Hawk O'Toole's Hostage

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Overview

From the one and only Sandra Brown comes a searing novel of romantic suspense. . . as a beautiful young mother falls victim to a brazen crime. . . and a seductive captor. . . .

When her divorce was finally granted, Miranda Price thought the worst was behind her.  Now she could get on with her life, far from the public scrutiny and private misery that went along with being Representative Price's wife.  But when Miranda decides to take their young son on a ...

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Overview

From the one and only Sandra Brown comes a searing novel of romantic suspense. . . as a beautiful young mother falls victim to a brazen crime. . . and a seductive captor. . . .

When her divorce was finally granted, Miranda Price thought the worst was behind her.  Now she could get on with her life, far from the public scrutiny and private misery that went along with being Representative Price's wife.  But when Miranda decides to take their young son on a vacation out West, she stumbles into a mother's worst nightmare.  Snatched off a train full of vacationing sightseers, she and her son become the captives of an enigmatic stranger.  Miranda knows she will do anything to save her child. . . even if it means fighting her own treacherous feelings for the man who holds her hostage. . . even if it means facing up to a shocking revelation that will make her question her past, her choices, and the woman she's become.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"No one understands sexual fantasy better than Sandra Brown. . . . Ms. Brown inventively blends a variety of fantasies into the fabric of her very real romance."
--Romantic Times

"Ms. Brown's larger than life heroes and heroines make you believe all the warm, wonderful, wild things in life."
--Rendezvous

Library Journal
Published in 1988 when Brown was just another budding romance novelist, and soon out of print, this tale of a kidnapper who falls for his captive is being resuscitated in hardcover.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553297515
  • Publisher: Bantam Books
  • Publication date: 11/1/1997
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 198
  • Sales rank: 729,302
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.89 (h) x 0.62 (d)

Meet the Author

Sandra Brown
Sandra Brown
Already a successful romance novelist in the 1980s, Sandra Brown struck gold when she pushed past the category’s boundaries to take chances with more intricate plotting, richer characters, and surprising plot twists. Her string of bestsellers feature strong, capable career women in extreme circumstances.

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
      2. Website:

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    Miranda fought like a wildcat. Her carefully tended nails became talons, which she would have used to claw the robber's face had she been able to reach it. As it was, his fingers had locked around her wrists like handcuffs. She was no match for his superior strength. She kicked his shins, aimed for his crotch with her knee, and was rewarded with a grunt of pain and surprise when it landed close.

    "Let my son go!"

    The man in the mask gave her a mighty push that sent her reeling backward. She landed hard on her bottom, but sprang up immediately and tackled him while he had one boot in the stirrup. Catching him off balance, she dug her shoulder into his ribs. She reached for Scott. Scott dived toward her and landed against her chest hard enough to knock the breath out of her. But she held onto him and turned, running blindly. The other bandits were all mounted. Their horses had been made nervous by the shouting. They were prancing around, kicking up clouds of dust that obscured Miranda's vision and clogged her nose and throat.

    A thousand pinpricks stabbed her scalp when the robber caught her by the hair and brought her to an abrupt standstill. "Damn you," he cursed behind his mask. "This could have been so easy." She risked letting go of Scott to reach for the bandit's mask. He caught her hand in mid-air and issued an order in a language she didn't understand. One of his men immediately materialized out of the clouds of swirling dust. "Take the boy. Let him ride with you."

    "No!"

    Scott was wrestled from Miranda's clutching hands. When the bandit's arm closed around her middle like pincers and he dragged her backward, she fought harder than ever. Digging her heels into the earth, she tried to keep sight of Scott, who was wailing in terror.

    "I'll kill you if you hurt my son."

    The bandit seemed unfazed by her threat as he mounted his horse and yanked her up with him. She was still dangling half on, half off the saddle when he spurred the horse. It danced in a tight circle before streaking off through the dense forest. The other riders followed.

    The horses' hooves thundered through the otherwise serene woods. They sped through the thick pine forest so fast that Miranda became more afraid of falling off and being trampled than she was of the kidnapper. She clutched his waist in fear that he might let go of her as they began to climb.

    Eventually the trees thinned out, but they continued to ride without breaking their speed. The terrain became more rocky. Horseshoes clattered on the rocks, which formed shelves over which they rode. Behind her she could hear Scott crying. If she, an adult, were afraid, what terror must her child be suffering?

    After about half an hour they crested a peak, and the band of riders had to reduce their pace to begin their descent of the other side of Fe mountain. When they reached the first copse of pine along the timberline, the leader slowed his mount to a walk, then came to a full stop. He pressed Miranda's waist with his arm.

    "Tell your son to stop crying."

    "Go to hell."

    "I swear, lady, I'll leave you here for the coyotes to eat," he said in a raspy voice. "You'll never be heard from again."

    "I'm not afraid of you."

    "You'll never see your son again."

    Above the mask, his eyes were icy. Hating them, Miranda reached up and yanked down the bandanna.

    She had intended to disarm him, but it was she who took a gasping breath.

    The rest of his face was as startling as his eyes. The angles were precise, as though each feature had been lined up with a ruler. His cheekbones were high and as sharp as blades, his jaw perfectly square. His lips were narrow and wide. Above them he had a long, straight nose. He continued to stare at her with open contempt.

    "Tell your son to stop crying," he repeated.

    The resolve in his voice, in his eyes, chilled her. She would fight him when it was possible to win. Now, her efforts would be futile. She wasn't a coward, but she wasn't a fool either. Swallowing her fear and her pride, she called out shakily, "Scott." When his crying didn't subside, she cleared her throat and tried again, louder this time. "Scott!"

    "Mommy?" Scott lowered his grimy hands from his red, weeping eyes and searched her out.

    "Don't cry anymore, okay, darling? These...these men aren't going to hurt us."

    "I wanna go home now."

    "I know. So do I. And we will. Shortly. But right now, don't cry, okay?"

    The small fists wiped away the remaining tears. He hiccupped a sob. "Okay. But can I ride with you? I'm scared."

    She glanced up at her captor. "May he--"

    "No." The blunt reply was made before she even finished voicing the question. Ignoring her baleful stare, he addressed his men, giving them orders so that when they urged their mounts forward again, the horse Scott was on was second in the procession. Before nudging his horse, their captor asked her curtly, "Can you ride astride?"

    "Who are you? What do you want with us? Why did you take Scott off that train?"

    "Throw your right leg over. It'll be safer and more comfortable."

    "You know who Scott is. I heard you call him by name. What do you--Oh!"

    He slid his hand between her thighs and lifted the right one over the saddle. The leather was warm against her bare skin, but that sensation was mild compared to the feel of his gloved hand on her inner thigh. Before she could recover from that, he lifted her over the pommel and wedged her between it and his open thighs. He flattened his hand against her lower body and pulled her back even farther, until she was snugly pressed against him.

    "Stop manhandling me."

    "I'm only making it safer for you to ride."

    "I don't want to ride."

    "You can get down and walk anytime, madam. It wasn't in my plan to bring you along, so if you don't like the traveling accommodations, you've no one to blame but yourself."

    "Did you think I would let you take off with my son without putting up a fight?"

    His austere face revealed no emotion. "I didn't think about you at all, Mrs. Price."

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 18, 2006

      Hawk is surprising!!

      I love Sandra Brown and her books filled with surprises and plot twists. Hawk is no different. I couldn't put it down, i read the entire thing in just a few hours!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 8, 2005

      Let that one go Hawk

      This book was 198 pages of Sexual Harrasment and Juvenile sexual references. Our heros were no more than overgrown children weaping and groping eachother at every turn. Blah

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    • Anonymous

      Posted April 21, 2003

      Excellent Book!

      This is another another great book by Sandra Brown. I absolutely loved this book. I have never read a bad book by her. The characters in the book had so much sexual tension between them. There wasn't a dull moment in the book. I read it in one night.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted February 25, 2003

      A Suspicuosly Familiar Plot . . .

      I love the romantic tales that Sandra Brown creates and her writing can be very good and this book was a good read. The only thing is that this book is similar in nearly everything to another one of her books called "HONORBOUND". It didn't bother me that both books were similar b/c both are good. You shouldn't be disappointed with this one.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted May 15, 2000

      A Brand New Fan

      This was my first book by Sandra Brown, and what a wonderful surprise! This story was full of action, suspense, and romance. She writes with feeling. I will make it my goal to read every book that she has ever written.

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