Francisco. While on maternity leave from her work as a physician, she began to write fiction. Her first novel, Call After Midnight was published in 1987. It was followed by eight more romantic suspense novels. She also wrote the screenplay, Adrift, which aired as a 1993 CBS Movie of the Week starring Kate Jackson.

Her first medical thriller, Harvest, was published in 1996. She is the author of the Rizzoli and Isles series, which was adapted into a television show. She has won several awards including the Nero Wolfe Award for Vanish and the Rita Award for The Surgeon. She retired from the medical field and writes full-time. Her other novels include Presumed Guilty, Harvest, Gravity, The Bone Garden, and Playing with Fire.

(Bowker Author Biography)


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Booklist Review

Nina Cormier was jilted at the altar, but what a break that turns out to be: the church blows up just as she is leaving (and when she would have been saying vows had the marriage happened). The bomb squad investigates, headed by Detective Sam Navarro, and all leads point to Nina's ex-husband as the prime suspect. Nina is heartbroken and scared; Sam is brave and strong; and both are determined to keep it all professional. But when someone tries to run Nina off the road, Sam steps in to make sure she's safe, bringing them closer together and opening the door to romance. Sam is skittish at first, his earlier marriage having fallen apart because of his dangerous job, but he cannot stop thinking about Nina, and she quickly realizes that this is no rebound romance. This fast-paced story, reissued here in hardcover following its original publication in 1996 as a Harlequin paperback, boasts some nice plot twists and two likable protagonists. Rizzoli & Isles fans may think of this as Gerritsen-lite, but Sandra Brown readers will love it.--Alesi, Stacy Copyright 2010 Booklist


Library Journal Review

An ER nurse finds herself the target of a lethal bomber and is drawn to the detective on the case in this tantalizing, well-plotted story that keeps readers on edge as the puzzle pieces gradually fall into place. First published as a Harlequin Intrigue in 1996, this early Gerritsen foreshadows her later medical suspense thrillers. (c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

The wedding was off. Cancelled. Canned. Kaput. Nina Cormier sat staring at herself in the church dressing room mirror and wondered why she couldn't seem to cry. She knew the pain was there, deep and terrible beneath the numbness, but she didn't feel it. Not yet. She could only sit dry-eyed, staring at her reflection. The picture-perfect image of a bride. Her veil floated in gossamer wisps about her face. The bodice of her ivory satin dress, embroidered with seed pearls, hung fetchingly off-shoulder. Her long black hair was gathered into a soft chignon. Everyone who'd seen her that morning in the dressing room--her mother, her sister Wendy, her stepmother Daniella--had declared her a beautiful bride. And she would have been. Had the groom bothered to show up. He didn't even have the courage to break the news to her in person. After six months of planning and dreaming, she'd received his note just twenty minutes before the ceremony. Via the best man, no less. Nina, I need time to think about this. I'm sorry, I really am. I'm leaving town for a few days. I'll call you. Robert She forced herself to read the note again. I need time.... I need time.... How much time does a man need? she wondered. A year ago, she'd moved in with Dr. Robert Bledsoe. It's the only way to know if we 're compatible, he'd told her. Marriage was such a major commitment, a permanent commitment, and he didn't want to make a mistake. At forty-one, Robert had known his share of disastrous relationships. He was determined not to make any more mistakes. He wanted to be sure that Nina was the one he'd been waiting for all his life. She'd been certain Robert was the man she'd been waiting for. So certain that, on the very day he'd suggested they live together, she'd gone straight home and packed her bags.... "Nina? Nina, open the door!" It was her sister Wendy, rattling the knob. "Please let me in." Nina dropped her head in her hands. "I don't want to see anyone right now." "You need to be with someone." "I just want to be alone." "Look, the guests have all gone home. The church is empty. It's just me out here." "I don't want to talk to anyone. Just go home, will you? Please, just go." There was a long silence outside the door. Then Wendy said, "If I leave now, how're you going to get home? You'll need a ride." "Then I'll call a cab. Or Reverend Sullivan can drive me. I need some time to think." "You're sure you don't want to talk?" "I'm sure. I'll call you later, okay?" "If that's what you really want." Wendy paused, then added, with a note of venom that penetrated even through the oak door, "Robert's a jerk, you know. I might as well tell you. I've always thought he was." Nina didn't answer. She sat at the dressing table, her head in her hands, wanting to cry, but unable to squeeze out a single tear. She heard Wendy's footsteps fade away, then heard only the silence of the empty church. Still no tears would come. She couldn't think about Robert right now. Instead, her mind seemed to focus stubbornly on the practical aspects of a cancelled wedding. The catered reception and all that uneaten food. The gifts she had to return. The nonrefundable airline tickets to St. John Island. Maybe she should go on that honeymoon anyway and forget Dr. Robert Bledsoe. She'd go by herself, just her and her bikini. Out of this whole heartbreaking affair, at least she'd come out with a tan. Slowly she raised her head and once again looked at her reflection in the mirror. Not such a beautiful bride after all, she thought. Her lipstick was smeared and her chignon was coming apart. She was turning into a wreck. With sudden rage she reached up and yanked off the veil. Hairpins flew in every direction, releasing a rebellious tumble of black hair. To hell with the veil; she tossed it in the trash can. She snatched up her bouquet of white lilies and pink sweetheart roses and slam-dunked it into the trash can as well. That felt good. Her anger was like some new and potent fuel flooding her veins. It propelled her to her feet. She walked out of the church dressing room, the train of her gown dragging behind her, and entered the nave. The pews were deserted. Garlands of white carnations draped the aisles, and the altar was adorned with airy sprays of pink roses and baby's breath. The stage had been beautifully set for a wedding that would never take place. But the lovely results of the florist's hard work was scarcely noticed by Nina as she strode past the altar and started up the aisle. Her attention was focused straight ahead on the front door. On escape. Even the concerned voice of Reverend Sullivan calling to her didn't slow her down. She walked past all the floral reminders of the day's fiasco and pushed through the double doors. There, on the church steps, she halted. The July sunshine glared in her eyes, and she was suddenly, painfully aware of how conspicuous she must be, a lone woman in a wedding gown, trying to wave down a taxi. Only then, as she stood trapped in the brightness of afternoon, did she feel the first sting of tears. Excerpted from Keeper of the Bride by Tess Gerritsen All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.