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PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF
Kay Hooper

BLOOD DREAMS

“You won’t want to turn the lights out after reading this book!”


Romantic Times

“A good read for fans of other serial-killer books and the TV show
Criminal Minds
.”


Booklist

SLEEPING WITH FEAR

“An entertaining book for any reader.”


Winston-Salem Journal

“Hooper keeps the suspense dialed up. … Readers will be mesmerized by a plot that moves quickly to a chilling conclusion.”


Publishers Weekly

CHILL OF FEAR

“Hooper’s latest may offer her fans a few shivers on a hot beach.”


Publishers Weekly

“Kay Hooper has conjured a fine thriller with appealing young ghosts and a suitably evil presence to provide a welcome chill on a hot summer’s day.”


Orlando Sentinel

“The author draws the reader into the story line and, once there, they can’t leave because they want to see what happens next in this thrill-a-minute, chilling, fantastic reading experience.”


Midwest Book Review

HUNTING FEAR

“A well-told scary story.”


Toronto Sun

“Hooper’s unerring story sense and ability to keep the pages flying can’t be denied.”


Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine

“Hooper has created another original—
Hunting Fear
sets an intense pace. … Work your way through the terror to the triumph … and you’ll be looking for more Hooper tales to add to your bookshelf.”


Wichita Falls Times Record News

“It’s vintage Hooper—a suspenseful page-turner.”

—Brazosport
Facts

“Expect plenty of twists and surprises as Kay Hooper gets her series off to a crackerjack start!”


Aptos Times

SENSE OF EVIL

“A well-written, entertaining police procedural … loaded with suspense.”


Midwest Book Review

“Filled with page-turning suspense.”


The Sunday Oklahoman


Sense of Evil
will knock your socks off.”


Rendezvous

“A master storyteller.”

—Tami Hoag

STEALING SHADOWS

“A fast-paced, suspenseful plot … The story’s complicated and intriguing twists and turns keep the reader guessing until the chilling end.”


Publishers Weekly

“This definitely puts Ms. Hooper in a league with Tami Hoag and Iris Johansen and Sandra Brown. Gold 5-star rating.”


Heartland Critiques

HAUNTING RACHEL

“A stirring and evocative thriller.”


Palo Alto Daily News

“The pace flies, the suspense never lets up. It’s great reading.”


The Advocate

“An intriguing book with plenty of strange twists that will please the reader.”


Rocky Mountain News

“It passed the ‘stay up late to finish it in one night’ test.”


The Denver Post

FINDING LAURA

“You always know you are in for an outstanding read when you pick up a Kay Hooper novel, but in
Finding Laura
, she has created something really special! Simply superb!”


Romantic Times

“Hooper keeps the intrigue pleasurably complicated, with gothic touches of suspense and a satisfying resolution.”


Publishers Weekly

“A first-class reading experience.”


Affaire de Coeur

AFTER CAROLINE

“Harrowing good fun. Readers will shiver and shudder.”


Publishers Weekly

“Kay Hooper has crafted another solid story to keep readers enthralled until the last page is turned.”


Booklist

“Kay Hooper comes through with thrills, chills, and plenty of romance, this time with an energetic murder mystery with a clever twist. The suspense is sustained admirably right up to the very end.”


Kirkus Reviews

BANTAM BOOKS BY KAY HOOPER

The Bishop Trilogies
Stealing Shadows
Hiding in the Shadows
Out of the Shadows

Touching Evil
Whisper of Evil
Sense of Evil

Hunting Fear
Chill of Fear
Sleeping with Fear

Blood Dreams
Blood Sins

The Quinn Novels
Once a Thief
Always a Thief

Romantic Suspense
Amanda
After Caroline
Finding Laura
Haunting Rachel

Classic Fantasy and Romance
On Wings of Magic
The Wizard of Seattle
My Guardian Angel
(anthology)
Yours to Keep
(anthology)
Golden Threads
Something Different
Pepper’s Way
C.J.’s Fate
The Haunting of Josie
Illegal Possession
If There Be Dragons
Rebel Waltz

For Linda

PROLOGUE

S
HE ADJUSTED THE
straps of the backpack absently and stared at the glass doors leading into the terminal. For a fleeting moment, she wanted badly to take a ship instead of a plane, but stoically she controlled her fear.

Squaring her shoulders, she walked forward. Just inside the terminal was a tall man. He detached himself from the crowd he blended with so well and fell quietly and smoothly into step beside her.

“Matt wants to see you.”

She smiled wryly to herself as she halted and stood scanning the arrival and departure monitors. “I want to see him, too.”

“The jet’s this way.”

They walked side by side through the busy terminal: a small, slight young woman dressed in faded jeans and a workshirt and a tall but otherwise undistinguished-looking middle-aged man who was dressed casually but with an indefinable air of affluence.

“You’re looking well, Alex,” she said.

“So are you.”

If there was any censure in his calm, level voice, only the girl’s sharp and experienced ears could have detected it. And she did detect it, for she grimaced faintly. She said nothing as they left the building and crossed the tarmac toward a gleaming Lear jet.

Then, suddenly, she said, “The credit card in Wanganui.”

Her companion had no apparent difficulty in deciphering this cryptic statement. “You purchased
some clothing and a backpack, and told the shopkeeper you were heading for Auckland. We’ve been here for three weeks.”

She nodded slightly. “A mistake on my part, but I didn’t have any cash.”

“Fortunately for Matt.”

She made no answer to that but climbed aboard the jet. She nodded to the pilot and copilot, both familiar faces; slung her backpack onto an extra chair in the luxurious cabin, and silently strapped herself into her seat. Alex just as silently followed suit as the pilots went forward to the cockpit.

“Why didn’t you call Matt?”

“At first because I couldn’t.” She gazed out the window, no expression on her lovely face. “Later … well, I don’t know why I didn’t call him later.”

“He’s been half out of his mind.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that.”

He was silent for a moment. “You’ve changed.”

“Have I?” She thought about that for a while, her hands gripping the armrests rather fiercely as the jet lifted into the air; that one sign of tension
disappeared, though, when the aircraft had leveled off. Then she smiled and murmured as if to herself. “I didn’t change.”

He looked at her quickly, sharply. And what he saw disquieted him, almost unnerved him. She had always seemed to him a flower, lovely and fragile, with no ability to live outside the pampered world so lovingly provided for her. He wondered what Matt was going to make of her. Sun-browned and reed slim, she was no longer the delicate creature her life had made her. Her step held the springiness of strong muscles, her movements the unthinking grace of a dancer or athlete. There was cool self-possession in her lovely face and restless energy in her silver-gray eyes. Even her voice had changed from soft and sweet to low and husky. Finally he said, “We’ll be home soon.” She gave him an unreadable look. “Will we?” There didn’t seem to be anything he could say to that.

ONE

S
HE WAS EXTRAORDINARY.
Compelling. Exquisite. Waves of smoldering sensuality emanated from her striking silvery eyes and slender body to hold the audience spellbound. Her sequined gown was a shimmering silver, molding to her like a second skin: the bare flesh it revealed was tanned a smooth gold. Her thick, shining ebony hair hung about her shoulders in a living curtain of darkness. And her voice … throaty, sensual, filled with an odd defiant yearning, endowing the words of the song with a
wild plea that touched every person in the audience. Women, old and young alike, felt their throats constrict and eyes fill with tears as the passionate words seemed to rise from their own deepest selves. And men of all ages felt their hearts thudding dully in their ears, conscious of a desperate desire to go out and slay dragons ….

The man standing in the wings felt the compulsion toward heroic deeds, felt his heart pounding fiercely. A distant part of his mind marveled silently at the effect of the woman and the woman’s voice. In little less than a year, she’d won over popular music fans throughout the country. The world, her manager had mentioned casually, happily, was next.

Travis Foxx, standing next to that manager now was conscious of a dozen questions he wanted to ask. But he listened, instead, to a voice rich with a woman’s passion and to words that stripped that woman’s soul naked as she sang of the dearth of heroes.

“Isn’t she something?” Philip Saunders asked cheerfully, clearly expecting a positive response.

Travis reluctantly pulled his gaze from the stage as Saber Duncan instantly went into another song, barely giving the stunned audience time to applaud. “Yes. Yes, she’s certainly something.” Travis’s resonant voice added coolly, “But is she the same woman who released a couple of—in all honesty—forgettable songs just about two years ago?”

Saunders blinked, then laughed. “You’ve heard the rumors, I see.”

“That perhaps she isn’t Saber Duncan at all, but a ringer brought in by Mosaic Records? I’ve heard. And now I wonder.” With an effort Travis closed his ears to that enchanting voice scant feet away, focusing his attention on the man at his side. “I heard those forgettable songs when the records were released. And that voice wasn’t the one I’m hearing tonight.”

“You’re so sure of that?”

Travis ignored the mild question. “That voice was as sweet as honey and just as bland. No power. Certainly no passion. And I have copies of the studio photos released to the press then. That Saber
was a girl, a hothouse flower with the dew still on its petals.”

“Nice imagery,” Saunders murmured, clearly amused.

He was ignored again.
“This
Saber”—Travis gestured toward the performer onstage—“is part jungle cat and part siren. And her voice holds more power, more raw passion, then I’ve heard from a performer in fifteen years.” He lifted an eyebrow at the smiling manager. “Such a change in a single year? Sorry, Saunders, but I’m having a hard time swallowing that.”

“Hence the book?” Saunders questioned dryly.

Travis turned his gaze back to the stage, his eyes drawn like a lodestone to the woman pouring her heart out so compellingly. “That’s partly the reason,” he answered honestly. “I’ve never written a biography before, as I told you ….”

“But you want to write hers.” Saunders filled in the sudden silence between them with wry words. “Well, I warned you. Saber’s a very, very private person. I honestly think she’ll refuse to authorize you to write about her.”

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