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ANYWHERE SHE RUNS
"Anywhere She Runs is fast-paced, action-packed suspense, the way romantic suspense is supposed to be. Webb crafts a tight plot, a kick-butt heroine, a sexy hero with a past and a mystery as dark as the black water at night." Romantic Times BOOKReviews
"This book balances suspense, romance, and drama in just the right measures. Just when you think you know where the plot is headed, there is a twist or turn that makes you want to keep reading. Let’s hope there are more Adeline Cooper mysteries to come!" Affaire de Coeur
"Anywhere She Runs is a spine tingling romantic suspense—a gripping tale from the pen of the talented Debra Webb. She doesn’t disappoint. With good storytelling and a hot romance, Anywhere She Runs will grab readers and not let go until the last terrifying page." Romance Reviews Today
"Ms. Webb brings us another edge of your seat story. The inaction between the hero and heroine is very believable. The amount of suspense and romance is just right. This story had me hooked from the first page and did not let up until the end." Night Owl Reviews
EVERYWHERE SHE TURNS
“Romantic suspense at its best.”—New York Times bestselling author Erica Spindler
“Plenty of twists, turns, and surprises to keep the reader guessing until the very end.”—RomanceJunkieReviews.com
“Ms. Webb brings us another edge-of-your-seat story. Just when you think you know the who, what, when and why, something else pops up to change your mind. The amount of suspense and romance is a perfect balance…Be on the look out for Detective Adeline Cooper.”—Night Owl Romance
“Exhilarating...Fans will relish this one-sitting, chilling thriller.”—Harriet Klausner
“Webb does a superb job of creating white knuckle suspense [and] raw tension.” —ReadertoReader.com
A Cosmopolitan “Red Hot Read” of the Month
“Skillfully managing a big cast, Webb keeps the suspense teasingly taut, dropping clues and red herrings on after another on her way to a chilling conclusion.”—Publishers Weekly
“A steamy, provocative novel with deep, deadly secrets guaranteed to be worthy of your time.”—Fresh Fiction
“Traceless is a riveting entanglement of intrigue, secrets, and passions that had me racing to its breathless end. I loved this book!”—Karen Rose, author of Die for Me
“Traceless is a well-crafted and engrossing thriller. Debra Webb has crafted a fine, twisting thriller to be savored and enjoyed.”—Heather Graham, New York Times bestselling author of The Dead Room
“The talented Webb has built a wide fan base that should be thrilled with her vengeful and chilling new tale.”—Romantic Times BOOKreviews
“Betrayal, secrets, lies and passion lead to murder in a small town…Traceless is a breathtaking romantic suspense that grabs the reader from the beginning and doesn’t let up. Riveting.”—New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan
“A complex plot and an eerily compelling villain make this fast-paced chiller an outstanding reading. Take a deep breath and enjoy!” —Romantic Times BOOKreviews (4.5 stars)
“Webb’s tale reeks of corruption and deadly manipulation—an impressive brew!” —Romantic Times BOOKreviews
“Faceless teased and taunted me until I stayed up all night reading, only to be stunned by the astounding ending. This is a blockbuster thriller screaming to be told in the movie theater, and I'd be the first person in line for a ticket. A Perfect 10 you're sure to enjoy!” —Romance Reviews Today
Read an Excerpt
Sunday, December 17, 8:42 P.M.
“Jingle bell . . . jingle bell . . . jingle bell rock.”
Danny Jamison lay in bed and hummed the Christmas song. He didn’t know all the words, but he liked this one a lot.
His mommy had told him at breakfast this morning that in just eight more days it would be Christmas. Another good thing about today was that it was the last day of school for two whole weeks. The paper ornament he had been working on at school was on the Christmas tree. Pretty soon his mom would put some presents with his name on them under the tree so he could try and guess what was inside.
But the bestest part of all was the stories she told him every night. Some of the stories were about the elves and the reindeers. His favorite one was about how good little boys always got what they wished the hardest for at Christmas.
But she hadn’t come to his room to tell him a story tonight.
His dad was in one of his moods.
More of the yelling made Danny put his hands over his ears. He didn’t like when his mommy and daddy had fights. Tonight was scarier than ever before. His daddy was screaming real loud. Saying the meanest things. Meaner than the other times when he yelled.
“I told you not to let this happen! Goddamn you!”
Danny pressed his hands harder against his ears, but he could still hear his mommy crying and his daddy yelling. His daddy didn’t like yelling. He told Danny so. It was always his mom’s fault. She messed up too much. Just like his grandparents. That was why Danny hid sometimes when he went to their house. Then he didn’t have to hear the yelling when they got mad at his daddy.
He wished he had a place to hide now. But his dad had warned Danny never to hide from him . . . for any reason.
“Now look what you’ve done! You’ve ruined everything!”
Danny tried to block the bad words his dad kept yelling by singing along with the Christmaas music on the radio. “ ‘Jingle bell . . . jingle bell . . .’ ”
His mommy screamed. Danny burrowed deeper under the covers but he could still hear her crying . . . crying and begging for his dad to please stop. Danny felt bad for her even if she had messed up again.
“There will be no princess in this house!” his dad shouted.
Something crashed. Sounded like glass. It was the same sound the kitchen window made when his baseball went through it last summer. His dad had been real mad about that, too.
The screaming and the crying stopped.
Danny dragged his hands from his ears. He lay still for a moment and listened to make sure it was really over.
No more screaming. No more crying. Just the Christmas music.
“Jingle bell time is a swell time . . .”
Maybe if his mommy had fixed everything she would come tell him a story now.
“. . . to rock the night away . . .”
His bedroom door flew open, banged against the wall.
Danny bit his lips together to keep from crying out as his daddy jerked the covers off him. He didn’t want his dad to be mad at him, too. He was supposed to be asleep.
“You should be asleep by now, son.”
His daddy sat down on the side of the bed. Danny tried not to shake or to cry for his mommy. That would only make his daddy more upset. Danny told his mouth to smile but his lips just kept shaking like he was cold.
“Don’t be afraid, son.”
His daddy smiled at him, but the smile looked funny with that red stuff smeared on his face. Why would his daddy have ketchup on his face?
“You don’t have to worry about anything, son,” his daddy promised. “No princess will ever take your place.”
Excerpted from Anywhere She Runs by .
Copyright © 2010 by Debra Webb.
Published in May 2010 by St. Martin’s Press.
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