From the New York Times bestselling author of Falling Awake comes an electrifying novel of passion, murder, and small-town scandal…
Investigative reporter Irene Stenson hasn’t been to her hometown of Dunsley, California, since the gruesome night she found both her parents dead on the kitchen floor. Now, seventeen years later, Irene has received a shocking new lead about their deaths—and is determined to discover the truth of what happened on that long-ago night.
Staying at a local lodge, she finds herself confiding in handsome Luke Danner—an ex-Marine who’s as used to barking orders as Irene is to ignoring them. But Luke sees the terror beneath her confident exterior—and can’t help but want to protect her. He is also driven by passions of his own, and as they’re drawn together into the heart of danger, they will risk far more than either of them expected…
“Among her best.”
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“A handful of authors are masters at the seemingly impossible task of blending romance, humor, and murder. Krentz is one of those authors.”
—The State (Columbia, SC)
“Politics, deadly secrets, and a foreboding atmosphere add a chilling touch to this well-written, compelling story…Lively [and] sensual.”
—Library Journal
“The mistress of sheet-wringing suspense scores with [this] sexy thriller…It’s good, creepy fun from a pro who can practically write in the dark.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Chilling danger and simmering sexual tension.”
—Booklist
“A romantic thriller by one of the best in the genre.”
—The Courier-Journal (Louisville, KY)
Praise for the novels of New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz…
FALLING AWAKE
“Will surely keep the sandman at bay…Terrific.”
—The Roanoke Times
“Romantic tension sizzles…Tightly plotted…fully developed characters and crafty plot twists.”
—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Yet another winning tale of romantic suspense…As always, Krentz creates an intelligent, likable couple, wonderful secondary characters, and a fast-paced story that will keep readers turning the pages.”
—Library Journal
“Krentz fans won’t be disappointed.”
—The Seattle Times
“Krentz excels at crafting superior, sexy romantic suspense, and her latest has all the ingredients her readers love: a riveting plot, a nicely developed romance between a smart and independent heroine and a tough yet tender hero, and her unique, delightfully dry wit.”
—Booklist
“Riveting.”
—The Courier-Mail (Queensland, Australia)
“The Northwest’s most popular novelist crafts another of her signature cocktails of romance, suspense, and menace.”
—Seattle Post-Intelligencer
TRUTH OR DARE
“Compelling.”
—The Sunday Age (Melbourne, Australia)
“There’s a reason Jayne Ann Krentz sells so many books…[She] continues to exhibit a fine knack for entertaining her readers.”
—Fort Worth Star-Telegram
“Ranks with some of Krentz’s most entertaining work.”
—The Seattle Times
LIGHT IN SHADOW
“If Krentz’s newest thriller doesn’t send your pulse racing, dial your cardiologist’s number…Packed with twists and shockers till the explosive ending.”
—Publishers Weekly
“One of Krentz’s best.”
—The Seattle Times
SMOKE IN MIRRORS
“Hearts will flutter. Spines will tingle.”
—People
“Passion smolders…Krentz is a master…The characters are the heart of the book and the reason why she has sold more than 23 million copies of her novels. This is vintage Krentz.”
—The Seattle Times
“Quick and witty and the romance sizzles. Smoke in Mirrors reads fast and will make you smile, wince, and sigh. What else could you want?”
—The State (Columbia, SC)
LOST & FOUND
“Delightful.”
—People
“A compelling mystery laced with an equally compelling romance.”
—The Newark Star-Ledger
SOFT FOCUS
“A healthy dose of suspense…Krentz has so much fun sending up the noir genre that you won’t mind going along for the ride.”
—People
“What could be more perfectly Krentz?…[Her] writing is clean and breezy, with many laugh-aloud chapter endings and a satisfyingly feel-good conclusion.”
—Publishers Weekly
OTHER TITLES BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ
White Lies
All Night Long
Falling Awake
Truth or Dare
Light in Shadow
Summer in Eclipse Bay
Smoke in Mirrors
Dawn in Eclipse Bay
Lost & Found
Eclipse Bay
Soft Focus
Eye of the Beholder
Flash
Sharp Edges
Deep Waters
Absolutely, Positively
Trust Me
Grand Passion
Hidden Talents
Wildest Hearts
Family Man
Perfect Partners
Sweet Fortune
Silver Linings
The Golden Chance
BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ WRITING AS AMANDA QUICK
Second Sight
Lie by Moonlight
Wait Until Midnight
The Paid Companion
Late for the Wedding
Don’t Look Back
Slighty Shady
Wicked Widow
I Thee Wed
With This Ring
Affair
Mischief
Mystique
Mistress
Deception
Desire
Dangerous
Reckless
Ravished
Rendezvous
Scandal
Surrender
Seduction
BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ WRITING AS JAYNE CASTLE
Ghost Hunter
After Glow
Harmony
After Dark
Amaryllis
Zinnia
Orchid
All Night Long
JAYNE ANN KRENTZ
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For Alberta G. Castle, with love: I learned all the really important stuff from you, Mom. I will carry your spirit in my heart all the days of my life.
Table of Contents
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Twenty-seven
Twenty-eight
Twenty-nine
Thirty
Thirty-one
Thirty-two
Thirty-three
Thirty-four
Thirty-five
Thirty-six
Thirty-seven
Thirty-eight
Thirty-nine
Forty
Forty-one
Forty-two
Forty-three
Forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six
Forty-seven
Forty-eight
Forty-nine
Fifty
Epilogue
Second Sight
Prologue
Seventeen years earlier…
The house at the end of the lane was filled with darkness and night.
That wasn’t right, Irene thought. Her parents always left the lights on for her.
“Don’t be mad, Irene.” Pamela stopped the car in the driveway. The convertible’s headlights blazed a short distance into the thick stand of fir trees that loomed beside the house. “It was just a joke, okay? Hey, look, the lights are off inside your place. Your folks are in bed. They’ll never know you got home after curfew.”
Irene pushed open the car door and scrambled out of the convertible. “They’ll know. You’ve ruined everything.”
“So tell them it was my fault,” Pamela said carelessly. “I lost track of the time.”
“It was my fault. I made the mistake of believing that you really were my friend. I thought I could trust you. My folks only have two rules. No drugs and no driving to the other side of the lake.”
“Give me a break. You only broke one rule tonight.” In the lights of the dash, Pamela’s smile was very bright. “I didn’t even have any drugs in the car.”
“We weren’t supposed to go beyond the town limits, and you know it. You just got your license. Dad says you haven’t had enough experience behind the wheel yet.”
“I got you home safe and sound, didn’t I?”
“That’s not the point and you know it. I made a promise to my folks.”
“You are such a good girl.” Disgust and exasperation were thick in Pamela’s words. “Don’t you get tired of always following the rules?”
Irene took a step back. “Is that what this was all about tonight? You wanted to see if you could make me break the rules? Well, you succeeded, so I hope you’re satisfied. This is the last time you and I will do anything together. But that’s probably just what you wanted, isn’t it? Good night, Pamela.”
She turned toward the darkened house, digging into her purse to find her key.
“Irene, wait—”
Irene ignored her. Key in hand she hurried toward the front door. Her parents were going to be furious. They would probably ground her for life or, at the very least, for the rest of the summer.
“Okay, be that way,” Pamela called after her. “Go back to your perfect, boring, good girl life and your perfect, boring little family. Next time I pick a best friend I’ll choose one who knows how to have fun.”
Pamela drove off very quickly. When the convertible’s headlights disappeared, Irene found herself alone in the night. She was very conscious of the chill in the air. That was wrong, too, she thought. It was summer. The moon was shining out on the lake. She and Pamela had put the top down on the flashy new sports car this evening. It shouldn’t have felt so cold.
Maybe this was what it was like when you discovered that you could not trust someone you thought was a friend.
Morosely she watched to see if a light came on in her parents’ bedroom at the side of the house. They must have heard Pamela’s car, she thought. Her father, especially, was a light sleeper.
But the house remained dark. She felt a small flicker of relief. If her folks did not wake up tonight, she could put off the inevitable scene until morning. Breakfast would be soon enough to find out that she had been permanently grounded.
She could just barely make out the front porch steps. Her dad had forgotten to turn on the light over the door. That was really weird. He always left that light and the one at the back of the house on all night. It was another one of his rules.
She paused, key in hand. Her parents’ bedroom was directly to the right of the entrance. They would almost certainly hear her if she went in through the front door. But if they were still asleep, they might not notice the sound of the back door being opened. Going in through the kitchen would give her a shot at sneaking down the hall to her bedroom without arousing her folks.
Turning away from the front porch steps, she hurried around the side of the house. It was so dark. Too bad she didn’t have a flashlight. In the silvery moonlight the small dock and the little boat that her father used for fishing were almost invisible.
She was startled to discover that the light was off over the back porch, too. In the dense shadows, she tripped on the bottom step, stumbled and nearly fell. At the last instant she managed to grab the railing and right herself.
What were the odds that her dad had forgotten to turn on both porch lights? Something was really strange here. Maybe the bulbs had burned out simu
ltaneously.
She fumbled the key into the lock and turned the knob cautiously, trying to open the door without making any noise.
The door resisted her efforts to push it inward. Something heavy seemed to be blocking it from the inside. She shoved harder.
A terrible, stomach-churning smell wafted out through the opening. Had some animals gotten into the house? Her mother would have a fit in the morning.
But a part of her already knew that things were horribly wrong. She started to shiver violently. It was all she could do to move one foot across the threshold and grope for the switch on the wall.
The lights came on, dazzling her for a couple of seconds. Then she saw the blood on the kitchen floor.
She heard someone screaming. In some remote corner of her mind she understood that she was the one who was uttering the high, desperate, frantic cries of grief, horror and denial. But the sound was distant and far away.
She had traveled to some other place, a realm where nothing was the way it was supposed to be; where nothing was normal.
When she returned from the journey, she discovered that her personal, private definition of normal had been altered forever.
E-MAIL MESSAGE
DATE: March 7
FROM: PWebb
TO: IStenson
SUBJECT: The past
Hi, Irene:
I know this e-mail is coming as a huge surprise. Hope you didn’t dump it straight into your deleted file when you saw the name of the sender. But I hear you’re a reporter now, and reporters are supposed to be curious types so, with luck, you’ll read this.
Hard to believe that it’s been seventeen years since we last saw each other, isn’t it? I realize that, given what happened, you would have been quite happy to go another seventeen years without hearing from me. But I have to talk to you, and I have to do it soon.
This is about the past. What I need to tell you can’t be done in an e-mail or over the phone. Trust me, this is as important to you as it is to me.
I’ve got a few things to take care of before we meet. Come up to the lake on Thursday afternoon. I should have everything ready by then. Give me a call as soon as you get into town.
By the way, I never forgot how much you liked eating orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream together. Funny the things you remember, isn’t it?