Fair Warning. Hannah Alexander

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      Critical Praise for

       HANNAH ALEXANDER’S

       Hideaway Novels

      GRAVE RISK

      “The latest in Alexander’s Hideaway series is filled with mystery and intrigue. Readers familiar with the series will appreciate how the author keeps the characters fresh and appealing.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      FAIR WARNING

      “The plot is interesting and the resolution filled with action.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      LAST RESORT

      “The third novel in Alexander’s Hideaway romantic suspense series (after the Christy Award-winning Hideaway and Safe Haven) is a gripping tale with sympathetic characters that will draw readers into its web. The kidnapped Clarissa’s inner dialogue may remind some of Alice Sebold’s The Lovely Bones.”

      —Library Journal

      SAFE HAVEN

      “Safe Haven has an excellent plot. I was hooked from the first page and felt like I was riding a roller coaster until the last. Ms. Alexander’s three protagonists kept my adrenaline-racing. But Fawn stole the show—who could resist a sixteen-year-old running for her life? This writer is a crowd pleaser.”

      —Rendezvous

      HIDEAWAY

      “Genuine humor and an interesting cast of characters keep the story perking along…and there are a few surprises…an enjoyable read.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      Fair Warning

      Hannah Alexander

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      In loving memory of June James,

       born July 16, 1922, passed on to heaven

       January 29, 2005. Aunt June was filled with

       the life and laughter that inspired

       the character of Ginger Carpenter.

      Acknowledgments

      Joan Marlow Golan, executive editor of Steeple Hill, runs a tight ship and is a constant encourager. This attitude infects the rest of her staff, and we are the ones who benefit. We appreciate you all!

      Also going above and beyond the call of duty yet again is Lorene Cook, mom extraordinaire, who supports, encourages, runs errands and markets like a pro. Thanks, Mom.

      Thanks to retired Battalion Chief Fred Baugher, who knows fire and doesn’t mind his niece picking his brain from time to time.

      Thanks to Captain Powell of Branson Police Department for great information about the station and protocol.

      Thanks to Susan May Warren, fellow novelist and former missionary to Russia, who gave us some great insights.

      Thanks to Barbara Warren for your word-slashing ability, and to Jackie Bolton for personal insights.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter One

       W illow Traynor’s eyes opened to the blackness of deep night as the noise and flash of an overbusy dream receded into the mist of her subconscious.

      She held her breath as her eyes adjusted to the square edges of the dresser across the room, the dim reflection of light in the mirror, the ghostly drift of gauzy white curtains above the heat register. Something had awakened her.

      She knew the dream had not been a nightmare, because in the past two years it seemed as if nightmares had become her constant companions. She would have recognized the aftereffects. She didn’t feel them now—no racing heart, no night sweats, no rush of relief upon waking to discover that she was still alive.

      Something else, then. A noise? Perhaps a passing car, or a boat on the lake? The neighbors in the apartment complex? Sometimes the two little Jameson girls got rambunctious late at night, and Mrs. Bartholomew in the unit next door called to complain.

      Willow sat up and peered toward the small digital numbers СКАЧАТЬ