Cover image for Sweet dreams
Title:
Sweet dreams
Author:
Anderson, Catherine.
Personal Author:
Publication Information:
Don Mills, Ontario, Canada : Harlequin Bestsellers, 2012.
Physical Description:
541 pages ; 17 cm
Summary:
Reasonable doubt: Breanna Morgan returns to the isolated mining claim that has belonged to her family for generations and discovers that prowlers and vandals have invaded the land, while her new neighbor, Tyler Ross, warns her against remaining there alone.

Without a trace: for genealogist Sarah Montague, finding an adoptee's natural parents, even with few clues, was routine. But in Michael De Lorio's case, the only clue was the terrifying nightmare that had haunted him all his life--a nightmare that he feared might be a memory of a terror that was all too real. Even so, Michael had never dreamed that his search for the truth could lead to danger....
Language:
English
Contents:
Reasonable doubt -- Without a trace.
Geographic Term:
ISBN:
9780373606405
Format :
Book

Available:*

Library
Call Number
Material Type
Home Location
Status
Audubon Library FICTION Adult Mass Market Paperback Romance
Searching...
Kenmore Library FICTION Adult Mass Market Paperback Open Shelf
Searching...
Lackawanna Library FICTION Adult Fiction Open Shelf
Searching...
Julia Boyer Reinstein Library FICTION Adult Mass Market Paperback Open Shelf
Searching...

On Order

Summary

Summary

To claim her inheritance, Breanna Morgan must return  to Crescent Moon. She soon discovers that prowlers, vandals and unnatural noises have invaded the isolated mining claim that has long been in her family. And her new neighbor,  Tyler Ross, is not the first or the last to warn her away. 

When the threats become all too real and Tyler offers his support, Breanna accepts him with open arms. Until she has  cause to wonder if his choice is for her benefit, or for his own.... 

For genealogist Sarah Montague, finding an adoptee's natural parents is routine. But in Michael De Lorio's case, her only lead is the nightmare that haunts him--one he suspects is a terrible childhood memory. 

As Michael and Sarah delve into his past, they find danger at every turn. And their only hope for life, and love, is to rebury the past and disappear without a trace. 

Reasonable Doubt 

To claim her inheritance, Breanna Morgan must return to Crescent Moon. She soon discovers that prowlers, vandals and unnatural noises have invaded the isolated mining claim that has long been in her family. And her new neighbor, Tyler Ross, is not the first or the last to warn her away. 

When the threats become all too real and Tyler offers his support, Breanna accepts him with open arms. Until she has cause to wonder if his choice is for her benefit, or for his own.... 

Without a Trace 

For genealogist Sarah Montague, finding an adoptee's natural parents is routine. But in Michael De Lorio's case, her only lead is the nightmare that haunts him--one he suspects is a terrible childhood memory. 

As Michael and Sarah delve into his past, they find danger at every turn. And their only hope for life, and love, is to rebury the past and disappear without a trace.


Author Notes

Catherine Anderson was born in Grants Pass, Oregon on December 22, 1948. She is the author of more than thirty historical and contemporary romance novels including Cherish, My Sunshine, and New Leaf. She received the Romantic Times Reviewers' Career Achievement Award.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Excerpts

Excerpts

Hypnotic regression. Those were the only words to describe the feeling that washed over Breanna Morgan as she climbed out of her silver Honda and gazed at her grandparents' small cabin. In the dusky light, its yellow logs and tin roof looked postcard perfect against the tree-studded backdrop of Hungry Hill. Flashbacks buffeted her, some sweet, some nostalgic, others painful. She stood rooted until her mind could assimilate the shock. With a determined lift of her chin, Breanna strode to the aluminum driveway gate and swung it wide. The night wind whispered, a decibel louder than the gurgle of Graves Creek, following the stream's course as it twisted and turned through the canyon to spill into the white water of the Rogue River five miles west. Above Breanna, a clapboard sign dangled by one corner from the arbor that formed an entry arch. Its rhythmic, forlorn squeaking underscored the surrounding gloom. Glancing at the encroaching laurel and oak trees, she drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. After spending most of her twenty-seven years in the mountains, as a child playing in the surrounding woods, as an adult doing wildlife studies, the remote location of The Crescent Moon mining claim shouldn't bother her. But it did. Vague unease wrapped itself around her and refused to let go. Turning back toward the Honda, she saw her black dog, Coaly, had exited the car. He seemed bent on exploring everything, and that was a mighty big order when miles of Oregon forests stretched in all directions. "Come on, old man," Breanna called as she slid back behind the steering wheel. "It's time to get settled for the night." The mostly Labrador mutt led the way down the drive, his incongruous plumed tail waving like a flag over his back. Some of his excitement spilled over to Breanna. She had always loved it down here. Once she settled in, maybe a little of the magic would return. It was a perfect environment for writing, much better than living in town with all the distractions that neighbors inflicted. Parking near the retainer wall steps to facilitate unloading her hatchback, Breanna fished in the pocket of her faded jeans for her cabin key as she slid out of the car. Coaly ran circles around her for a moment, then veered away to sniff the foundation of the old barn. As she ascended the steps to the overgrown yard, Breanna could see the ravages of neglect everywhere. Weeds flourished in her grandmother's rose beds beside the house. The cement edges of the stone walkway were beginning to crumble. She didn't know what her cousin, Dane, had been doing during his visits here these last seven years, but it was clear he hadn't been caretaking. No wonder their grandmother had given the cabin to Breanna. Four paces up the walk, Breanna froze, her gaze riveted on the front door. It hung awry on its hinges, swinging slightly as if someone had bumped against it only seconds earlier. The door frame was split and gouged where the sturdy dead bolt had been forced inward. Myriad emotions rushed through her. Disbelief turned to outrage, and both were quickly smothered by fear. Intruders caught in the act could be dangerous. Standing here, she blocked the only exit as effectively as a cork in a narrow-necked bottle. The door swung slowly shut, then yawned open again, creaking on its hinges. Breanna jumped. Then she realized it was only the wind. Coaly lumbered up the steps behind her, tongue lolling, tail whipping against her leg as he passed. With no apparent presentiment of danger, he bounded onto the porch and gave the swinging door a nudge with his nose. Trusting her dog's keen sense of smell, Breanna relaxed a bit. He'd be raising a ruckus if anyone was in there. Straining her ears for any unusual sounds, she advanced on the cabin. As she stepped onto the porch, her well-trained eye zeroed in on a footprint in the soft dirt next to the walkway. She leaned over to study it. A man's boot, judging by its size, one with a waffled sole. A hiking boot? It gave her an eerie feeling looking at it. "Coaly, wait up." The canine's response was a happy bark as he frolicked into the dark entry hall. Pausing on the threshold, Breanna pushed the door wide. No growls from Coaly yet. That was a good sign. She'd need her flashlight, though. It was black as a tomb in there. Hurrying back to the Honda, she dug into the glove box until her fingers curled around the cylinder of plastic. "Coaly?" Excerpted from Sweet Dreams: Reasonable Doubt Without a Trace by Catherine Anderson 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.

Google Preview