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Heart-racing romance, breathless
suspense!
In USA TODAY bestselling
author Regan Black's new Escape Club Heroes thriller, a guarded man
builds a future with a woman without a past…
Outside of one of Philadelphia’s
busiest nightclubs, a woman stumbles from her taxi. Beaten and
bruised, Melissa Baxter is an amnesiac with a target on her back.
Gun-shy, Melissa relies on a handsome hero to help her uncover who
she really is.
Carson Lane—a paramedic with his own
dark history—can’t help but bring this beautiful, vulnerable
woman under his wing. Still reeling from his partner’s murder, he's
no stranger to risk. But as he and Melissa begin unraveling the
mystery of who she really is, Carson realizes falling in love could
be the biggest risk of all.
Escape Club Heroes: Off-duty justice,
full-time love…
Excerpt:
Carson paused, breathing in the cool
spring air rolling off the Delaware River and sighing it out again in
an attempt to let go of the past. Up and down the pier, businesses
were bustling with customers cutting loose and making the most of
Friday night. From this shore and on the far bank of New Jersey,
lights sparkled and danced in the reflection of the water. Boats
cruised slowly, leaving ghostly trails behind them. From his vantage
point, the traffic on the bridge was little more than a murmur of
white noise.
His best friend Sarah had died on a hot
and humid summer night. He’d survived winter and the holidays
without her, made it through Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s
Day, too. Didn’t people connect hope and fresh starts with
springtime? Maybe this new season could break the cycle of grief
plaguing him.
He searched out the brighter stars in
the sky, trying to recall the constellations. Maybe he should pull
out the old telescope and set it up again. It would be one positive
way to pass the dark, lonely hours. “Be in the present,” he said
aloud, coaching himself. “Let go and start living.”
The advice didn’t bring an immediate
result. He supposed it was absurd to think a deep breath and a few
new words would offer any relief.
Turning at the sound of an engine, he
held up a hand to shield his eyes from the glare of headlights as a
big car pulled to a stop at the side of the club. He saw a typical
white city taxicab with a familiar logo on the back door. Then a
slender woman pushed it open and stumbled out.
“Hey!” The driver jumped out, as
well. “You owe me money, lady.”
“I…” The woman frowned at her
empty hands. “I don’t have money.” She wobbled, looking around.
“Where—”
“Wait right there!” The cabbie
rushed around the car to confront her.
Sensing trouble, Carson dashed forward
as the woman tripped and started to fall. He caught her, willing his
knee to hold up for both of them. “Back off,” he warned the
cabbie.
“She owes me the fare.”
“I’ll cover it.” Carson eased the
woman down to sit on a discarded pallet. Despite the shadows, he
could tell she wasn’t well. Drunk or stoned, the visible fresh
scrapes and bruises on her face and arms implied someone had taken a
few swipes at her recently. “What happened to her?”
“How the hell do I know? She got in
the car that way.”
Carson looked at the woman. “Is that
true?” She only stared up at him, shying away from the cabbie.
“Bring me her purse.”
“No purse.” The driver gestured at
the empty backseat. “Just her.”
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