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Handsome and take-charge Garrett aids Lauren in her rescue efforts, even as the steely look in his eyes seems to hide dark secrets. When a gang of escaped convicts goes on the attack, Garrett's bravery makes him more than a courageous bystander to Lauren. If they can save the ...
Handsome and take-charge Garrett aids Lauren in her rescue efforts, even as the steely look in his eyes seems to hide dark secrets. When a gang of escaped convicts goes on the attack, Garrett's bravery makes him more than a courageous bystander to Lauren. If they can save the others before time runs out, maybe, just maybe, they can explore the fire igniting between them—if the truth about who he really is doesn't pull them apart forever .
-New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks on Dangerous to Touch
"(A) high tension romantic thriller...culminating in a page-turning climax. Despite the mystery, the real tension comes from the emotional relationships, full of explosive sex and terrible secrets."
-- Publishers Weekly on Crash Into Me
"It was definitely hot. Sooo hot. Jill Sorenson is my new favorite romantic suspense author!"
-- USA TODAY bestselling author Victoria Dahl on Crash Into Me
Joe arched a brow. "I thought Alanis was working."
"We switched a couple of shifts," she said, stashing her purse and extra uniform. "I didn't feel like staying home."
"You should've gone to Vegas."
"Why would I do that?"
He fiddled with the switches on the console, avoiding her gaze. "With your girlfriends. You know. For fun."
"The bachelorette party got canceled, Joe. Just like the wedding."
That shut him up.
She didn't want to talk—or think—about her broken engagement, which was why she'd offered to cover for Alanis. Michael had called it off six months ago, before the invitations were sent but after the announcement had been made. Although she hadn't discussed most of the details with Joe, he knew they'd set the date for this weekend.
"We've got chest pain in North Park," he said, pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward the freeway on-ramp. Lauren glanced at the digital clock on the console. It was 8:01 a.m. The April sky was already so blue and bright it hurt her eyes.
Joe's lucky dashornament, a hula girl with a grass skirt, swayed her hips gently as they drove over a bump.
North Park was one of San Diego's rougher neighborhoods. Their ambulance station responded to emergencies there on a regular basis. Michael had encouraged her to transfer to a quieter location, away from the heart of the city. Lauren had refused. She loved the energy and diversity of the downtown area.
Joe gave her a sideways glance. "It's his loss, you know."
She forced a smile, touched by his words. Joe had been her partner for three years and they got along well. Maybe he was right about Michael. She wished she could say that their breakup was his fault and she was better off without him. The only thing she knew for sure was that he planned to spend the weekend with his new girlfriend in Bermuda, while she rode in an ambulance next to Joe.
At least he'd come clean with her before they'd made the worst mistake of their lives.
The ambulance continued down the crowded freeway, sirens blaring. Traffic was backed up near the interchange, as usual. Joe weaved around cars with brisk efficiency. When a man in a silver Mercedes refused to move aside, they had to squeeze by on the left shoulder.
"Jerk," she said under her breath as they passed him. Every day they encountered motorists who were too busy to pull over.
Two freeways converged at the 163 interchange, creating a chaotic tangle. Joe and Lauren were on the middle level, with roads above and below them, and multiple exit ramps on both sides. As they headed into the sea of traffic, Joe's hula girl began to do a frenetic dance on the dash.
Lauren tensed as the road stuttered beneath them.
The ambulance jumped up and crashed down hard enough to rattle her teeth. It felt as if they'd been rearended, but the impact had come from below.
And it kept coming. Their vehicle bounced like a Ping-Pong ball on the shuddering concrete.
Joe slammed on his brakes in an attempt to avoid a collision. There was no way for him to maintain control of the ambulance. It scraped along the inner wall of the underpass, sending sparks into the air.
He cranked the wheel to the right. "Shit!"
She braced herself for disaster, hanging on to the handgrip for dear life. The ambulance continued to jack-hammer violently. Beneath them, the road undulated like a sheet in the wind. It was difficult to see clearly because of the jolting motions. When a blur of yellow sailed by, she realized it was a car falling from the upper level.
"Watch out," she yelled, as if he could avoid the danger.
More vehicles careened off the top section, raining on the traffic below. The sound of crashing metal rang in her ears, accompanied by a low, ominous rumble. A tow truck landed on a minivan, crushing the inhabitants. Its gas tank exploded in a giant ball of fire.
People were dying, right before her eyes.
Joe held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. Through his window, she watched a sports car hit the guardrail and flip in the air. She looked to her right, anticipating an impact on her side of the ambulance.
Then the road shifted, sending several nearby cars spinning off the edge. A second later, the entire freeway just collapsed. With a stomach-curling groan, the middle section fell away. It buckled in half, folding across the lower levels and blocking the lanes. Vehicles smashed into each other, meeting a wall of concrete head-on.
The ambulance slid sideways and landed at the bottom of a pileup with a bone-jarring crash. Her head hit the window, cracking the glass. The seat belt caught hard against her right shoulder, and the vehicle's twin air bags deployed. Rather than a soft cushion, the safety device felt like a punch in the face.
She tasted blood and saw a blur of black lines, like the end of a film reel.
The air bags deflated quickly. Joe called her name, nudging her shoulder. His voice sounded sluggish to her ears, but she knew the situation was dire. With some difficulty, she opened her eyes and tried to focus.
It was dark. The smell of gasoline and fire overwhelmed her senses. Suppressing a gag, she blinked to clear her vision.
When she saw what was coming, she wished she hadn't.
The ambulance was trapped at the base of a large slab of concrete amidst a pile of other cars. Through Joe's window, she watched a large black SUV teeter at the top of the structure, directly above them.
There was no time to get out of the way, no hope to reverse gravity.
"Joe," she cried out, her throat raw.
But it was too late. The juggernaut rocketed toward them, smashing into the driver's side. Again, Lauren's seat belt slammed against her chest. Joe was struck full force, pinned behind the steering wheel. His door was crushed by the SuV's front grille. Blood erupted from his lips and his eyes bulged wide with pain. He slumped over, his gaze going blank as he exhaled a ragged breath.
Lauren reached out to him, choking back a sob. Safety glass crumbled inward, clinging to her uniform shirt. Having responded to a number of fatal vehicle accidents, she knew that Joe had been killed on impact. His chest wasn't moving, and he smelled like death. With trembling fingers, she felt for the pulse in his neck.
Her life didn't flash before her eyes, but his did. Joe was a beloved husband and father. His daughter was less than a year old. Just the other day, he'd shown Lauren a picture of the baby with the koalas at the zoo.
A helpless whimper escaped her as the earth continued to rumble. Debris rained down around them. The air was thick with gas fumes. She knew she couldn't stay in the ambulance. If she passed out here, she would die.
"Daddy," she croaked, though he'd been gone five years now.
At some point, the sound of grinding metal and falling concrete quieted. The shaking stopped.
Lauren didn't know what to do next. Normally crash victims were advised to stay put, and it was difficult to see through the cloud of smoke. She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't concentrate. Her heart thumped weakly in her chest.
The hula girl on the dash was gone, having toppled into places unknown, and the clock wasn't working. She checked her watch. It read 8:09. Less than ten minutes had passed since the earthquake started.
The temptation to cower in the passenger seat was hard to resist. She was afraid to face the destruction outside. Paramedics were trained to exercise caution and not risk their lives. Maybe all the people in the surrounding vehicles were dead.
There were no screams for help.
What got her moving wasn't her professional duty, or her moral code, or any urgent need to save others. It was the odor of burning flesh. She could accept dying of smoke inhalation, which would certainly come first, but the thought of her hair and skin going up in flames was too horrifying to fathom.
Along with the will to survive, she found a spark of logic. The ambulance was equipped with oxygen and fire extinguishers. Releasing her seat belt, she climbed over Joe's slumped body, into the back of the van. Pieces of equipment were hanging askew and first-aid supplies littered the space. After a moment of disorientation, she found the oxygen masks. Donning one, she sucked in a lungful of clean air.
She felt stronger. She took another breath.
There. That was better.
With a clearer head, but a heavy heart, she looked for the fire extinguisher. It had become dislodged and rolled across the floor. She also located her paramedic bag, which would be useful in the event that she found other survivors. As soon as she grasped the bag's handle, the earth started shaking again.
There was a moment of weightlessness. She felt like Alice in Wonderland, falling through the looking glass. What was up went down and what was down went up. The world seemed to be hurtling toward a steep precipice. Rather than regaining equilibrium, it toppled end over end, into chaos.
A massive wall of concrete crashed down, halving the ambulance violently. Joe, and the entire cab, was gone, crushed.
Had Lauren stayed in her seat, she'd have been obliterated. Like Joe.
The quake ended a moment later, but she couldn't control the trembling of her own body. Back-to-back near-death experiences were more than she could handle. She curled up in the fetal position and covered her head with her arms, waiting to die.
The blow she was expecting didn't come. No more chunks of debris hit the ambulance. Against all odds, she was alive.
And she wasn't alone.
A man shouted in the distance. "Hello! Can anyone hear me?"
Lauren tore the oxygen mask off her face and sat up, her pulse racing. Was she imagining things?
He spoke again. "Does anyone need help?"
To her amazement, he sounded strong. Good lung capacity. Instead of asking for assistance, he was offering it.
This man was unharmed.
Lauren took another quick breath from the oxygen tank and scrambled to her feet. The back door of the ambulance had an emergency hand release. She pulled the lever and climbed out onto the uneven pavement.
Through the haze of ash and debris, she studied her surroundings. It was worse than she'd imagined. Twisted metal, chunks of concrete and pieces of cars were scattered across the dark cavern. Several of the vehicles had no front ends, like the ambulance, others had been bisected lengthwise. Some were upside down, wheels still spinning.
The man called out again.
"Here," she yelled, framing her mouth with her hands and turning toward his voice. "over here!"
He walked out of the smoke like an apparition. Lauren had never been so relieved to see another human being in her life. Not only did he sound healthy, he looked it. His dusty T-shirt clung to a broad, well-muscled chest. He was wearing dark jeans and scuffed work boots. As he got closer, she assessed his height at six feet and his weight at two hundred. Even with ashes in his hair and dirt on his face, he was handsome.
"You're an EMT," he said, seeming amazed to see her in one piece.
"Even better." His gaze moved past her, to the contents of the overturned ambulance. Perhaps he knew that emergency personnel usually traveled in teams, but he didn't ask where her partner was.
"Garrett," he replied, returning his attention to her. He gave her body a detached study. "Are you hurt?"
Although her head ached, she said no. She was afraid he'd think her useless, despite her medical training. The navy-blue uniform she was wearing couldn't disguise her slender frame. Men had often underestimated her on the job.
He coughed into the crook of his arm, trying to clear his lungs.
She handed him the oxygen mask, which he accepted without question. While he took a few deep breaths, she grabbed her supplies. "Anyone alive that way?" she asked, indicating the path he'd taken.
His eyes watered, either from smoke irritation or the sights he'd seen. "I don't know. It's almost impassable."
They donned respirators and hard hats from the ambulance, making a tacit agreement to go the opposite direction. She adjusted her backpack. He picked up a heavy-duty flashlight. Together, they headed into the mayhem.
"Stay close," he said. "Step where I step."
Lauren let him take the lead. She wouldn't be much good to anyone if she broke her leg in the rubble. At the nearest car, Garrett bent down to check the interior. He straightened, shaking his head to indicate there were no survivors.
As they moved forward, they found more bodies. Some were trapped inside vehicles; others had been thrown clear.
Stomach churning with anxiety, she trailed behind Garrett, letting his big body guide her through the debris. He was built like a football player, wide-shouldered and fit. She felt safer with him than inside the ambulance, although she didn't trust the collapsed structure. Large, frequent aftershocks were likely.
More concrete slabs might fall and crush them yet.
They skirted around a tall pile of rubble. On the other side, a silver sedan rested upside down, its engine running. Gasoline gushed from a ruptured tank. It traveled in rivulets along the ground and trickled down into the open windows of the vehicle.
The driver appeared dead or unconscious. Her dark hair clung to her bloody forehead and her eyes were closed. Any moment, the car could go up in flames.
"Help!" a voice cried from inside.
Garrett shoved the flashlight at Lauren. "Stay back," he said, rushing toward the vehicle. He had to turn off the ignition before they could execute a safe rescue. Dropping to his belly, he reached into the closest window, which was on the driver's side, unfortunately, the slumped-over woman was blocking his access. Cursing, he pushed himself upright and raced around the rear of the vehicle.
Lauren went with him, holding the light steady but keeping her distance in case the engine blew up. When she saw a woman trying to squeeze through the passenger window, her jaw dropped.
"Help me," the woman panted, her hair wet with gasoline.
She was just a teenager, Lauren realized. She was also pregnant, near full-term. Her protruding belly wouldn't fit through the narrow space.
Showing no concern for his own life, Garrett got down on the ground and reached past her, through the passenger window. He turned off the ignition, but that didn't secure the scene. Lauren watched in horror as liquid fuel streamed toward another burning vehicle.
If she didn't act fast, everything would blow sky-high.
Posted May 23, 2013
Wow. On page 2 of Aftershock by Jill Sorenson, an 8.5 earthquake hits San Diego and our characters are trapped by a freeway collapse. The compelling action in this book is consistent all the way to the end. It kept my attention throughout. The depth of thought on the hero’s psyche is very impressive and well done.
Bottom line: really enjoyed this book and will quickly look for more by this author.
I won this book from a contest.
Posted May 16, 2013
By: Jill Sorenson
Published By: Harlequin HQN
Age Recommended: Adult
Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
Blog For: GMTA
Series: Aftershock #1
"Aftershock" by Jill Sorenson was a first in a series that kept me on the edge of my seat...I could not put it down. With its suspense and romantic edge you are kept captivated until the end. This all starts out with a horrible earthquake at hits San Diego and a paramedic Lauren Boyer is trapped under a collapsed freeway. In her search she comes across a former marine, Garrett Wright and together they form a camp with a few other survivors. Soon they become confronted by three escaped, with weapons and dangerous convicts who threaten their lives. How will this come out? Will there be something going on between Garret and Lauren romantically? The secondary characters between Owen and Penny were interesting. I found for the most part of the novel the characters were well developed and colorful. This is where I say you must pick up "Aftershock" to see how this author is able to get this delivered to the reader. Be ready for a romance with 'no hearts and flowers, hard core with convicts and a survival and death and yes, there will be hope and love within all of this despair.'
If you are in for a good read with pulse-pounding action packed you have come to the right place for "Aftershock" will give it to you and I would recommend this read.
Posted May 14, 2013
In the midst of an earthquake... at the epicenter, nearly everyone remaining was dead. Of the few still there only two thirds survive but not
without injury. This traumatic experience forces each of them face to face with themselves. Strong men and women; this battle for
survival is not for the faint of heart. Success is only possible for those who really want it and are willing to fight for what they want.
I know I will be following this author for the rest of her series.
Posted April 5, 2013
Posted March 28, 2013
Jill Sorenson is one really good author. On the paper this book had nothing to get me excited and yet... I loved it very very much. I enjoyed the secondary storyline / "romance" involving Owen and Penny just as much as I enjoyed the main one. I always do with SR books. She always includes a B story and I always get hooked instantly.
All the characters in this book were very interesting which turns out to be very frustrating... can't wait tor read the other book in this great series.
Posted January 13, 2013
I just gave 3 stars because I liked the end, but over all it was really slow and I skipped many pages. I was tired to see Lauren throwing herself at Garret all the time. I bought it because of the great reviews and was disapointted with it.
Posted January 11, 2013
I really liked this one; however, I have to say that the cover model--who I assume is supposed to be Garrett?--doesn't fit my mental image of him. At. All. Although cover guy does have lovely abs, he's not nearly big enough to be the Garrett we read descriptions of in the book. But I digress....
Jill Sorenson did a fantastic job of world-building on this one. The post-earthquake "cave" that Lauren, Garrett, and company find themselves in is very gritty, real, and terrifying. She had me believing in it 100%. I shared the horror of being trapped down there and almost believed I was right beside Lauren as she tried to save the injured and with Garrett as he tried to climb to safety. I was pretty sure I knew what Garrett's "secret" was fairly early on, and ended up being (mostly) okay with it. I could see how those particular circumstances might have occurred, and the eventual solution to his problem--though of course convenient--was still believable. The only real sticky part for me was how fast the two main characters came to the "I love you" conclusion; then again, extreme circumstances and all that. I was more than willing to give them the benefit of the doubt since I really did want them to be together. All in all, this was a pulse-pounding, action-packed read. The teaser at the end already has me looking forward to her next book, too!
Posted January 8, 2013
Not quit believable plot, but truly believable characters. Love all her books, especially like the background love stories usually about yunger people just discovering life and love. Please keep writting!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 3, 2013
Posted December 30, 2012
First book that I have read from this author and I absolutely love it. Looking forward to more from her and I am sure that they will be just as good.
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Posted December 29, 2012
This is the first book I've read by this author, and i loved it from the first page to the last. The only reason i gave it 4 stars instead of 5 is because i wish it was longer...not that it was rushed. It was just so good i didn't want it to end. It was exciting...emotional and satisfying. Highly recommended.
Posted December 20, 2012
Aftershock by Jill Sorenson
It's full of drama,action and scary. The reason its scary is it could happen anywhere anytime. Thier is also romance,heroes and bad guys. Lots of love scenes too.
When I had read the back of the book I wondered how thier could be so much when they were stuck under the freeway after a earthquake. But thier is a big area that is blocked by the 8.5 earthquake interchange in CA.
Lauren Boyer is a emergency paramedic and her partner are on the freeway when the earthquake began parts of the freeway fell. Then a big aftershock came more freeway rose and crashed and her partner was killed.
Thier was alot of death,mangled cars,fires. Lauren hears a voice asking in anyone is alive. Garrett Wright is former Irag veteran. He helps Lauren grab first aid supplies and they look for other survivors.
One of the first they find is Penny a pregnant teenager trapped in the car. Her Aunt did not make it. Penny's baby is due in two weeks.
They find a RV with grandfather Donald Creswell and his grandaughter Cadence. He has some food and water.
Thier is a guy who is in a coma, a women who is badly hurt. They find other supplies in some cars. They find two guys in the back of a pickup drinking beer along with a 3 guy who is hurt.
They stack the dead bodies in a corner covering with a tarp. That night Lauren is asleep when someone attacks her and tries to rape her. Lauren makes enough sound that Garret hears her and is beating the guy up and another guy has a gun and threatens to shoot Lauren if Garret does not let him up.
Garrett feels guilty that Lauren got hurt. He feels he should have told her that they were prisoners that escaped prison van.
That makes two groups and the prisoners have a gun and are not afraid to use it. They can't get out and all the different cell phones they found don't have service.
Thier is a lot tension and short supplies are a big worry. I did not want to put down the book till I was finshed.
I was given this ebook to read in exchange for honest reviews from Netgalley.
12/18/2012 PUB Harlequin HQN 384 pages ISBN-10: 0373777329
Posted May 10, 2013
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