Brown-Eyed Girl [NOOK Book]

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"Certain to delight readers everywhere" (Romantic Times), award-winning author Mariah Stewart expertly blends tantalizing romance and thrilling intrigue for a life-affirming novel about the healing power of love....

As co-owner and features editor of a popular magazine, Leah McDevitt loves exploring exotic locales while she tracks fashion and social trends across the globe. Yet despite her devotion to her fast-paced career, Leah is haunted by ...
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"Certain to delight readers everywhere" (Romantic Times), award-winning author Mariah Stewart expertly blends tantalizing romance and thrilling intrigue for a life-affirming novel about the healing power of love....

As co-owner and features editor of a popular magazine, Leah McDevitt loves exploring exotic locales while she tracks fashion and social trends across the globe. Yet despite her devotion to her fast-paced career, Leah is haunted by the memory of her cherished younger sister Melissa, who years ago disappeared without a trace. So when convicted serial killer Raymond Lambert contacts her, Leah is more than willing to pay him the long-standing reward for information leading to the recovery of Melissa's body.

But before Lambert can turn over all his information, he himself is killed. Devastated but determined to finally uncover the truth, Leah heads to the Maine woods to seek out Ethan Sanger, the author of a book about Lambert. A private investigator, Ethan had written the killer's story in exchange for yet another of Lambert's terrible secrets. Working together to discover the truth about Melissa's disappearance, Leah and Ethan come to realize that even amid the ashes of tragedy, love can bloom. But someone harboring secrets of his own is about to enter their lives...someone who knows more about Leah than he should...someone who won't be satisfied until his own deadly game is played out.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781451633078
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 11/16/2010
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 73,608
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Mariah Stewart
Mariah Stewart is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of thirty-one novels and three novellas and has been featured in The Wall Street Journal. She is a RITA finalist in romantic suspense and the recipient of the Award of Excellence for contemporary romance, a RIO Award for excellence in women's fiction, and a Reviewers Choice Award from Romantic Times Magazine. A three-time winner of the Golden Leaf Award presented by the New Jersey Romance Writers, Stewart was recently awarded their Lifetime Achievement Award
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Chapter One

The drone from the tired engine hummed through the small plane like a lullaby made weary from infinite repetition. Leah McDevitt shifted slightly in the narrow seat, clutching the worn brown leather portfolio to her chest and smiling even in her sleep. Dreaming, no doubt, of the expression on her cousin Catherine's face when she saw the article Leah would deliver for the May issue of Trends, the bimonthly magazine they had inherited from their uncle eight years earlier.

Pragmatic Catherine, the heir to the majority of shares as well as Uncle Harry's business sense and his position as editor-in-chief, had long since proven herself a worthy successor. Leah, having been born with a healthy dose of wanderlust and a freewheeling, creative spirit, was delighted to have been given carte blanche in the features department, where she had seemingly endless opportunities to travel, permitting her to acquire a firsthand knowledge of exotic cultures and explore new vistas, much of which would eventually grace the pages of Trends in one form or another.

Leah's current project, photos plus text, had taken her on a jaunt to trace the use of tattoos -- a current hot fashion trend -- through antiquity. From Egypt to Greece to Turkey, she'd been fascinated by her finds and hoped that her readers would be also. In a museum in Greece, there had been fourth- and fifth-century Greek vase paintings that depicted women with strategically placed tattoos intended to accentuate their muscular physiques. The designs -- vines, geometrics, spirals, and animals -- were almost contemporary in nature, and she could barely wait to see the color photos she'd taken. She'd learned that throughout the ages, tattoos had served to mark prisoners of war and slaves in some cultures just as frequently as they were used as symbols of beauty and wealth in others. The tiny tattoo of an owl on a modern youth might be chosen to symbolize wisdom. The ancient Athenians, however, used it to mark the foreheads of their prisoners of war.

Leah yawned and opened her eyes momentarily, snippets of the article already floating around in her head, eager now to get home and work her notes into their final form before deciding on her next venture. The silver jewelry she'd seen in the marketplace in Turkey had been lovely enough to tempt her to return, and the fabrics she had purchased in Bulgaria -- along with the attar of roses the country was known for -- had caught and held her imagination. Perhaps an article about Eastern European crafts? Then again, there had been those ancient adobes in the American southwest...

Leah shifted again to ease the weight on her left hip and leaned her head against the window. They'd be in Amsterdam soon, then on to New York. She had yet to decide whether she'd go straight to the country house in Connecticut -- little more than a cabin, really -- or to the brownstone in Manhattan, another bequest from Uncle Harry, she shared with Catherine. Knowing she had at least a dozen more hours before she'd have to make the decision, she covered her yawning mouth with her hand and permitted herself to drift back to sleep.

It was almost two in the morning when Leah collected her luggage and began to make her way through JFK Airport. Well rested after having spent so much of her time sleeping on the plane, she was looking forward to writing her article. Once outside, she spotted the car she'd arranged to pick her up and opted to go straight downtown to the office, rather than to the townhouse where she would more than likely awaken Catherine upon arrival.

The lobby of the narrow, weathered brick six-story Dean Building was well lit, the guard at the horseshoe-shaped front desk clearly visible from the street. The car pulled up in front, bringing the guard to the front door to investigate, one hand on his cell phone. Leah waved as she climbed out of the backseat, and, recognizing her, the guard unlocked the front door.

"I wasn't expecting anyone. It's late for anyone to be out." He said this almost accusingly, as if irritated to be taken from the warmth of the lobby on such a frigid night.

"I should have thought to call you, Frank. I'm sorry." Leah flashed him her best smile. "I'm just back from my trip and thought I'd stop in and do a little work, since I slept through most of my flight."

"I have coffee on in the kitchen," he offered as apology for having chastised her, however mildly he'd done so. After all, he did, in a manner of speaking, work, if not for her, then certainly for her family.

And he'd known all of them, from the Harry Dean who founded the magazine that over the years had become Trends -- it had been Milestones back then -- to Harry's children, Sally, Harry, Jr., and Anna, all gone now, Harry, Jr., having outlived Sally by a year, Anna by many more. As Harry, Jr., had no children of his own, the magazine had passed into the hands of his nieces, his only living relatives, upon his death.

This new generation was surely different, Frank shook his head imperceptibly. That a young lady would show up at a Manhattan office building in the middle of the night to work! Certainly, Leah's mother, Sally, would never have done such a thing, but then, kids today, he rolled his eyes.

"Coffee sounds great. I'll grab a cup on the way up. Thanks, Frank." She rolled her wheeled suitcase close to the desk. "I'll just leave this here, if you don't mind. No sense in hauling it upstairs."

"I'll take care of it for you," Frank said, tucking the suitcase closer to the area behind the desk. "It'll be right here when you want it."

Leah ducked into the small room, no larger than a closet, and helped herself to a Styrofoam cup that she filled with dark fragrant liquid. Day or night, one could always find a good cup of coffee in the lobby of the Dean Building, if one knew where to look. She sipped at it appreciatively, tucked the leather portfolio under one arm, and hoisted her travel bag over her shoulder before heading to the elevators. She touched the arrow pointing upward with her one free finger and the doors slid open immediately, as if awaiting her pleasure. Leaning forward to tap the button for the fifth floor, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored wall.

In baggy khaki pants and a navy pea jacket, her dark hair tucked behind her ears and held back with a loose ribbon, her face bare of makeup, Leah looked younger than her thirty years. The large canvas travel bag over her left shoulder weighed her down, and she listed slightly to one side to compensate for its weight. She looked more like a graduate student returning from a vacation than the features editor of a popular magazine returning from a business trip.

Leah stepped off the elevator onto a well-carpeted floor and followed the silent hallway to her office. Unlocking the door and turning on the light, she sighed when she saw the mountain of mail that awaited her attention.

Well, it will all have to wait just a little longer, Leah thought as she dropped her bag on the floor and turned on her computer. Pushing the stack of envelopes aside, she pulled her notes out of the brown leather folder and spread them out upon her desk. Slipping into her chair, she toed off her shoes as she sipped pensively at her coffee, her opening line already formed and at her fingertips. She set the cup down and began to type, her thoughts clicking along as smoothly and efficiently as a commuter train. Later she would download the photos she had taken and begin the process of deciding which to use.

Three hours later, as the sun was just beginning to rise, Leah rolled her chair back from her desk and read the copy for the tenth time, changing a word here, a phrase there, also for the tenth time. Rubbing the back of her neck she decided that what she had was a good first draft. Achy and stiff from sitting so long in the same position, she rose and, after a series of stretching exercises, went into the small bathroom to the left of her office where she splashed cool water on her face. Still patting her skin dry with a pale blue towel, she rummaged in the small refrigerator near her desk in search of a cold bottle of spring water. Finding one near the back behind a container of long-expired peach yogurt, she sat back down at her desk, refreshed and, she figured, good for at least another hour or so.

Leah was determined to finish the article and leave it on Catherine's desk so that it would be there when her cousin arrived for work. Which should be soon, she realized after glancing at her watch. Catherine was an early riser and could be found at her desk most mornings by seven o'clock.

Maybe one more read-through, maybe just a little more polish, Leah thought, hitting the print icon on her computer.

Leah preferred to do her editing on paper rather than on the computer screen. As she stood up and leaned forward to reach the pages that slid quietly from her printer, she knocked over the pile of mail and memos she had previously shoved aside. Cursing softly, she knelt down to pick them up.

Carolyn, her ever-efficient assistant, had put little sticky notes on just about every item in the stack.

"Proofs for the beach-bum article" was printed neatly on one. "Call Mr. Allen in production on this piece...he says it's too long," read another. "This woman called three times but wouldn't tell me what she wanted" was noted on one of the pink telephone messages. "This is marked P & C, so I didn't open it" sat upon a plain white envelope on which her name and address were neatly printed in blue ink.

Dropping everything else to the side of her desk, she slipped one finger under the partially opened flap on the back of the envelope marked personal and confidential.

"Damn," she muttered as the paper sliced into her finger, causing a thin line of red to emerge. "I hate paper cuts."

Leah stuck the bleeding finger into her mouth and pulled the cheap white paper from the envelope, snapping it slightly to open it flat.

It took several readings before she understood the message. Even then, she did not -- could not -- believe what she was seeing. Her knees weak, she dropped into her chair and, with shaking hands, read it over yet again.

And then she began to cry.

"Dear Ms. McDevitt," Catherine read aloud from the letter a white-faced Leah had met her with before she'd even managed to welcome her cousin home or open her office door. "I saw you on that television show, the one about missing persons. I know where your sister is. Does this mean I get the reward? Signed, Raymond Lambert."

Catherine's eyes had widened with every word. Finally, she looked up at Leah and said, "It's another hoax, honey. You know it is. Just like the others have all been."

"Cath, the others weren't from Raymond Lambert."

"And you don't know that this one is." The letter rattled slightly as Catherine waved her hand. "It's possible that someone else wrote it. Anyone could use his name."

"Sure. Anyone on death row at the Robert Orville Johnson Correction Center down there in Warehamville, Texas, could be using his name."

"That's right."

"Catherine, you do know who Raymond Lambert is, don't you?"

"Yes. Of course."

One of America's most notorious serial killers, Raymond Lambert was currently on death row awaiting a lethal injection that three other states also would love to administer. Texas had earned the right, however, by virtue of the fact that they'd caught him first and tried and sentenced him even before his long trail of homicides had been unraveled.

Catherine tossed the letter onto her desk and sat down, her bottom jaw clenched.

"There's never been any connection between Melissa's disappearance and Raymond Lambert, Leah. Through all the trials, and all the hoopla over this guy, all of his confessions, he's never mentioned her name." Catherine spoke as if she was thinking aloud. "He -- or someone else -- is simply playing with you. Didn't the host of that television show ask you if the reward was still available?"

Leah nodded.

"And you said something like, 'The reward will stand until we find out what happened to my sister.' That's pretty much what you said, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Sweetie, fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money. People have told much bigger lies for a whole lot less."

Leah pulled a high-back leather chair close to her cousin's desk and sat down, her elbows resting on the highly polished desktop, and studied Catherine's finely boned face. Catherine's blue eyes had darkened and narrowed with concern, her mouth had been drawn into a tight, controlled line.

Catherine Connor had not risen to the top of her field by losing her head even under the most emotional circumstances. Calculated where Leah was spontaneous, precise where Leah might be impulsive, Catherine managed the magazine in the same manner in which she managed her life. There was no room in either for anything that wasn't concrete, factual. This letter was obviously a hoax as far as Catherine was concerned and, as such, merited no more of her time.

"What if he really knows, Cat?" Leah asked softly.

"He doesn't." Catherine rolled the letter up into a ball and tossed it in the direction of the trash can.

She missed. The paper ball rolled slightly to the left and bounced off the wall.

"Leah, I'm so sorry. God knows that I would do anything in this world to find Melissa. But I don't believe for one second that this guy is doing anything but pulling your chain. If I recall correctly, he was known to enjoy torturing people. Don't be another one of his victims, Lee."

"All these years, I've wanted to believe that she was out there, somewhere." Leah looked across the desk at Catherine with eyes that were suddenly very weary. "Everyone thinks I'm crazy to believe that she could still be alive. Maybe I am -- "

"Of course you're not, sweetie," Catherine's response was quick and certain. "There are thousands of stories about people who had been missing forever showing up unexpectedly years later. As long as you and I believe she could still come home, does it matter what anyone else thinks?"

The phone buzzed rudely.

"Yes?" Catherine asked of her secretary.

"Ellen Petersen is on the line."

"Thank you." Catherine turned back to Leah, her voice softening. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I have to take this call. If I thought there was any chance that Lambert knew anything about Melissa's disappearance, I'd be on the first plane to Texas. But he doesn't. Let it go."

Leah rose without responding, pushing herself out of her chair with heavy hands and walking to the door on leaden feet. The balled-up letter lay near the door, and she bent down to pick it up.

Crushing it within her fisted hand, she returned to her office and looked out the window, her mind abuzz with a million thoughts that careened off each other like tiny bumper cars.

Finally she buzzed Carolyn.

"Carolyn, please call archives and get me everything -- I mean everything -- you can get your hands on about Raymond Lambert."

"Raymond Lambert? The serial killer Raymond Lambert?" the young woman asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

"When will you need it?"

"As soon as possible. As much as you can find, as quickly as you can get it."

"Sure thing, Leah," Carolyn replied. "I'll get right on it."

Leah released the crumpled paper from her fist and spread it out on the desk. The printing was small and precise. No superfluous curls or flourishes. Even the message was clear and to the point.

I know where your sister is. Does this mean I get the reward?

Copyright © 2000 by Marti Robb
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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2000

    This is a wolderful book.

    Maria Stewart has the capability to grab your interest and not let go until the very end, this book really pulled me in and made me feel as if I was living their experiences with them. She is very detailed and easy to follow. All I can say is if you enjoy reading, then this book is perfect to curl up in front of a fire and lose yourself in.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2000

    Wonderful suspense and romance!! Watch out Mary Higgins Clark!

    I LOVE Mary Higgins Clark and this lady writes very similar. Wonderful reading!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2000

    One the All Time Best.

    Brown Eyed Girl is one of the very best mysteries I have read in a long time. Ms. Stuart done an excellent job on writing this book. I am looking forward to reading reading more of her books.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Tight romantic suspense

    After an overseas assignment researching historical information on tattoos, magazine article writer Leah McDevitt returns to her Manhattan office. Among the pile of mail is a personal letter from death row inmate Raymond ¿The Vagabond Killer¿ Lambert. The notorious serial killer claims to have pertinent information pertaining to Leah¿s missing sister Melissa, who vanished without trace seven years ago. Through the FBI, Leah meets the cherubic-faced Raymond. Though feeling sick, she cuts a deal with him in which she will pay him $50,000 in exchange for Melissa¿s burial site. However, before Raymond reveals his information, another convict kills him. <P>A desperate Leah travels to Maine to meet arson expert Ethan Sanger, who wrote the definitive book on Raymond. She pleads with the reluctant Ethan to allow her to read his notes and listen to his tapes. However, Ethan remains haunted by his intimacy with the evil that forced him to barter the return of his murdered wife¿s remains in exchange for writing the book. Still, he wants to help Leah with her need for closure. As they work together, they fall in love, but though Raymond is dead, another evil being stalks the duo. <P>BROWN-EYED GIRL is a fantastic romantic suspense novel that focuses on the need for closure when tragedy occurs to a loved one. The support cast adds dimension, especially Ethan¿s relatives and the malevolent Raymond, while the lead couple is a delightful pair. Mariah Stewart proves she belongs to the sub-genre elite who knows how to entertain their audience. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2000

    Romantic Suspense at its Best!!!!

    From the pen of the talented Mariah Stewart comes a sensational tale of suspense guaranteed to keep readers on the edge of their seat. Leah McDevitt, features editor of a popular magazine, has just returned home from an overseas assignment when she receives a chilling note from convicted serial killer Raymond Lambert, inferring he knows the whereabouts of her sister Melissa. Melissa has been missing for seven years and now Lambert is asking if he is eligible for the reward. Discovering Lambert is scheduled to be executed in less than two months, Leah makes arrangements to meet him in prison ¿ hoping for additional information as to the whereabouts of her sister. After a brief, somewhat evasive meeting with Lambert, Leah agrees to wire half the reward money to him and at that time he will reveal more details. Before she can contact Lambert again he is killed. A devastated Leah retreats to the security and comfort of her family¿s Connecticut cabin. While there, she discovers there¿s someone else who might have some clues about Melissa ¿ Ethan Sanger, the author of a true-crime novel chronicling Lambert¿s heinous crimes. Desperate for information, Leah travels to the remote Maine lodge where Sanger lives with his father and teenage daughter, Holly. Ethan is very protective of Holly ¿ especially since her mother was brutally murdered when Holly was just a toddler. Murdered at the hands of the notorious Raymond Lambert. Ethan has dozens of audiotapes and several notebooks full of notes taken during his interviews with Lambert. Leah wonders if there is something Ethan may have overlooked which might reveal what happened to Melissa. Ethan reluctantly agrees to help Leah in her pursuit of answers even though he realizes the horrible memories he will be forced to relive. As they listen to the madman Lambert detailing his shocking crimes, Ethan and Leah slowly build trust and a mutual attraction. Just when it seems they will find the happiness they so deserve, it becomes apparent that some one wants Leah dead as well. In the tradition of such best-selling suspense authors as Sandra Brown and Tami Hoag, Mariah Stewart crafts a mesmerizing tale. Even in this very suspenseful story, Stewart does not overlook the romance between Ethan and Leah. Brown-Eyed Girl will keep readers turning pages into the wee hours of the morning. The pace never slows as the story reaches its exciting climax and a shocking conclusion. There are very few authors can compare to Stewart as she deftly unfolds a story. The world of romantic suspense has a new rising star and her name is Mariah Stewart.

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