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432 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1991

His bearded face never smiled … he was wearing clothes similar to those he had worn yesterday and the day before …. Old Levi’s, a faded top, boots and work gloves …. She was able to see that sweat had dampened his dense chest hair and and formed a triangle in the cloth of his top


ANGER WAS AN EMOTION. HE DIDN’T WANT TO FEEL ANY EMOTION WHERE SHE WAS CONCERNED

“Okay, I’ve been nice. I’ve been patient. But I’m up to here with this crap. I want to know what the hell is going on and why.”
“Like a cruel cliché, Neal smoked a cigarette before they left. I remember smelling the sulfur of the match and the burning tobacco.”

He slid his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back, then lowered his mouth to hers. In her surprise her breath rushed out of her mouth. He felt it against his lips, tasted it. When he did, every other thought flew right out of his head… the tip of his tongue flicked across her lips, then he pressed it into her mouth…He exercised the technique he had mastered years ago and slowly made love to her mouth. His tongue dipped into it then withdrew again and again….

Returning to her lips, he angled his head and kissed her deeper than before. Heat and lust concentrated in his loins. He groaned over the intensity of the ache the potency of the pleasure… his erection nestled in her cleft. She moaned.

“Don't ever be afraid to live. Because though dying is easy when compared to living”

The walls of the candlelit bedroom echoed soft cries of gladness, whimpers of gratification, and, eventually, sighs of repletion.

There were those who had much to atone for, and Jade would see to it that they did. The restitution she had dreamed of was within her grasp. She now had the power to make it happen.
She continued to gaze out the window, but litter of the street scene below barely registered with her. Rather, she saw the tall grass swaying in coastal marshes. She smelled pungent salt air and heady magnolias. She tasted low-country cooking. The skyscrapers were replaced by tall pines; the broad avenues became sluggishly flowing channels. She remembered how it felt to breathe air so heavy and thick that it didn't even stir the limp, gray Spanish moss that dripped from the branches of ancient live oaks.
She was going back to Palmetto. And when she got there, all hell was going to break loose.