Sooner or Later
A Novel
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- $89.00
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- $89.00
Descripción editorial
She saw him in the shadows. She felt him watching her. She knew he was going to get her...
The killer always left a signature on his victims...an X carved in their flesh. But he'd spent the last twenty years in a mental hospital. Long enough for the world to forget him. But not long enough for him to forget the rich old woman who had him committed--or her pretty granddaughter.
Now he's been set free.
Ellie Duveen was busy running her own restaurant and tenderly watching over her fragile grandmother. Then she met former cop Dan Cassidy, the owner of a local vineyard, and Ellie's hectic life slowed just enough to let her fall in love.
So Ellie didn't notice when police found a dead body marked with a grisly X. She only felt someone watching her. Following her. And as a terrifying secret came back from the past to haunt her, Ellie needed an ex-cop's instincts and more. She needed her own unshakable courage to outsmart a killer's deadly, twisted plan.
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Orphaned young when her parents hurtled their Bentley to the bottom of a ravine, beautiful 29-year-old Ellie Duveen becomes the focus of evil stepbrother Buck's designs to snatch her inheritance in Adler's (Now or Never) brisk ninth tale of romantic suspense. Not one to dawdle while her beloved grandmother continues to control the dwindling family fortune, resourceful Ellie operates a trendy restaurant in Santa Monica, Calif. Enter the love interest: handsome Dan Cassidy, formerly a NYPD detective and now a vintner, whose last case involved the brutal unsolved murder of a prostitute. Adler identifies Buck, recently discharged from a gothic sanitarium, as the culprit and pulses start to pound. Buck, who has the psychopath's ability to charm as well as chill, stalks Elie in rather drawn-out sequences, but when the pace finally picks up, Adler delivers an ending with punch. An exhilarating trip for those addicted to the genre, the novel may disappoint readers seeking narrative subtlety. Adler has a penchant for brand names: Aubusson carpets and Vacheron watches are de rigueur, and it seems her men never put on a shirt without a notable label or fabric. Yet even readers with a low tolerance for these foibles may find themselves drooling over the food at Ellie's restaurant, which Adler describes with mouth-watering gusto.
