For Her Eyes Only Part 3. Шарон Сала
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36 Hours Serial
As a devastating summer storm hits Grand Springs, Colorado, the next thirty-six hours will change the town and its residents forever….
For Her Eyes Only Part 3
Jessica’s visions have continued unbidden since she blacked out at the lodge the night of the storm. She doesn’t know if the vision of Stone Richardson dead is real or fantasy.
For a cop like Stone, being in the line of fire is part of the job. That doesn’t stop just because the woman he loves has a vision. He needs to keep investigating the mayor’s murder, whatever the risk.
So much is at stake now that they’ve found each other again. And neither can see the future with certainty, or predict when danger will strike.
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Dear Reader,
In the town of Grand Springs, Colorado, a devastating summer storm sets off a string of events that changes the lives of the residents forever….
Welcome to Mills & Boon exciting new digital serial, 36 Hours! In this thirty-six part serial share the stories of the residents of Grand Springs, Colorado, in the wake of a deadly storm.
With the power knocked out and mudslides washing over the roads, the town is plunged into darkness and the residents are forced to face their biggest fears—and find love against all odds.
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Sharon Sala is a native of Oklahoma and a member of Romance Writers of America. She is a New York Times, USA TODAY, Publisher's Weekly and Waldenbooks mass-market bestselling author of eighty-five-plus books written as Sharon Sala and Dinah McCall. She's a seven-time RITA® Award finalist, Janet Dailey Award winner, five-time National Reader's Choice Award winner, four-time Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews winner and a four-time
For Her Eyes Only Part 3
Sharon Sala
The devastating rainstorm has passed, but the effect on Grand Springs will last a lifetime. Jessica sure hopes not. She hit her head during the blackout and now has visions. She started with seeing Mayor Olivia Stuart murdered and now she just saw the love of her life covered in blood and dying while people were standing around doing nothing to help him. Stone doesn’t believe her—but he’s a cop and cops get shot. How can he ignore her when every other vision came true? Their life together has just begun and it’s about to be taken away.…
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Chapter Nine Continued
Stone Richardson slammed his butt into the seat of his car and jammed the key into the ignition. He never had liked Mondays.
“Good morning to you, too,” Jack Stryker said.
“Buckle up,” Stone muttered, but it sounded too much like “shut up” for Stryker to argue.
His partner continued as if nothing was wrong.
“Okay, we know that the last word out of Olivia Stuart’s mouth at the hospital was ‘coal.’ And we’ve got a map detailing the area where the consortium’s lease for strip mining is expiring. We’ve got an agenda—try and see if there is any connection between the mayor’s last word and the business to which she was so opposed. If we find that, we might find her killer. Now all we need is an attitude adjustment.”
Stone started the car, yanking it in gear and leaving rubber behind as he peeled out of the parking lot.
Stryker glanced at his partner, then down at his watch.
“So, it’s gonna be like this, is it?” When Stone didn’t answer, Stryker glanced at his watch and slid a little further into the seat. It was going to be a hell of a long, silent day of police work.
* * *
“Easy does it, Miss Hanson. One more stitch and they’ll all be out.”
Jessica squinched her eyes shut, wincing against the tug to her scalp as Dr. Howell removed the last stitch.
“And that does it,” he said, dropping the bit of stitch, as well as his instruments, into a nearby pan. Moving her hair aside, he swabbed alcohol on the area. Peering closely at the results of his handiwork, he gave her a pat on the arm. “Except for the haircut, you’re good as new.”
She blinked and thrust her hand into her hair in embarrassment.
“Oh, I didn’t mean your new style. I meant the cut I gave you.” Noah flicked the end of a straggly lock away from her ear. “Yours is quite fetching.”
He stepped back and looked at her more closely as his nurse moved in, swabbing the healing wound with a last dab of disinfectant. “You know…that hairdo really changes your appearance. You remind me of someone, but I just can’t think who.”
The nurse looked up to see for herself. “Hmm, you know, Dr. Howell, you’re right. It really did change her appearance.”
Jessica resisted the urge to stick out her tongue. She already felt like a sideshow freak, and now they were speaking of her as if she wasn’t even there.
Noah suddenly snapped his fingers and a smile spread over his face. “I know. I know. You remind me of Charlize Theron”
Jessica smiled. “Thanks.”
Defeated by the past week’s events, as well as by and the fight she’d had with Stone early yesterday morning, Jessica slumped where she sat.
“If only the rest of Grand Springs could see me like that. All they see is some crazy witch.”
Noah frowned. He’d heard the gossip about Jessica Hanson, and about her visions coming true, and while he’d like to think it was nothing more than that, he’d been far too close a witness to her first correct prediction to scoff. Olivia Stuart did have a needle mark on the back of her leg, just as Jessica had proclaimed. Olivia’s death was not natural. Someone killed her.
“You know, an old professor told me something once that I’ve never forgotten,” Noah