Behind Closed Doors. Tara Quinn Taylor

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      Praise for the novels of

      TARA TAYLOR QUINN

      “Character-driven suspense at its best with rapid-fire pacing that makes you feel as if the pages are turning themselves. I inhaled it in two sittings.”

      —Hallie Ephron, author of Writing and Selling Your Mystery Novel, on In Plain Sight

      “Powerful, controversial and beautifully paced, this chilling, riveting tale frightens because its dangers hit much closer to home.”

      —Bette-Lee Fox, Library Journal, on In Plain Sight

      “Lisa Jackson fans will fall hard for Quinn’s unique ability to explore edgy subjects with mesmerizing style.”

      —BookReporter.com on In Plain Sight

      “Slick, sexy and fast-paced, Quinn’s latest is a top-notch, topical thriller. It keeps the reader on edge from start to finish.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews on In Plain Sight

      “This story leaves no stone unturned and is deeply satisfying.”

      —The Romance Reader Connection on In Plain Sight

      “Quinn has outdone herself in her latest release. You can’t help but be pulled into the book with its intense content and compelling scenes…. A definite read for any romantic suspense fan.”

      —Romancejunkies.com on In Plain Sight

      “One of the skills that has served Quinn best is her ability to explore edgier subjects.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      Dear Reader,

      Last fall I introduced you to Janet McNeil and Simon Green—two regular folks who took up the challenge and went the distance in an attempt to bring to justice a white supremacist group that was infiltrating their neighborhood.

      Their lives were torn apart by the things they experienced and learned, and now their lives will be forever different. In the end, they saw justice done. But only on a small scale. Bobby Donahue, leader of the (fictional) Ivory Nation, escaped accountability. His organization continues to thrive.

      And now we have a victim. Two of them—Laura and Harry Kendall. An ordinary couple in Tucson, Arizona. She’s a botanist. He’s a history professor at the University of Arizona. And late one night, while they slept behind closed doors, life changed for them. Irrevocably. Forever.

      But they didn’t die. So they have a choice: either to give in to fear and become paranoid and unhappy, or to fight back. Not only to fight the outside sources of their fears—an invisible, far-reaching and eminently powerful organization—but to fight their inner demons, as well. Either battle could destroy them.

      Laura and Harry didn’t ask for what happened to them. Nor could they prevent it. They are middle-class people doing their best to be good to those around them, to love each other, and have a family. They are you and me. And then they aren’t…

      This is their story.

      Tara Taylor Quinn

      P.S. I love getting feedback from those who share my books. You can reach me at P.O. Box 13584, Mesa, Arizona 85216 or at www.tarataylorquinn.com.

      Behind Closed Doors

      Tara Taylor Quinn

      

www.mirabooks.co.uk

      For all women who have suffered abuse, physical or emotional. May we always find something to hope for, love in our hearts and the strength to fight back.

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Epilogue

       1

      Thursday, June 7, 2007, 2:03 a.m.

       Tucson, Arizona

       T he red LED lights swam, cleared, blurred again. Every muscle tense, Harry lay in bed, listening. Something had awakened him. And it wasn’t Laura. Her hand was still half clutched in his under the covers, and she slept on, despite whatever had interrupted his own sleep.

      2:04. There it was again. A sort of swishing. Not a footstep. But movement. He recognized it immediately as the sound that had just jerked him abruptly out of a dream—a dream about his botanist wife snipping bits of cactus from a garden that had appeared in the middle of their bedroom…

      The sound came again. Was it closer? Harry couldn’t tell. And he couldn’t identify it. It was like moving air. Not from the vent in the ceiling, but lower. Thinking of the unloaded pistol—inheritance from his uncle—in the back of his closet, Harry slid his hand from Laura’s, moving so slowly he almost wasn’t.

      He wanted to believe he was imagining things, but Harry wasn’t prone to an overactive imagination. Someone…or something…was in their house.

      Without disturbing Laura, he slipped one bare leg out of the covers. Then the second…

      He froze. There was a shadow on Laura’s side of the bed, the shape of a man bending down, reaching toward her. Harry’s arms shot out to grab the bastard around the neck but he was caught from behind. He bellowed in pain and rage, the sound immediately muffled by a leather-gloved hand against his mouth.

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