Deadline

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Dawson Scott is a well-respected journalist recently returned from Afghanistan. Haunted by everything he experienced, he's privately suffering from battle fatigue which is a threat to every aspect of his life. But then he gets a call from a source within the FBI. A new development has come to light in a story that began 40 years ago. It could be the BIG story of Dawson's career one in which he has a vested interest.

Soon, Dawson is covering the disappearance and presumed murder ...

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Overview

Dawson Scott is a well-respected journalist recently returned from Afghanistan. Haunted by everything he experienced, he's privately suffering from battle fatigue which is a threat to every aspect of his life. But then he gets a call from a source within the FBI. A new development has come to light in a story that began 40 years ago. It could be the BIG story of Dawson's career one in which he has a vested interest.

Soon, Dawson is covering the disappearance and presumed murder of former Marine Jeremy Wesson, the biological son of the pair of terrorists who remain on the FBI's Most Wanted list. As Dawson delves into the story, he finds himself developing feelings for Wesson's ex-wife, Amelia, and her two young sons. But when Amelia's nanny turns up dead, the case takes a stunning new turn, with Dawson himself becoming a suspect. Haunted by his own demons, Dawson takes up the chase for the notorious outlaws. . .and the secret, startling truth about himself.

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For topflight journalist Dawson Scott, the disappearance and presumed murder of a former Marine had major story possibilities. This potential front-page scoop, however, became something quite other when the nanny of the Marine's former wife is murdered and Dawson is implicated in the crime. The reporter's own growing romantic involvement with the missing man ex-spouse serves as both a complication and an impetus. One reviewer described Deadline as "both a breathtaking and heartbreaking story; one that will stay with the reader long after the book is finished." Now in mass-market paperback and NOOK Book.

Publishers Weekly
Domestic terrorism provides the backdrop for this uneven romantic thriller from bestseller Brown (Low Pressure). Dawson Scott, a veteran journalist traumatized by his work in Afghanistan, rejects the fluff piece his editor urges him to write, and instead travels to Georgia to cover the trial of Willard Strong, accused of murdering his wife and her lover, Jeremy Wessum, and feeding them to his fighting dogs. Dawson can’t resist reporting on the case after his godfather, a former FBI agent, tips him off that Wessum might be the son of a pair of famous terrorists. The journalist comes prepared for some courtroom drama, but what he’s unprepared for is falling in love with Wessum’s former wife, Amelia. The death of the nanny of Amelia’s two young sons suggests that a murderer may still be on the loose. Dawson and Amelia’s contrived, torrid love affair undermines an otherwise straightforward whodunit. Readers should be prepared for some cringe-worthy dialogue before reaching the propulsive final scenes. Agent: Maria Carvainis, Maria Carvainis Agency. (Sept.)
Kirkus Reviews
2013-09-01
A returning war correspondent covering a sensational murder case ends up with more than he bargained for. Dawson Scott has returned from Afghanistan and his job in the trenches for a national consumer news magazine, but he's greeted with a not-so-welcome surprise: His mortal enemy has become his boss. Ready to walk off the job, he instead heads off to the Savannah, Ga., area to cover a murder trial that just might be connected to a pair of famous domestic terrorists: Carl Wingert and Flora Stimel, who were caught up in a hail of bullets back in 1976 when federal and local agents surrounded the Oregon hideout of the Rangers of Righteousness. But after authorities forced their way inside, they found only five of Wingert's followers. Both Wingert and Stimel were missing. Even more worrisome was the evidence they left behind showing Flora had recently given birth. FBI agent and Dawson's godfather, Gary Headly, was present the day the pair fought their way out of the dragnet and has been on their trail since. Now he is retiring and has good reason to suspect that one of the deceased involved in the Southern murder trial, Jeremy Wesson, was the son of the murderous killers. Headly talks Dawson into covering the trial, but when Dawson travels to Georgia, he finds a lot more than a story. He also discovers Wesson's beautiful widow, Amelia Nolan, the daughter of a former congressman, and her children. While Dawson attempts to piece together what happened to Wesson, he falls for Amelia, and Jeremy's past returns to impact the present, somewhat predictably causing Dawson to go off the reservation and do something foolhardy and heroic. Brown's plot doesn't break new ground, but the veteran writer's deft characterizations and eye for detail make this a winner. Satisfying, vintage Brown storytelling.
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"DEADLINE is both a breathtaking and heartbreaking story; one that will stay with the reader long after the book is finished."
Associated Press on LETHAL
"Sandra Brown delivers a Hitchcockian thriller that reads like a bullet . . . No one is better in the genre than Brown, and she has written her best book to date."
USA Today on LETHAL
"Hair-raising . . . a perfect mix of thriller and romantic suspense."
USA Today on LOW PRESSURE
"Sandra Brown meticulously develops a stellar cast of characters, weaving them into a tense, gritty thriller that offers numerous plot twists leading to stunning revelations and a nail-biting conclusion....I'm now wondering why I waited so long to enjoy this talented author's work. I highly recommend Brown's Low Pressure. Its multilayered, intricate and suspenseful storyline is enriched with vivid descriptions and crisp dialogue. If you enjoy romantic suspense, Low Pressure is a book you'll want to read in one sitting."
From the Publisher
"Sandra Brown meticulously develops a stellar cast of characters, weaving them into a tense, gritty thriller that offers numerous plot twists leading to stunning revelations and a nail-biting conclusion....I'm now wondering why I waited so long to enjoy this talented author's work. I highly recommend Brown's Low Pressure. Its multilayered, intricate and suspenseful storyline is enriched with vivid descriptions and crisp dialogue. If you enjoy romantic suspense, Low Pressure is a book you'll want to read in one sitting."—USA Today on LOW PRESSURE

"A good old-fashioned thriller, and a winner..."—Kirkus on LOW PRESSURE

"Sexual tension fueled by mistrust between brash Denton and shy Bellamy smolders and sparks in teasing fashion throughout."—Publishers Weekly on LOW PRESSURE

"Hair-raising . . . a perfect mix of thriller and romantic suspense."—USA Today on LETHAL

"Pulse-pounding . . . a relentless pace and clever plot."—Publishers Weekly (starred review) on LETHAL

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455501519
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 9/24/2013
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 99,624
  • Product dimensions: 6.46 (w) x 9.14 (h) x 1.44 (d)

Meet the Author

Sandra Brown

Sandra Brown is the author of sixty New York Times bestsellers, including TOUGH CUSTOMER (2010), SMASH CUT (2009), SMOKE SCREEN (2008), PLAY DIRTY (2007), RICOCHET (2006), CHILL FACTOR (2005), WHITE HOT (2004), HELLO, DARKNESS (2003), THE CRUSH (2002), ENVY (2001), THE SWITCH (2000), THE ALIBI (1999), UNSPEAKABLE (1998) and FAT TUESDAY (1997), all of which have jumped onto the Times bestseller list in the number one to five spot. Brown now has over eighty million copies of her books in print worldwide, and her work has been translated into thirty-four languages.

Biography

In 1979, Sandra Brown lost her job at a television program and decided to give writing a try. She bought an armful of romance novels and writing books, set up a typewriter on a card table and wrote her first novel. Harlequin passed but Dell bit, and Brown was off and writing, publishing her works under an assortment of pseudonyms.

From such modest beginnings, Brown has evolved into multimillion publishing empire of one, the CEO of her own literary brand; she towers over the landscape of romantic fiction. Brown has used her growing clout to insist her publishers drop the bosom-and-biceps covers and has added more intricate subplots, suspense, and even unhappy endings to her work. The result: A near-constant presence on The New York Times bestsellers list. In 1992, she had three on the list at the same time, joining that exclusive club of Stephen King, Tom Clancy, J. K. Rowling, and Danielle Steel.

Her work in the mainstream realm has taken her readers into The White House, where the president's newborn dies mysteriously; the oil fields and bedrooms of a Dallas-like family dynasty; and the sexual complications surrounding an investigation into an evangelist's murder. Such inventions have made her a distinct presence in a crowded genre.

"Brown is perhaps best known now for her longer novels of romantic suspense. The basic outline for these stories has passionate love, lust, and violence playing out against a background of unraveling secrets and skeletons jumping out of family closets," wrote Barbara E. Kemp in the book Twentieth-Century Romance & Historical Writers . Kemp also praises Brown's sharp dialogue and richly detailed characters. "However, her greatest key to success is probably that she invites her readers into a fantasy world of passion, intrigue, and danger," she wrote. "They too can face the moral and emotional dilemmas of the heroine, safe in the knowledge that justice and love will prevail."

Critics give her points for nimble storytelling but are cooler to her "serviceable prose," in the words of one Publishers Weekly reviewer. Still, when writing a crack page-turner, the plot's the thing. A 1992 New York Times review placed Brown among a group of a writers "who have mastered the art of the slow tease."

Staggeringly prolific, Brown found her writing pace ground to a halt when she was given a different assignment. A magazine had asked her for an autobiographical piece, and it took her months to complete. Her life in the suburbs, though personally fulfilling, was nonetheless blander than fiction. That may be why she dives into her fiction writing with such workhorse gusto. "I love being the bad guy," she told Publishers Weekly in 1995, "simply because I was always so responsible, so predictable growing up. I made straight A's and never got into any trouble, and I still impose those standards on myself. So writing is my chance to escape and become the sleaziest, scummiest role."

When she started writing, her goal was always to break out of the parameters of romance. After about 45 romances, the woman who counts Tennessee Williams and Taylor Caldwell among her influences told The New York Times that felt she had reached a plateau. In fact, she doesn't even look at her books as romances anymore. "I think of my books now as suspense novels, usually with a love story incorporated," she said. "They're absolutely a lot harder to write than romances. They take more plotting and real character development. Each book is a stretch for me, and I try something interesting each time that males will like as well as women."

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  • "I hate to exercise and only do so because I absolutely must."

  • "I love to eat and my favorite foods are all bad for the body. Fried chicken and gravy, TexMex, red meat (hey, I'm from Texas!). My only saving grace is that I'm not that fond of sweets. Salty is my thing. Chocolate cake and ice cream I can skip. But a bag of Fritos. . ."

  • "It takes me a long time to go to sleep, usually because I read in bed and hate to put down the book. But when I do nod off, I'm a champion sleeper. I can easily do eight or nine hours a night."

  • "My worst "thing" is mean-spirited people. People who deliberately belittle or embarrass someone really irk me. The people I admire most are the ones who find something good about even the most undesirable individual. That was a quality my mother had, the one I hope most to emulate."

  • "I have a fear of gravity. Recently my whole family went to Belize. We had several adventures. We tubed a river through miles of cave, wearing head lamps so we'd have illumination. No problem. I scaled Mayan ruins. I rode horseback (on a monster named Al Capone) through the rain forest. No problem. But I couldn't zip line. Even though my five-year-old grandsons did it with glee, I just couldn't make that leap."

  • "I and my husband are huge fans of Jeopardy! We never miss it if we can help it. Does that make us complete dorks?"

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      1. Also Known As:
        Laura Jordan, Rachel Ryan and Erin St. Claire
      2. Hometown:
        Arlington, TX
      1. Date of Birth:
        March 12, 1948
      2. Place of Birth:
        Waco, Texas
      1. Education:
        Honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters, Texas Christian University, 2008
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    Deadline


    By Sandra Brown

    Grand Central Publishing

    Copyright © 2014 Sandra Brown
    All rights reserved.
    ISBN: 978-1-4555-0151-9


    CHAPTER 1

    Present day


    What's with the hair?"

    "That's how you greet a man returning from war? Nice to see you, too, Harriet."

    Dawson Scott resented her summons—no other word for it—and made his resentment plain as he took a seat, then sank down into a bona fide slouch. He propped one ankle on the opposite knee, clasped his hands over his concave stomach, and yawned, knowing full well that his attitude would crawl all over her.

    It did.

    She removed her jeweled reading glasses and dropped them onto the desk. Its polished surface symbolized her new status as "boss." His boss.

    "I've seen soldiers who just returned from Afghanistan. None looked like something a cat threw up." She gave him a scathing once-over, taking in his three-day scruff and long hair, which, since his time out of the country, had grown well past his collar.

    He placed his hand over his heart. "Ouch. And here I was about to tell you how good you look. You're carrying those extra ten pounds really well."

    She glowered but didn't say anything.

    Twiddling his thumbs, literally, he took a long, slow survey of the corner office, his gaze pausing to appreciate the panoramic view through the wide windows. By craning his neck just a bit, he could see Old Glory hanging limp atop the capitol dome. Coming back to her, he remarked, "Nice office."

    "Thank you."

    "Who'd you blow?"

    Under her breath, she cursed him. He'd heard her say those words out loud. He'd heard her shout them down the length of the conference table during editorial meetings when someone disagreed with her. Apparently with her new position came a certain restraint, which he immediately made his personal goal to crack.

    "You just can't stand it, can you?" she said, gloating smile in place. "Deal with it, Dawson. I'm above you now."

    He shuddered. "God spare me an image of that."

    Her eyes shot daggers, but she obviously had a speech prepared, and even his insulting wisecracks weren't going to rob her of the pleasure of delivering it. "I have editorial control now. Full editorial control. Which means that I have the authority to approve, amend, or decline any story ideas you submit. I also have the authority to assign you stories if you don't come up with your own. Which you haven't. Not for the two weeks since you've been back in the States."

    "I've been using up accumulated vacation days. The time off was approved."

    "By my predecessor."

    "Before you took his place."

    "I didn't take anything," she said tightly. "I earned this position."

    Dawson raised one shoulder. "Whatever, Harriet."

    But his indifference was phony. The recent corporate shakeup had measured a ten on the Richter scale of his professional future. He'd received an e-mail from a colleague before the official blanket notification went out to all NewsFront employees, and even the distance between Washington and Kabul hadn't been enough to buffer the bad news. A corporate asshole, somebody's nephew, who knew slim to none about news-magazine publishing, or news in general for that matter, had named Harriet Plummer as editor-in-chief, effective immediately.

    She was a disastrous choice for the position, first because she was more corporate animal than journalist. On any given tough editorial call, her top priority would be to protect the magazine against possible lawsuits. Stories addressing controversial topics would be watered down or canned altogether. Which, in Dawson's opinion, amounted to editorial castration.

    Secondly, she was a card-carrying ball breaker who had no leadership qualities. She harbored a scornful dislike for people in general, an even stronger antipathy toward the male of the species, and big-time loathing for Dawson Scott in particular. As humbly as possible, he recognized that her animosity was largely based on jealousy of his talent and the respect it had earned him among his colleagues at NewsFront and beyond.

    But on the day she was appointed editor-in-chief, the source of her hostility had ceased to matter. It was there, it was robust, it was enduring, and she was now in charge. That sucked. Nothing could be worse.

    Or so he'd thought.

    She said, "I'm sending you to Idaho."

    "What for?"

    "Blind balloonists."

    "Excuse me?"

    She pushed a file folder across the desk toward him. "Our researchers have done the heavy lifting for you. You can acquaint yourself with the program on the flight out there."

    "Give me a hint."

    "Some group of do-gooders started taking blind people up in hot-air balloons and showing them the ropes. So to speak."

    The cheeky add-on didn't get a smile out of Dawson, who kept his expression impassive. Leaving the folder where it lay, he asked, "And this is hard news?"

    She smiled sweetly. Or tried. On her face, coyness didn't quite work. "To the blind balloonists it is."

    Her smugness made him want to vault the desk and wrap both hands around her neck. Instead, he mentally counted to ten and looked away from her, toward the windows. Four stories below, the broad avenues of Washington, DC, baked under a midday sun.

    "Despite your belittling description of the program," he said, "I'm sure it's worthy of national notice."

    "Yet I sense a marked lack of enthusiasm on your part."

    "It's not my kind of story."

    "You're not up to it?"

    An invisible gauntlet landed on her desk alongside the untouched file. "I come up with my own stories, Harriet. You know that."

    "So come up with one." She folded her arms over her wide bosom. "Let me see that reputed genius of yours at work. I want to witness in action the writer everyone knows and loves, who's hailed as always taking a fresh approach, who writes with rare insight, who lays bare for his readers the soul of the story." She gave it a count of five. "Well?"

    With as much equanimity as possible, he unclenched his teeth and said, "I still have vacation days. At least a week's worth."

    "You've had two weeks off already."

    "Not long enough."

    "Why's that?"

    "I just returned from a war zone."

    "No one forced you to stay over there. You could have come home at any time."

    "There were too many good stories to tell."

    "Whom do you think you're kidding?" she scoffed. "You wanted to dress up and play soldier, and you did. For three quarters of a year. On the magazine's nickel. If you hadn't come home on your own when you did, I, as incoming editor- in-chief, was going to haul your ass back."

    "Careful, Harriet. Along with your dark roots, your envy is showing."

    "Envy?"

    "Nothing you wrote was ever short-listed for a Pulitzer."

    "But you've yet to be nominated for one, ergo you've never been awarded one, so big fucking deal about those rumors, which you probably started yourself. Now, I've got other things to do that are much more important." She arched a penciled eyebrow. "That is, unless you want to turn in your key to the men's restroom here and now, in which case I'm more than happy to call Bookkeeping and request your severance check."

    She paused for several seconds, and when he didn't move, she continued. "No? Then your butt is in seat eighteen-A on a flight to Boise tomorrow morning." She slapped an airline ticket on top of the research folder. "Regional jet."

    Dawson pulled to the curb in front of the neat Georgetown townhouse and cut his car's engine. Raising his hips, he fished a small bottle of pills from the pocket of his jeans, shook out a tablet, and swallowed it with a gulp from the bottle of water in the console cup holder. After recapping the pill bottle and returning it to his pocket, he flipped down the sun visor and checked his reflection in the mirror.

    He did look like something a cat threw up. A very sick cat.

    But there was nothing to be done about it. He'd been sorting through all the mail that had piled up on his desk, when he got Headly's text: Get over here. Now. Headly wasn't that imperative unless something was up.

    Dawson had left the remainder of his mail unopened, and here he was.

    He got out and made his way up the flower-lined brick walk. Eva Headly answered the doorbell. "Hello, gorgeous." He reached across the threshold and pulled her into a hug.

    A former Miss North Carolina, Eva Headly had aged admirably well. Now in her early sixties, she retained not only her beauty and shapeliness but also her dry wit and natural charm. She hugged him back, hard, then squirmed out of the embrace and slapped him none too gently on the shoulder.

    "Don't 'gorgeous' me," she said, rounding off the r to sound soft. "I'm mad at you. It's been two weeks since you got back. Why are you just now getting around to seeing us?" Her expression was laced with concern as she took him in from head to toe. "You're as thin as a rail. Didn't they feed you over there?"

    "Nothing like your Brunswick stew. And they've never heard of banana pudding."

    She motioned him into the foyer, saying, "That's what I missed most while you were gone."

    "What?" he asked.

    "Your b.s."

    He grinned, cupped her face between his hands, and kissed her on the forehead. "I missed you, too." Then he released her and tilted his head in the direction of the den. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Is he getting used to the idea yet?"

    She matched his confidential tone. "Not even close. He's been—"

    "I can hear the two of you whispering, you know. I'm not deaf." The gruff shout came from the den.

    Eva mouthed, "Be afraid."

    Dawson winked at her, then walked down the hallway in the direction of the den, where Gary Headly was waiting for him. When Dawson stepped into the familiar room, he felt an achy tug of nostalgia. Countless memories had been made here. He'd raced his Matchbox cars on the parquet floor, his mother warning him not to leave them for someone to trip over. His dad and Headly had patiently taught him how to play chess with the set on the table in the corner. Sitting with him on the sofa, Eva had coached him on how to win the attention of his sixth-grade crush. For the first time since leaving Afghanistan, he felt like he'd arrived home.

    The Headlys were his godparents and had forged a bond with him on the day he was christened. They'd taken to heart their pledge to assume guardianship of their best friends' son should the need ever arise. When his mom and dad were killed together in an auto accident while he was in college, even though he was legally an adult, his relationship with the Headlys had taken on even greater significance.

    Headly was wearing a parental scowl of disapproval as he took in Dawson's appearance. He was considerably shorter than Dawson's six feet four inches, but he exuded confidence and authority. He still had all his hair, which was barely threaded with strands of gray. A daily three-mile run and Eva's careful supervision of his diet had kept him trim. Most sixty-five-year-old men would covet the figure he cut.

    He said, "By the looks of you, it was a tough war."

    "You could say," Dawson replied. "I just had a skirmish with Harriet and barely survived it."

    As Dawson took the offered seat, Headly said, "I was referring to Afghanistan."

    "It was tough, yeah, but Harriet makes the Taliban look like pranksters."

    "How about a drink?"

    Dawson covered his slight hesitation by consulting his wristwatch. "It's a little early."

    "Five o'clock somewhere. And anyway, this is a special occasion. The prodigal has returned."

    Dawson caught the slight rebuke. "Sorry I haven't gotten over here sooner. I've had a lot to catch up on. Still do. But your text had a ring of urgency."

    "Did it?" At the built-in bar, Headly poured shots of bourbon into two glasses. He handed one of them to Dawson, then sat down facing him. He raised his glass in a toast before sipping from it. "I'm drinking more these days."

    "It's good for you."

    "Stress reliever?"

    "So they say."

    "Maybe," Headly mumbled. "At least it gives me something to look forward to each day."

    "You've got plenty to look forward to."

    "Yeah. Old age and dying."

    "Better not let Eva hear you talking like that."

    Headly grumbled something unintelligible into his tumbler as he took another sip.

    Dawson said, "Don't be so negative. Give yourself time to adjust. It's been less than a month."

    "Twenty-five days."

    "And counting, obviously." Dawson sipped the liquor. He wanted to chug it.

    "Hard to come to a dead stop after being in the Bureau all of my adult life."

    Nodding sympathetically, Dawson felt the warmth of the bourbon curling through his gut, settling his nerves, which the pill hadn't yet had time to do. "Your retirement doesn't become official until ... when?"

    "Four more weeks."

    "You had that much vacation time saved up?"

    "Yep. And I'd have just as soon sacrificed it and stayed on the job for as long as possible."

    "Use this time as a period of adjustment between your demanding career and a life of leisure."

    "Leisure," he said morosely. "Soon as my retirement is official, Eva's got us booked on a two-week cruise. Alaska."

    "Sounds nice."

    "I'd rather someone pull out my fingernails with pliers."

    "It won't be that bad."

    "Easy to say when you don't have to go. Eva's ordered me a prescription of Viagra to take along."

    "Hmm. She wants you to make up for all the nights you couldn't come home?"

    "Something like that."

    "What's the downside? Knock yourself out." Dawson raised his glass.

    Headly acknowledged the toast and, after a moment, asked, "So, how'd it go with Dragon Lady?"

    Dawson told him about the meeting and the story Harriet had assigned him.

    "Blind balloonists?"

    Dawson shrugged.

    Headly leaned against the back cushion of his chair and studied him for an uncomfortable length of time.

    Irritated by the scrutiny, Dawson said, "What? You got a comment about my hair, too?"

    "I'm more concerned about what's going on inside your head than what's growing out of it. What's the matter with you?"

    "Nothing."

    Headly just looked at him, not having to say anything.

    Dawson left his chair and moved to the window, flipping open the shutters and looking out onto the well-manicured patch of lawn. "I talked to Sarah when I passed through London."

    The Headlys's daughter was older than he, but, while growing up, the two families had spent so much time together that they'd been much like brother and sister, grudgingly caring about each other. She and her husband lived in England, where they worked for an international bank.

    "She told us you'd 'passed through' without staying long enough to go see them."

    "Flight schedule didn't allow time."

    Headly harrumphed as if he didn't accept that as a plausible excuse to forgo a visit. And it wasn't.

    "Begonias are thriving."

    "They're impatiens."

    "Oh. How's the—"

    "I asked you a question," Headly said with annoyance. "What's the problem? And don't tell me 'nothing.'"

    "I'm fine."

    "Like hell you are. I watched a zombie movie on TV last night. You'd fit right in."

    Dawson sighed over his godfather's tenacity. He didn't turn around, but he propped his shoulder against the window frame. "I'm tired is all. Spend nine months in Afghanistan—trust me, it'll wear you out. Hostile terrain. Temperature extremes. Bugs that bite. No booze. No women except for the service members, and hooking up with one of them is tricky. A good way for both partners to get into some seriously deep shit. Hardly makes getting laid worth the hassle."

    "You've had time since you got back to find an obliging lady."

    "Ah, but there's a problem with that." He closed the shutters, turned around, and grinned. "You got the last great girl."

    The levity fell flat. The worry line between Headly's thick eyebrows didn't relax.

    Dropping the pretense, Dawson returned to the chair, spread his knees, and stared at the floor.

    Headly asked, "Are you sleeping?"

    "It's getting better."

    "In other words, you're not."

    Dawson raised his head and said testily, "It's getting better. It's not easy jumping back into the thick of things, returning to an ordinary schedule."

    "Okay. I'll buy that. What else?"

    Dawson pushed back his hair. "This Harriet thing. She's gonna make my life miserable."

    "Only if you let her."

    "She's sending me to Idaho, for chrissake."

    "What have you got against Idaho?"

    "Not a damn thing. Nor do I have anything against the vision-impaired. Or hot- air balloonists. But it's not my story. It's not even my kind of story. So forgive me if I'm finding it a little hard to work up any enthusiasm for it."

    "Think you could work up some for a better story?"

    Headly hadn't asked that casually. There was substance behind the question. So, in spite of his dejection, Dawson felt a tingle of anticipation. Because Headly hadn't been only his godfather and lifelong good friend, he'd also been his invaluable and unnamed source within the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
    (Continues...)


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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 28, 2013

      I think this is the best Sandra Brown has written since Envy.  

      I think this is the best Sandra Brown has written since Envy.   Really liked the characters and dialog.  I also think this would make a great movie

      8 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted October 6, 2013

      ALL I CAN SAY IS OMG THIS WAS UNREAL!!!!  I FINISHED IT IN 2 DA


      ALL I CAN SAY IS OMG THIS WAS UNREAL!!!!  I FINISHED IT IN 2 DAYS BECAUSE I WAS NOT GOING TO BED UNTILL I FINISHED IT.
      NOW I'M MAD BECAUSE NOW I HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER ONE AS GOOD AS THIS ONE.  HAPPY READING    20 STARS

      7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 27, 2013

      Best one she has ever written.

      I could not put this one amd was sorry when it
      Was over. Would be a great movie. Sandra Brown you are the best there is! NLR in Arizona

      6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 11, 2013

      Seriously one of her best books! I haven't been a huge fan of Sa

      Seriously one of her best books! I haven't been a huge fan of Sandra's in awhile. He last few books have been "okay", but nothing I have wanted to re-read.  This books is amazing! It took me a few chapters to really get hooked, but then it grabbed me by the throat and I couldn't stop reading until I hit the last page! Get it! You won't regret!

      4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted October 2, 2013

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      This book great!!! I have read Sandra Brown's books before so


      This book great!!!


      I have read Sandra Brown's books before so I expected this to be good read but this was even better then I expected.


      This book was great from the beginning to the end. Sandra Brown keeps you on a wild Roller Coaster ride through out the entire book.In the book itself you find journalist Dawson Scott’s recent return from a tour of investigative reporting in Afghanistan. After being entrenched with the military for so long and seeing the horrors of war, he is suffering from PTSD. He is a broken and lonely man. He ends up meeting and caring for a family that he is to afraid to let into his life, Will he be able to refuse to help them? Will he be able to deny his attraction to the beautiful Amelia?



      Deadline is another great dramatic read from Sandra Brown. you will not be disappointed in this book.

      4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted October 1, 2013

      Wonderful book by Sandra Brown!!!  I couldn't put the book down

      Wonderful book by Sandra Brown!!!  I couldn't put the book down and read it in one day!!  Great Read!!  Recommend Very Highly!!!

      4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted October 25, 2013

      Loved it!

      Some great twists. Good characters. Would read it again.

      3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 22, 2013

      This was a great book

      I loved it

      3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 29, 2013

      Awesome book! Lots of surprises. Kind of book, you can't put d

      Awesome book! Lots of surprises. Kind of book, you can't put down. 5:30AM put the dog out, start the coffee, and while the house is still quiet, I'd sneak in a few minutes of reading. I really didn't care for Sandra Brown
      's last book, but this one is so good, one can hardly stand it!

      3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 26, 2013

      Its satueday.....

      I have cleaning and wash to do....on page 271... everything will have to wait..cant stop now....love all Sandra's books...this is the best..

      2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted September 29, 2013

      Sandra Brown just gets better and better! Wish the book had neve

      Sandra Brown just gets better and better! Wish the book had never ended!! AWESOME! Read in one day!!

      2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted February 10, 2014

      Great

      Wonderful book

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted January 5, 2014

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      Well. This has cemented it. I now have a book crush on Sandra Br

      Well. This has cemented it. I now have a book crush on Sandra Brown. This is THE best book from her yet. I absolutely loved it. I have read sooo many books that I can pick out most "surprises" or twists and turns but I was totally thrown for a loop!! There were so many twisties that my head was spinning.

      The depth that Dawson Scott was written with was just ... character development genius. I don't know that Brown has ever delved that deep into a character before. Now, this could be because I adored the character of Dawson Scott. But the reason I adored him was because he was almost real to me.

      I also really connected with the way that Amelia's boys were written. Most of the time, the quarrels and conversations really reminded me of our two boys. It brought a smile to my face to see such insignificant characters given as much author love as the main ones.

      Usually I have more stuff to pick apart but Brown has been at this for so long that she's got it down to a science. She probably writes in her sleep. Ugh. I wish I had something to pick apart so I could use one of my weird analogies that I've grown to love but alas, I've got nothing.

      Great book ... pick it up if you like romantic suspense!

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted November 23, 2013

      Sandra Brown at her finest

      A nice mystery with just enough romance to keep it interesting. Sandra Brown never disappoints.

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted November 17, 2013

      Best

      Loved it!!!!!!! Loved it!!!!!!! Loved it!!!!! One of her best and I've not read any of hers I have not liked. Dawson was so very likeable. So very human. You've done it again Sandra Brown. Keep it up!!!!!!

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 25, 2013

      Highly recommend

      Another winner by Sandra Brown!

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted October 24, 2013

      A real nail biter. Do the bad guys kill the woman? Do they kid

      A real nail biter.

      Do the bad guys kill the woman? Do they kidnap the kids? Is the journalist a good guy or not, maybe a little delusional? Is the FBI agent compulsive? Is the cop a jerk? Is there really a love story somewhere in there? You’ll just have to read the book. I promise all the answers will be there plus much more. I absolutely could not put this book down, I warmed up frozen food so I wouldn’t have to take time to prepare a meal. That’s pretty pathetic, but this book is really that good. Once again, Sandra Brown shows why she’s one of my favorite authors, she always delivers.

      1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 19, 2013

      Highly recommend

      I loved the book. It reminded me of how much I enjoy reading Sandra Brown novels!

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 19, 2013

      Brown's best by far!!!"

      This was hands down her absolutely best book and I have read them all!

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 18, 2013

      Great Story!!!

      I enjoyed. Different story line with mystery.

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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