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Thirty-three years after eight-year-old Rachel Clark's body is found at the bottom of a ravine, Kiri Alexander discovers a well-loved Raggey Ann doll outside her door. Little did Kiri know the doll and Rachel's ghost would tear down the wall she'd built to control her psychic powers, and open the floodgate to her own childhood memories... memories she'd rather keep buried. Turning to homicide detective, Logan Mendoza, for help,Kiri must convince him she isn't a fake. Doubt, anger and hostility turn to love, as Logan and Kiri grow close in the quest to find a lost child and to right a wrong three decades later.
A slight movement caught her eye and glancing up, Kiri found a little girl of seven or eight standing in the corner. The child wore the same torn and tattered cleeveless tee shirt and cotton underpants Kiri had seen in her dream. "Who are you?" Kiri whispered. She gripped the bodice of her nightgown under her breasts and remained frozen, as time stood still. Fascinated, she stared as the child shimmered in the early morning light.
"My name's Rachel," the girl sobbed."I can't find Sally."
"Who's Sally.?" Kiri knotted her nightgown in her cold, clammy hands. A wave of relief overca | |  | | Clara's Legacy by Sue Thornton
Clara’s Legacy
A childhood memory crept up to tickle Thane’s brain. A little girl of seven, or eight, dressed in worn clothing so thin you could almost see through it, but mended very carefully in places with tiny, even stitches. She had the prettiest red curls and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. His cousin, Hannah had befriended her on the school grounds, sneaking her food at lunchtime. He couldn’t remember the girl’s name, only that she was bone thin and dirty, but the most delicate creature he ever imagined. Even with all of the bruises she tried to hide, she wouldn’t let anyone bully her or her sisters. She was a fighter. A fighter of words, not physical action. He could almost see her being beaten by someone if she caused any trouble.
His heart yearned to see her sweet smile and he would try whatever he could to make that happen. Then one day she and her sisters were gone and they never returned to the school. He could still see her clutching one of her sister’s hands, as if she was afraid to let go.
Thane took a deep breath. Why had he thought of that little girl now? Hannah had begged her parents to try to find the girl and cried for days. But Hannah was gone now, death claiming her young life with a brain tumor. Thane wished he could tell that little girl what an impact she’d made on the lives of him and his cousin. Something about Nita reminded him of the little redhead who would huddle against the building to stay warm.
A young man leaned back in a rocking chair and propped his feet on the porch rail. He stared through the trees toward the snowcapped Cascade Mountains. The quiet of the hillside was broken when a deer dashed through the wooded area. He surveyed the property to try to discover what had disturbed the wildlife.
Thoughts tumbled through his mind and he wondered once again if he should leave the quiet sanctuary of his home and journey to the dry desolation of the Arizona desert. He wanted to see for himself the woman who inherited his grandmother’s family home and business. Would he be a traito | |  | | Promises Broken by Sue Thornton
Lonely, Elizabeth Pierce subscribes to an online dating service. Meeting James was like finding a long lost friend, until Jasper came along whispering warnings.
Chased from her house, teror follows her to her new home. Everything points to her ex-husband, Lee, until he ends up murdered and Elizabeth is suspected.
"Oh what the hell," she muttered and clicked on the browser. "What can it hurt? If I don't like what I see tonight I never have to go back."
The mouse ran smoothly across the mouse pad until the arrow landed on the signature line. Pausing for a brief moment, Elizabeth sighed in resignation and typed in singlesgroup.com.
Apprehension raced through her and little nagging voices in her head laughed and snickered about how desperate she'd become to stoop to a lonely-hearts service.
Curiosity mingled with her uneasiness and Elizabeth soon found herself perusing the website, fil |
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