Shadow Woman: A Novel
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
From Linda Howard comes an exhilarating and sensual new novel of romance, suspense, intrigue . . . and thoughts which may kill.
Lizette Henry wakes up one morning and makes a terrifying discovery: She doesn’t realize the face she sees within the reflect. She recalls what she seems like, yet her mirrored image is an individual else’s. so as to add to the surprise, years appear to have disappeared from her lifestyles. anyone has long past to nice and inexplicable lengths to maintain these lacking years hidden without end. however the previous continuously unearths the way to return.
unusual stories quickly start to floor and, besides them, a few strange talents and skills that Lizette hasn’t a clue approximately buying. Sensing that she’s being monitored, Lizette all at once understands tips on how to look for insects in her condominium and monitoring units in her motor vehicle. What’s extra, she will elude surveillance—like a informed agent.
input a mysterious and seductive stranger named Xavier, who claims he desires to help—but who triggers aggravating photos of an unspeakable crime of which Lizette may perhaps or is probably not the wrongdoer. With thoughts returning, she without warning turns into a objective of nameless assassins. at the run with nowhere to conceal, Lizette has no selection yet to depend on Xavier, a powerful and magnetic guy she doesn’t belief, with a robust appeal she can't face up to. As murky waters turn into transparent, Lizette confronts a conspiracy that's treacherous and far-reaching and a fact that, as soon as published, may well silence her and Xavier as soon as and for all.
Praise for Shadow Woman
“Dazzling . . . From the hole line, [Shadow Woman] will seize readers and take them on an exciting and terrifying adventure!”—RT e-book Reviews
“Fast-paced, intricately specific romantic suspense . . . Readers won’t are looking to placed it down till the intense end. . . . hugely recommended.”—Fresh Fiction
“An exciting plot and desirable characters [with] plenty of drama, rigidity, intrigue and suspense.”—The Star-Ledger
desk. “You’ll need to deal with Xavier,” she stated, her eyes chilly. “I wish reassurance that every thing with topic C is establishment, so the energetic surveillance should be in position asap. I’ll deal with it. you'll alert him in the event you imagine he totally has to understand, yet i counsel opposed to it. Be very cautious what you do.” frustrated, Al registered that via dealing with it herself, Felice intended she didn’t wish him utilizing his humans; she desired to use humans he didn’t comprehend. tremendous. decreasing his degree of keep watch over was once a.
Are off, and I’ll movement on him. I’ll ponder how to deal with the fallout. simply ascertain he is familiar with that.” She left the tank, her heels clicking well opposed to the tile flooring. Al took one other fortifying gulp of espresso. No method was once he telling Xavier what she’d simply stated, simply because that might warrantly she didn’t get up the following day. How might she now not discover that? simply because she felt secure. yet she wasn’t. None of them have been. bankruptcy 11 Lizette’s Sunday used to be thoroughly uneventful, as a rule.
happening the backpack. operating conscientiously within the darkness, simply because he didn’t are looking to drop the little fucker, he eased his hand into the bag. The plastic rustled, yet he moved in gradual increments and the sound used to be faint, not anything greater than a scratch. He felt straps. now not more than enough. Easing his hand deeper, he brushed opposed to a flap, which might most likely conceal a zippered pocket. more than enough, even supposing he couldn’t see what he was once doing. rigorously turning his hand, he hooked up the tracker to the.
Pressed to the ground, and so they have been nonetheless gaining. She watched the rearview, gripping the wheel, judging the instant. nearer, nearer. the automobile was once bobbing up beside her, on her left. They have been flying down the interstate at over 100 miles an hour, facet via aspect, the V-6 regular yet no longer giving her loads of additional strength. the fellow within the passenger seat, hood driven back off, aimed a black handgun out the open window at her. She slammed at the brakes, yanked the guidance wheel sharply to the side,.
scenario, selected his strategies, and that was once that; did he ever second-guess himself? She didn’t be aware of, yet she’d guess now not. “I wanted a spot without witnesses, if you happen to didn’t take into account me.” “I didn’t,” she acknowledged, her abdominal clenching a bit as the various backwash of terror hit her. “Yeah, wouldn’t that experience labored out good, with me attempting to strive against you onto the bike once you fought like a wildcat, screaming your head off,” he stated dryly. He hooked his left hand round the again.