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Only A Whisper
Mills & Boon Intrigue series brings you stories filled with secrets & seduction...What words had he whispered?
Called in the night to transcribe the bedridden confession of a dying man, federal agent Rae Phillips lost her heart to a voice in the darkness, a hero whose face she never saw
What secrets did she keep?
Two years later, everyone from that night had disappeared, and Rae is hostage to a captor as mysterious as he is seductive. A man whose face remains in shadow but whose voice is hauntingly familiar His titillating touch gives Rae one choice: Betray everything she believes in or her heart.
Called in the night to transcribe the bedridden confession of a dying man, federal agent Rae Phillips lost her heart to a voice in the darkness, a hero whose face she never saw
What secrets did she keep?
Two years later, everyone from that night had disappeared, and Rae is hostage to a captor as mysterious as he is seductive. A man whose face remains in shadow but whose voice is hauntingly familiar His titillating touch gives Rae one choice: Betray everything she believes in or her heart.
266 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 1996
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About the author
Gayle Wilson
150 books86 followersGayle Wilson is a two-time RITA® Award winner, taking home the RITA® Award for Best Romantic Suspense Novel in 2000 and for Best Romantic Novella in 2004. In addition to twice winning the prestigious RITA® Award, Gayle’s books have garnered more than 50 other awards and nominations, including most recently the Daphne du Maurier Award for the Best Single Title Romantic Suspense of 2008, awarded to Victim, her latest novel from MIRA.
Gayle holds a master’s degree in secondary education, with additional certification in the education of the gifted. Although her specialty was teaching honors and gifted students, as a former high school history and English teacher, she taught everything from remedial reading to Shakespeare—and loved every minute she spent in the classroom.
Gayle was on the board of directors of Romance Writers of America for four years. In 2006 she served as the president of RWA, the largest genre-writers’ organization in the world.
Gayle has written 41 novels and four novellas for Harlequin Enterprises, including works for Harlequin Historicals, Harlequin Intrigue, Special Releases, HQN Books, MIRA, and Mills & Boon.
Gayle holds a master’s degree in secondary education, with additional certification in the education of the gifted. Although her specialty was teaching honors and gifted students, as a former high school history and English teacher, she taught everything from remedial reading to Shakespeare—and loved every minute she spent in the classroom.
Gayle was on the board of directors of Romance Writers of America for four years. In 2006 she served as the president of RWA, the largest genre-writers’ organization in the world.
Gayle has written 41 novels and four novellas for Harlequin Enterprises, including works for Harlequin Historicals, Harlequin Intrigue, Special Releases, HQN Books, MIRA, and Mills & Boon.
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April 13, 2014
HOLY SMOKES!!!! A BIG FUCK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO MADE ME PICK UP THIS MESS.
There are just two words to describe my displeasure- Rae Phillips. The most useless, biggest dumb-wit in the history of all agents recruited by the FBI. Seriously. She could be the biggest fucking liability ever. Why? because she wants to fuck a man who has abducted her, held her hostage blindfolded, and who is probably responsible for the murder/disappearance of two of her mentors/seniors.
Before 10%-
'Rae wondered what the almost-indiscernible pause signified. That was something she had learned from her father. Use every clue, every facial twitch, every vocal nuance. Listen with your brain, not your ears.'
What I thought-
So there's Rae, always observing, always alert and she has a photographic memory and stores all this information in her brain surely to be put to use later.
Reality-
She’s just a pretender who thinks she's awesome cuz she can; all this thinking is done in her infinitesimally small brain(exaggeration, i know *eye roll*)
Then this
'Rae was grateful for the lack of details. She could only guess what the courier had suffered. She knew that even with her experience she was probably incapable of imagining the full extent of the damage the cartels committed without a moment’s thought.'
What I thought-
Oh, cool this woman has probably faced a lot of gore and so, is averse to dealing with any more of that..
Reality-
I do know' alright, that there are field agents and there are those behind the desk. But how the fuck is a woman who dropped-out-of-law-school-to-become-a-cop so emotionally fragile????
Case in point, although, thanks to her line of work she has to be more curios than that (And miss air-head isn't. Cuz she's beautiful, delicate.. and other fucking adjectives one would use to describe a vase of china) anyways, since she didn't bother to find out the extent of grievous bodily harm a drug cartel could cause to a traitor from one among them she would have no idea what to expect yet she feels very sorry for the guy and having never met him pre-assignment here's this(the setting- she's interviewing the guy in the dark, she can't see him and only his voice is his presence here):
'“You’re tired,” he said in his beautiful Spanish.
“We can rest. Ask them to bring you coffee.” The hoarseness of the whisper attested to his own exhaustion, and she felt emotion again tighten her throat and prickle behind her eyelids. He was concerned for her. It broke her resolve so that finally she turned toward him in the darkness.
Perhaps her eyes had stared at the screen too long, but in the dimness she could see nothing of the man on the bed.
“No.” The denial was harsh, and then, more softly, pleading with her, he whispered,
“Please.”
She turned back to the screen, feeling tears threaten again. Rae Phillips never cried. She lived in a world of men who expected the same level of control from her that they themselves exercised and, right or wrong, it was what she expected of herself. She swallowed the lump that had been building and lowered her head. If she could not control the burning tears, she would not let him see them fall. She would not weaken him by exposing her pain for him.
“Don’t,” he said, revealing that he knew the struggle she was undergoing.
“It’s all right.”'
REALLY???
How can she have so much feels for this stranger if she doesn't cry. ever. And not since she became an FBI agent????
And this too-
‘ “Will you tell me your name?” he asked softly.
It was against every instinct, every tenet of training she had been given, but like the water, she thought, What can it possibly hurt?
What can it matter?
“Rae.” She breathed the single syllable into the light from the screen.
Her slight smile was a reaction not to his confusion but to the number of times she had answered the question through the years.
“Not the man’s name. R-a-e,” she spelled.
“I was named for my grandmother,” she explained, the smile growing with the memory.
“A good Biblical name. Rachel. But my father had wanted a boy, and Rae was what I ended up. You can’t imagine the confusion it’s caused through the years. “
He said nothing else, although she waited, and finally when he spoke, it was not a response to that personal revelation.
“Read back to me the last.”
“Of course,” she whispered. Together they picked up the thread of the detailed lists he had memorized. A freak memory, Hardesty had said.'
This is her conversation with the guy who is on the verge of death, and who holds the information to bring down a drug cartel and lets face it-the biggest thing that will ever happen in her joke-of-a-career.
What i thought- Oh, maybe she's softenin him up. Playing good cop? understandin cop?
Reality- I don't know about the dying man, but she's emotionally vested in the conversation. DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!!!!!!!!!
About 50%-
His lips explored that valley, feeling her heart beneath his mouth like a frightened animal’s.
“If I take this off, querida, there’s no turning back. I won’t be able to let you go. Not now. Are you sure, my heart?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to think of anything but how much she wanted him.
“In spite of everything?” he asked, his lips moving over her breast to circle and tease. She could feel the heat of his breath tantalizing the nipple through the thin material. She wanted his mouth against her skin. Over her. Wanted the sweet pressure, wet and so hot.
“I’ve fought this from the beginning,” she answered, her voice husky with need.
“I’m not strong enough to fight you anymore. I don’t even want to.”'
The above conversation is between her and the guy who's held her hostage.
add this too-
'“I want you. I want you to make love to me.”'
' “Stay with me,” she begged.'
' “Tonight. Even if that’s all we ever have,” she said, destroying her own pride, and uncaring that she exposed her feelings to him.
“Stay with me. Hold me. Prove to me that you don’t care anything about me, that you can walk away as easily as you say.”
“Games, querida? I don’t play games. If I stay with you, I’ll make love to you. Under my conditions. And if I decide it’s best, I’ll walk away from you in the morning and never
see you again. That’s all I can offer you. Is that what you want?”
“This is driving me crazy. I don’t know why I care about you, but I do. And it’s not just… I know you’ll think this is insane, but it’s like I know you. Like I’ve known you all my life. As if I recognized that you were… someone I cared about. From the first night you touched me. It should have been wrong that your hands were on my body, but it was right. I felt that. I wanted them there. I knew you.”
She could hear the desperation in her voice, the plea for his understanding of something that, even to her, made no sense.
“You don’t know me. Not even now,” he said quietly.
“Don’t go,” she begged.
“Stay with me. Under your conditions. Under any conditions. Just don’t go.” '
No, even now she isn't playing it. She's really emotionally invested.
Oh and she's a racist-
'“I know. I’m just not your type. Too skinny and headstrong. You’d probably like ‘em weak and willing. Barefoot and pregnant. Luckily I don’t qualify. Have a safe trip. Diego and I will get on like a house afire, I’m sure. I’ll even work on not thinking too harshly of you and your countrymen. I’ll block all I know about ‘you people’ from my mind. You’ve been so charming. Enough to turn a girl’s head from all those misconceptions. I can’t imagine where people get the idea that you’re brutal and dishonest.”
“It comes with the territory. Either you’re on the map with a less-than-noble reputation or nobody knows your name. Nobody asks you to the dance.”'
Let's come to THE PRICK-
God forbid if i couldn't make the connection and realize that it is the same dying guy Rae felt insta-love with. And yes, you would have too, after reading the last excerpt.
The horny bastard(also paranoid pervert) thinks he's a charmer-
“So beautiful,” he whispered again.
“Do you like his hands on your breasts, my beautiful traitor?”
“Do they respond to him as they are responding now to me?” he murmured.
“Do your breasts peak for him like this, querida? Does he kiss you there?”
“You’re a very experienced man. My body responded to that experience.”
“Does that mean that you are experienced, too? How many men have touched you as I did? For how many of them have your breasts lifted and your skin flushed under their lips? Do you like making love or does your body lie about how much it wants to be loved?”
“Will you miss me, querida?”
“Games, querida? I don’t play games. If I stay with you, I’ll make love to you. Under my conditions. And if I decide it’s best, I’ll walk away from you in the morning and never
see you again. That’s all I can offer you. Is that what you want?”
“What’s wrong, querida? Is this what you want?” She could hear the tender teasing in his voice. His hand trailed tantalizingly down her stomach and then between her legs, which fell apart involuntarily, anticipating.
“So wet,” he whispered hoarsely, the teasing gone.
“So wet for me.”
“You were created for this,” he whispered, his lips moving against her throat.
“You were made for me, to fit together. You knew it with your mind. Now let your body know me, too. Relax, my heart. Relax. Love me. Take me. All of me.”
So the only significant result for the story of the whole episode is Rae's falling in insta-love with a stranger even before she meets him. The author comfortably neglects anything to do with the actual drug ring.
Hence, there's nothing of the thriller that I imagined, all the characters are fucked up psychos and let's not even talk about the big hole where there had to be a plot. At 50% you gotta have something to hold onto...
What pisses me off about such books is how the authors romanticize situations like abduction, rape and other unfortunate events. It's as though it is destined that the woman and her Mr.right(not so much anymore, ha!) are bound to come together like this. So beware, such things will always have you end up with a ring on your finger and you must give yourbody absolute best to snare that guy.
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There are just two words to describe my displeasure- Rae Phillips. The most useless, biggest dumb-wit in the history of all agents recruited by the FBI. Seriously. She could be the biggest fucking liability ever. Why? because she wants to fuck a man who has abducted her, held her hostage blindfolded, and who is probably responsible for the murder/disappearance of two of her mentors/seniors.
Before 10%-
'Rae wondered what the almost-indiscernible pause signified. That was something she had learned from her father. Use every clue, every facial twitch, every vocal nuance. Listen with your brain, not your ears.'
What I thought-
So there's Rae, always observing, always alert and she has a photographic memory and stores all this information in her brain surely to be put to use later.
Reality-
She’s just a pretender who thinks she's awesome cuz she can; all this thinking is done in her infinitesimally small brain(exaggeration, i know *eye roll*)
Then this
'Rae was grateful for the lack of details. She could only guess what the courier had suffered. She knew that even with her experience she was probably incapable of imagining the full extent of the damage the cartels committed without a moment’s thought.'
What I thought-
Oh, cool this woman has probably faced a lot of gore and so, is averse to dealing with any more of that..
Reality-
I do know' alright, that there are field agents and there are those behind the desk. But how the fuck is a woman who dropped-out-of-law-school-to-become-a-cop so emotionally fragile????
Case in point, although, thanks to her line of work she has to be more curios than that (And miss air-head isn't. Cuz she's beautiful, delicate.. and other fucking adjectives one would use to describe a vase of china) anyways, since she didn't bother to find out the extent of grievous bodily harm a drug cartel could cause to a traitor from one among them she would have no idea what to expect yet she feels very sorry for the guy and having never met him pre-assignment here's this(the setting- she's interviewing the guy in the dark, she can't see him and only his voice is his presence here):
'“You’re tired,” he said in his beautiful Spanish.
“We can rest. Ask them to bring you coffee.” The hoarseness of the whisper attested to his own exhaustion, and she felt emotion again tighten her throat and prickle behind her eyelids. He was concerned for her. It broke her resolve so that finally she turned toward him in the darkness.
Perhaps her eyes had stared at the screen too long, but in the dimness she could see nothing of the man on the bed.
“No.” The denial was harsh, and then, more softly, pleading with her, he whispered,
“Please.”
She turned back to the screen, feeling tears threaten again. Rae Phillips never cried. She lived in a world of men who expected the same level of control from her that they themselves exercised and, right or wrong, it was what she expected of herself. She swallowed the lump that had been building and lowered her head. If she could not control the burning tears, she would not let him see them fall. She would not weaken him by exposing her pain for him.
“Don’t,” he said, revealing that he knew the struggle she was undergoing.
“It’s all right.”'
REALLY???
How can she have so much feels for this stranger if she doesn't cry. ever. And not since she became an FBI agent????
And this too-
‘ “Will you tell me your name?” he asked softly.
It was against every instinct, every tenet of training she had been given, but like the water, she thought, What can it possibly hurt?
What can it matter?
“Rae.” She breathed the single syllable into the light from the screen.
Her slight smile was a reaction not to his confusion but to the number of times she had answered the question through the years.
“Not the man’s name. R-a-e,” she spelled.
“I was named for my grandmother,” she explained, the smile growing with the memory.
“A good Biblical name. Rachel. But my father had wanted a boy, and Rae was what I ended up. You can’t imagine the confusion it’s caused through the years. “
He said nothing else, although she waited, and finally when he spoke, it was not a response to that personal revelation.
“Read back to me the last.”
“Of course,” she whispered. Together they picked up the thread of the detailed lists he had memorized. A freak memory, Hardesty had said.'
This is her conversation with the guy who is on the verge of death, and who holds the information to bring down a drug cartel and lets face it-the biggest thing that will ever happen in her joke-of-a-career.
What i thought- Oh, maybe she's softenin him up. Playing good cop? understandin cop?
Reality- I don't know about the dying man, but she's emotionally vested in the conversation. DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!!!!!!!!!
About 50%-
His lips explored that valley, feeling her heart beneath his mouth like a frightened animal’s.
“If I take this off, querida, there’s no turning back. I won’t be able to let you go. Not now. Are you sure, my heart?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to think of anything but how much she wanted him.
“In spite of everything?” he asked, his lips moving over her breast to circle and tease. She could feel the heat of his breath tantalizing the nipple through the thin material. She wanted his mouth against her skin. Over her. Wanted the sweet pressure, wet and so hot.
“I’ve fought this from the beginning,” she answered, her voice husky with need.
“I’m not strong enough to fight you anymore. I don’t even want to.”'
The above conversation is between her and the guy who's held her hostage.
add this too-
'“I want you. I want you to make love to me.”'
' “Stay with me,” she begged.'
' “Tonight. Even if that’s all we ever have,” she said, destroying her own pride, and uncaring that she exposed her feelings to him.
“Stay with me. Hold me. Prove to me that you don’t care anything about me, that you can walk away as easily as you say.”
“Games, querida? I don’t play games. If I stay with you, I’ll make love to you. Under my conditions. And if I decide it’s best, I’ll walk away from you in the morning and never
see you again. That’s all I can offer you. Is that what you want?”
“This is driving me crazy. I don’t know why I care about you, but I do. And it’s not just… I know you’ll think this is insane, but it’s like I know you. Like I’ve known you all my life. As if I recognized that you were… someone I cared about. From the first night you touched me. It should have been wrong that your hands were on my body, but it was right. I felt that. I wanted them there. I knew you.”
She could hear the desperation in her voice, the plea for his understanding of something that, even to her, made no sense.
“You don’t know me. Not even now,” he said quietly.
“Don’t go,” she begged.
“Stay with me. Under your conditions. Under any conditions. Just don’t go.” '
No, even now she isn't playing it. She's really emotionally invested.
Oh and she's a racist-
'“I know. I’m just not your type. Too skinny and headstrong. You’d probably like ‘em weak and willing. Barefoot and pregnant. Luckily I don’t qualify. Have a safe trip. Diego and I will get on like a house afire, I’m sure. I’ll even work on not thinking too harshly of you and your countrymen. I’ll block all I know about ‘you people’ from my mind. You’ve been so charming. Enough to turn a girl’s head from all those misconceptions. I can’t imagine where people get the idea that you’re brutal and dishonest.”
“It comes with the territory. Either you’re on the map with a less-than-noble reputation or nobody knows your name. Nobody asks you to the dance.”'
Let's come to THE PRICK-
God forbid if i couldn't make the connection and realize that it is the same dying guy Rae felt insta-love with. And yes, you would have too, after reading the last excerpt.
The horny bastard(also paranoid pervert) thinks he's a charmer-
“So beautiful,” he whispered again.
“Do you like his hands on your breasts, my beautiful traitor?”
“Do they respond to him as they are responding now to me?” he murmured.
“Do your breasts peak for him like this, querida? Does he kiss you there?”
“You’re a very experienced man. My body responded to that experience.”
“Does that mean that you are experienced, too? How many men have touched you as I did? For how many of them have your breasts lifted and your skin flushed under their lips? Do you like making love or does your body lie about how much it wants to be loved?”
“Will you miss me, querida?”
“Games, querida? I don’t play games. If I stay with you, I’ll make love to you. Under my conditions. And if I decide it’s best, I’ll walk away from you in the morning and never
see you again. That’s all I can offer you. Is that what you want?”
“What’s wrong, querida? Is this what you want?” She could hear the tender teasing in his voice. His hand trailed tantalizingly down her stomach and then between her legs, which fell apart involuntarily, anticipating.
“So wet,” he whispered hoarsely, the teasing gone.
“So wet for me.”
“You were created for this,” he whispered, his lips moving against her throat.
“You were made for me, to fit together. You knew it with your mind. Now let your body know me, too. Relax, my heart. Relax. Love me. Take me. All of me.”
So the only significant result
Hence, there's nothing of the thriller that I imagined, all the characters are fucked up psychos and let's not even talk about the big hole where there had to be a plot. At 50% you gotta have something to hold onto...
What pisses me off about such books is how the authors romanticize situations like abduction, rape and other unfortunate events. It's as though it is destined that the woman and her Mr.right(not so much anymore, ha!) are bound to come together like this. So beware, such things will always have you end up with a ring on your finger and you must give your
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August 1, 2014
I picked this book from my TBR pile to read last night. I meant to read a chapter, maybe two, before I went to sleep for the night. Instead, I read the whole book! I could not put it down! This is one of those books where the suspense pulls you deep into the story that you keep turning the pages to find out what happens next. I loved it!
I don't want to give away any spoilers, so I won't discuss too much about what happens in the story. Let the reader found out for themselves. I will say that Ms. Wilson's writing is some of the best I've ever read. In the past, I've preferred her historical romances, but after reading this book, she's convinced me that her skill with writing romances in a contemporary setting are just as strong. She has a wonderful talent!
Most of the story is told through the viewpoint of the heroine, Rae Phillips, a woman assigned to a task force that is part of an attempt to bring down a Colombian cartel. In order to do that, she is called one night to record the information of a courier who was tortured by the cartel. Because of his horrific wounds, he prefers she not see him, so she records what he whispers in the dark. She admires this man who clings to life long enough to help them bring down those evil drug lords. Several years later, members of her team are being murdered one by one. Then Rae is kidnapped and kept blindfolded while her captor asks her questions concerning that night with the dying man. He wants to know who among her team knew the man's name. But, Rae refuses to give this any information about that night or her co-workers. She only looks for escape before she, too, is tortured and killed.
Rae is a strong woman, and very emotional, relying deeply on her wits and intuition. The hero, who remains nameless and faceless until near the end of the book, is a complicated man who sacrifices himself for love and duty for his family and for his love of this woman. This is a hero no reader can forget!
There were many parts where I cried during this emotional love story, so I recommend keeping the tissues nearby. Even near the end, I was afraid these two characters would be pulled apart forever. Knowing that romances all but guarantee a HEA didn't calm the tension I felt while reading this story. I desperately needed to know if these two found their peace, happiness and love.
After learning all the secrets of these characters and their story, I'm keeping this book on my bookshelf to re-read. I have to read it again in the near future. Even a day after reading it, my mind is still with the story. The characters have yet to let me go. And because I enjoy Gayle Wilson's writing so much, I'm seriously thinking about digging out my boxes of books that I've packed away in my closet (oh, if only I had the space in my house for bookshelves to line the walls!) to find her other books I've read. I've got a hunger for her writing! Love it!
I don't want to give away any spoilers, so I won't discuss too much about what happens in the story. Let the reader found out for themselves. I will say that Ms. Wilson's writing is some of the best I've ever read. In the past, I've preferred her historical romances, but after reading this book, she's convinced me that her skill with writing romances in a contemporary setting are just as strong. She has a wonderful talent!
Most of the story is told through the viewpoint of the heroine, Rae Phillips, a woman assigned to a task force that is part of an attempt to bring down a Colombian cartel. In order to do that, she is called one night to record the information of a courier who was tortured by the cartel. Because of his horrific wounds, he prefers she not see him, so she records what he whispers in the dark. She admires this man who clings to life long enough to help them bring down those evil drug lords. Several years later, members of her team are being murdered one by one. Then Rae is kidnapped and kept blindfolded while her captor asks her questions concerning that night with the dying man. He wants to know who among her team knew the man's name. But, Rae refuses to give this any information about that night or her co-workers. She only looks for escape before she, too, is tortured and killed.
Rae is a strong woman, and very emotional, relying deeply on her wits and intuition. The hero, who remains nameless and faceless until near the end of the book, is a complicated man who sacrifices himself for love and duty for his family and for his love of this woman. This is a hero no reader can forget!
There were many parts where I cried during this emotional love story, so I recommend keeping the tissues nearby. Even near the end, I was afraid these two characters would be pulled apart forever. Knowing that romances all but guarantee a HEA didn't calm the tension I felt while reading this story. I desperately needed to know if these two found their peace, happiness and love.
After learning all the secrets of these characters and their story, I'm keeping this book on my bookshelf to re-read. I have to read it again in the near future. Even a day after reading it, my mind is still with the story. The characters have yet to let me go. And because I enjoy Gayle Wilson's writing so much, I'm seriously thinking about digging out my boxes of books that I've packed away in my closet (oh, if only I had the space in my house for bookshelves to line the walls!) to find her other books I've read. I've got a hunger for her writing! Love it!
July 14, 2019
5 Stars! ~ Rae is a Federal Agent and she's called in the night to go to a warehouse and take the deposition from a dying man. She's not allowed to see his face, and his voice is but a whisper from the torture his enemies have put him through. This deposition takes hours and Rae is horribly aware that the man is suffering. She's been told the man died later that night. As time passes, they use the information to bring down the kingpins in the Colombian drug cartel. And now two years later the members of that special task force are disappearing. Rae is taken into captivity by a man who wants details of that night so long ago. She's never allowed to see her captor, but there is something about him that draws her.
I think it's obvious who the mystery captor is pretty much from the beginning. Rae mistakes her captor as being from the cartel and so she torn between her growing love for him and her sense of justice. Her captor's identity isn't revealed until almost the end of the book, but we do get a very good sense of him. His code of honor is strong, and it's obvious how much he comes to care for Rae.
This is a very good book. One you won't want to put down until the very last page!
I think it's obvious who the mystery captor is pretty much from the beginning. Rae mistakes her captor as being from the cartel and so she torn between her growing love for him and her sense of justice. Her captor's identity isn't revealed until almost the end of the book, but we do get a very good sense of him. His code of honor is strong, and it's obvious how much he comes to care for Rae.
This is a very good book. One you won't want to put down until the very last page!
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
January 12, 2015
I was surprised at the depth of the story since it's first publisher was Harlequin. I look forward to reading more from this author.
November 13, 2018
Love this story, one of the 90's best
Great story. One I have read many times over the years. Yes
Great story, one I have read many times over the years.
Great story. One I have read many times over the years. Yes
Great story, one I have read many times over the years.
January 24, 2024
Although well-written and fast-paced, the plot seemed a little forced and made me somewhat uncomfortable for long stretches of time. It took a while to realize that Rae was a cop. I thought she was a sort of secretary to a special task force until someone actually called her a cop, and even then, I thought they had misjudged her position. She just didn't think like a cop. Most of the book was enjoyable, however, and I had no difficulty finishing it.
August 17, 2020
Love this book!
I’ve read this book twice in a row now, love it. Is now one of my favorite books among my other favorite books.
I’ve read this book twice in a row now, love it. Is now one of my favorite books among my other favorite books.
January 4, 2013
Gayle Wilson's books are usually pretty solid, and this one is no exception. It didn't make me pang as much as many other books, but the plot hangs together, and she keeps up the suspense in ways that make me -- someone who much prefers the romantic parts -- engaged.
The full reveal of the hero's issues comes pretty late in the book, but he's still appealing throughout.
The full reveal of the hero's issues comes pretty late in the book, but he's still appealing throughout.
October 1, 2013
Wow! Gayle Wilson is a terrific writer, and this book is so memorable. I could not put it down! This is a true suspense and mystery. The heroine, Rachel, is held captive by an unseen man whom she begins to fall in love with. The captor's identity is only revealed near the end. This book was more of a 4.5. The ending took too long, but everything else was great.
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