Live to See Tomorrow

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Catherine Ling is one of the CIA's most prized operatives. Raised on the unforgiving streets of Hong Kong, she was pulled into the agency at the age of fourteen, already having accumulated more insight and secrets than the most seasoned professionals in her world. If life has taught her anything, it is not to get attached, but there are two exceptions to that rule: her son Luke and her mentor Hu Chang. When Luke was kidnapped at the age of two, it nearly broke her. Now, nine years later, her son has ...
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Catherine Ling is one of the CIA's most prized operatives. Raised on the unforgiving streets of Hong Kong, she was pulled into the agency at the age of fourteen, already having accumulated more insight and secrets than the most seasoned professionals in her world. If life has taught her anything, it is not to get attached, but there are two exceptions to that rule: her son Luke and her mentor Hu Chang. When Luke was kidnapped at the age of two, it nearly broke her. Now, nine years later, her son has astonishingly been returned to her and Catherine vows never to fail him again. But when her job pulls her away from home, she relies on the brilliant and deadly Hu Chang to safeguard Luke in her absence. Now Erin Sullivan, an American journalist with mysterious ties to Hu Chang, has been kidnapped in Tibet. If Catherine doesn't agree to spearhead the CIA rescue mission, she knows that Hu Chang himself will go, a possibility she can't risk. But she will be facing a monster whose crimes stretch back forty years, always eluding the CIA. And the job grows even more complicated when Catherine meets Richard Cameron, a supposed ally who's clearly not telling all he knows. Their attraction is immediate, but Catherine isn't at all sure that he can be trusted. If she's going to rescue this journalist with a story worth killing for, she'll need to keep Cameron very close. From the treacherous landscape of the Himalayas to the twisting back alleys of San Francisco, the clock is ticking for Catherine and those she loves most. At every turn she faces a ruthless enemy who is determined to keep the truth buried, even if it means that none of them live to see tomorrow, in this novel from bestseller Iris Johansen.
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Editorial Reviews

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Praise for Live to See Tomorrow

“In a genre laden with macho, action-hero figures, Johansen’s shrewd and steely female operative is as tough as they come.” —Booklist

Praise for Silencing Eve

"Johansen brings her tautly paced trilogy to a pulse-pounding conclusion." —Booklist

Praise for Hunting Eve

"Building to a shocking conclusion, Johansen's paranormal suspense thriller will have fans of Eve's exploits clamoring for the trilogy's final installment." —Booklist

"A layered, thrilling read." —Kirkus Reviews

Praise for Taking Eve

"Superstar Johansen makes it look intriguing and suspenseful as she kicks off another trilogy within her Eve Duncan series…Johansen never misses!" —RT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars)

"Filled with intriguing twists and characters and an overarching mystery that will keep fans coming back." —Kirkus Reviews

"This is an edge-of-your-seat, nail-biting, page-turner of a book." —Night Owl Reviews

"A dynamically chilling start to a new trilogy in the ongoing Eve Duncan saga. The pulse-pounding plot…will keep readers glued to the pages with anticipation." —Fresh Fiction"Iris Johansen expertly ratchets up the suspense as the action builds to a riveting conclusion." —Publishers Weekly

Library Journal
Fans first met Catherine Ling in Chasing the Night, 11th in the Eve Duncan series. Now woman-as-weapon Catherine, a CIA operative since age 14, has been sent on a dangerous mission to rescue a woman journalist imprisoned in Tibet.
Kirkus Reviews
A female CIA superagent must protect her son, rescue a humanitarian journalist and defeat a shadowy crime kingpin. In this latest thriller from best-selling author Johansen (Silencing Eve, 2013, etc.), we're introduced to elite CIA operator Catherine Ling. Initially recruited as a teenager living on the streets of Hong Kong and a veteran of countless covert operations, Catherine is now just hoping to spend quality time with her rapidly maturing son, Luke. However, when her mentor, Hu Chang, is tapped for the job of rescuing a kidnapped journalist from a Tibetan mountain fortress, Catherine shifts from mother back to superspy. During the rescue attempt, Catherine begins a telepathic dialogue with the mysterious "Guardian," Richard Cameron. Their relationship fluctuates between an unusual series of extrasensory exchanges and a roller-coaster ride of sexual escapades. At the same time their affair is developing, Catherine and Cameron must match wits against a mysterious underworld boss who has his hands in every type of evil and will stop at nothing to grasp at power. In this story, that power takes the form of access to an unknown Shangri-La-type destination, whose location (and very existence) appears to be protected by Cameron. Along the way, the reader is treated to gratuitous action sequences (gunfights, explosions and "karate" showdowns) with dubious believability. Short on narrative details and high on lust, it seems that the novel's primary concern is building the sexual tension between its primary protagonists, only to leave the characters unsure of themselves once they are in each other's arms. High on action and sensuality but with questionable plausibility.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250053077
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 9/23/2014
  • Series: Catherine Ling Series, #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 73,265
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Iris Johansen

IRIS JOHANSEN is The New York Times bestselling author of Silencing Eve, Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Close Your Eyes, Sleep No More, What Doesn't Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing The Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder (with Roy Johansen), Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora's Daughter, Quicksand, Killer Dreams, On The Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One To Trust and more. And with her son, Roy Johansen, she has coauthored Close Your Eyes, Shadow Zone, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder.


After her two children left home for college, Iris Johansen decided to devote her new found free time to writing. Since she loved reading romance novels, she penned a love story, and found to her surprise that "I was just as voracious a writer as I was a reader." During the 1980s, her name was emblazoned on dozens of slender volumes featuring spirited adventuresses, passionate mystery men, and smoldering love scenes. These days, Johansen is one of a posse of former romance writers dominating the New York Times bestseller lists.

Early on in her career, Johansen developed the habit of following characters from book to book, sometimes introducing minor characters in one novel who then become major figures in another. She developed families, relationships, and even fictional countries in her romance novels, which "stretched the boundaries of the standard formulas," according to Barbara E. Kemp in Twentieth-Century Romance and Historical Writers. In 1991, Johansen broke out of category romance (a term for short books written to conform to the length, style and subject matter guidelines for a publisher's series) with The Wind Dancer, a romantic-suspense novel set in 16th-century Italy. She followed it with two sequels, Storm Winds and Reap the Wind, to form a trilogy, then wrote several more stand-alone romance novels before The Ugly Duckling was published in 1996.

The Ugly Duckling was her first book to be released in hardcover -- and the first to significantly broaden her readership beyond her romance fan base. Since then, Johansen's plots have gotten tighter and more suspense-driven; critics have praised her "flesh-and-blood characters, crackling dialogue and lean, suspenseful plotting" (Publishers Weekly). Some of her most popular books feature forensic sculptor Eve Duncan, who first appeared in The Face of Deception in 1998. But Johansen seems equally comfortable with male protagonists, and her books have crossed the gender division that often characterizes popular fiction. Indeed, Publishers Weekly called The Search "that rarity: a woman's novel for men."

Good To Know

Johansen rewrote the ending of Reap the Wind for its reissue in 2002. "I couldn't resist tightening and changing the climax to correspond with my changed ideas on plot structure but the story is basically the same," she explained in a Q&A on her publisher's web site.

Many of her early novels were written for the Loveswept series from Bantam Books; bestselling authors Sandra Brown and Kay Hooper also wrote for the series.

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Why didn’t she think of this city as home? Catherine Ling wondered as she looked down through the clouds from the window of the jet approaching Hong Kong. Other people would have found it strange that she had never regarded this exotic, wonderful, terrible city as her home place. She had spent her childhood here on the streets struggling, sometimes starving, always having to use her mind and wits just to stay alive. It was only when she was fourteen and had been chosen by Venable to go to work for the CIA that she had left the city. Perhaps it was because she had never been at ease enough to think of it as a haven. Wasn’t a home supposed to offer safe haven?

Her cell phone was vibrating, and she frowned as she looked down at it.


Should she ignore it? She had no desire to argue with him right now. Venable hadn’t wanted her to go to Hong Kong to be with her son. He’d had that job for her to do in Guatemala City, and he could be as stubborn as he was devious. But if she didn’t get the argument settled now, she’d have to face it when she was with Luke and Hu Chang after the plane landed. Venable would keep trying until he reached her. He never gave up.

“What is it, Venable?” she asked curtly as she accessed the call. “I can’t talk very long. I should be landing within the next fifteen or twenty minutes.”

“I know. I timed the call that way. It had to not be enough time for you to smolder and build up resistance and just enough time to spark that mind of yours into gear.”

“I’m not going to Guatemala City. Forget it.”

“I’ve already forgotten it. I’ve sent Tolliver. I really didn’t want to send you there anyway. You were much more suited for this other job I’ve had in mind for you for the last week. It just had a few awkward ramifications I didn’t want to deal with.”

“And where was this job?”

“Tibet. I decided that since you were so determined to go to Hong Kong, I’d give you work closer to there.”

“Bullshit. It may be close in distance, but it’s a world away in every other aspect.”

“Unfortunately, that’s true. And this one isn’t going to be easy. If I didn’t need you, I’d give it to the local guy and let you take your vacation.”

Her voice was soft. “Let?”

He chuckled. “Wrong word. I’ll rephrase it. I wouldn’t try to persuade you to postpone your time with your son. There were a few headaches connected to bringing you into it. I actually was looking for another agent even though you’re as close to perfect as I could get.”

“No,” Catherine said with precision. “Not Guatemala. Not Tibet.”

He continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “But I decided to leave it up to fate. If you’d agreed to Guatemala, I’d accept it. If not, you were mine.”

“You’re not listening to me.”

“I’m listening to every word. Believe me, if you weren’t so good, I’d let you out of this one. As I said, bringing you in may be a major headache.”

“Good. Then you won’t feel too disappointed if I refuse the assignment. Venable, for God’s sake, what can I say to convince you that I’m going to spend these next few weeks with my son and my friend, Hu Chang. Then I’m going to take Luke back to Louisville to start the school year. Period. End of discussion.”

“Not quite. You’ve not allowed me to offer my side of the discussion. Have you ever heard of Erin Sullivan?”

“No. Yes.” Memory was stirring as she made the connection. “She’s a journalist. There was some kind of big fuss about her a few years ago. I didn’t pay much attention to it. You were keeping me busy down in Venezuela at the time.”

“Not exactly a fuss. She won a Pulitzer for her stories about the earthquake at Qinghai Province in Tibet a few years ago.” He paused. “She also worked side by side with the monks and the Chinese soldiers rescuing the victims of the quake. By the time the Chinese government decided that Erin Sullivan was gaining too much star power and influence among the Tibetan people, it was too late. The villagers throughout the mountains were regarding her as their angel of mercy.

“Very admirable. And dangerous. China doesn’t appreciate interference in their policies in Tibet. But she’s an American, and that gave her an umbrella of safety. She had no desire to be an activist. She didn’t consider it her place. She just helped where she could.”

“So why are we talking about Erin Sullivan?”

“Unfortunately, she’s become a problem for us.”

“How? You said that she’s not trying to stir up trouble.”

“Sometimes people cause turmoil just by being what they are.” He added dryly, “If an angel of mercy becomes a victim, then that means a martyr. Martyrs can ignite wars.”

She stiffened. “And has Erin Sullivan become a martyr?”

“I don’t know. I don’t believe it’s gone that far yet. What we do know is that she disappeared on her way to write a story about an orphanage in the mountains two months ago. She hasn’t been seen since.”

“Why hasn’t her newspaper raised hell?”

“She’s freelance.”

“She just dropped off the face of the Earth?”

“I didn’t say that. There have been rumors.”

“Rumors from what source?”

“The same source that sent me a tip that the unrest and revolt building among the Tibetans because of Sullivan’s disappearance might cause an upset with big brother China if it wasn’t addressed. It wouldn’t take much to do that. China has always been more ready to attack than negotiate.”

“And China was responsible for Sullivan’s disappearance?”

“Not that we can confirm.”

“Stop pussyfooting around. If she’s been missing two months, you must have an idea where she is. You wouldn’t want to send me in blind if you didn’t. She’s an American citizen.”

“And Tibet is still a wild and desolate land where anyone could be lost for decades and never found. We’ve been making inquiries and tapping our sources.”

“Sources, again. What sources, Venable?”

“Have I piqued your curiosity, Catherine?”

“No, I’ve been trained to question and probe. You had a hand in that training.” But she had been caught and held by the story of Erin Sullivan. It made her angry. She hated the idea of good people being thrown to the wolves as the journalist probably had been. She supposed she should be accustomed to the lack of fairness in the world by now, but she never got used to it. “And I won’t let you lure me into searching for her out of sheer curiosity. I left my son for over three weeks while I pulled your hot potatoes out of the fire in Colombia. I want Luke to remember that he has a mother who cares about him. I’m sure whoever you send after Erin Sullivan will be competent.”

“You’ve told me yourself that you have to walk carefully around your son to make sure that you don’t overwhelm him. He got along without you for nine years just fine while you were searching for him.”

“You know he didn’t get along fine. Rakovac tried to destroy him and almost succeeded.” She felt a ripple of pain as she remembered the torment of those years after Rakovac, a Russian criminal, had tried to punish Catherine by kidnapping her two-year-old son. He had kept him for nine long years and tried to turn him into everything that Catherine would hate. She had only recently managed to free Luke, and they were still tentative with each other. “He survived, but I probably won’t know how damaged he is for years. Yes, he’s had to be independent all his life just to avoid Rakovac’s abuse, but now he has to know I’m there for him.”

“He has his tutor, Sam O’Neill, and Hu Chang.”

“I’m his mother, dammit.”

“A mother who Luke isn’t sure he knows what to do with,” Venable said bluntly. “He knows about surviving neglect and torture. He knows about a man who put a gun in his hand when he was a small child and took him on guerrilla raids. He doesn’t know about normal relations.”

“He’s learning,” she said fiercely. “Every time we’re together we get a little closer. Yes, I have to be careful not to let him know how much I—” She stopped. She wouldn’t reveal to Venable the aching frustration of having to restrain the deep, boundless love she felt for Luke. She wanted to reach out, touch him, smother him with the affection that had been stolen from both of them. She couldn’t do it. Luke was older than his age in many ways, but his lack of experience in ordinary emotions had stunted him, and he was only now beginning to open to her. She had to hold back, respect that reticence. But God it was hard.

“Do you think I don’t know why you’ve been letting me send you on assignments during these last six months?” Venable asked softly. “I believe Luke may be as torn and confused as you are about how to make the adjustment. You both have to occasionally step back and take a deep breath before you take another step forward.”

“Very perceptive,” Catherine said dryly. She wasn’t surprised that Venable had studied her situation and come so close to the exact truth. No one ever underestimated Venable’s cleverness. “And a convenient explanation for you in this case. Abandon my Luke and go off on CIA business because it’s good for us as well as the country. No deal, Venable.”

“Think about it. Look Erin Sullivan up on the Internet. Get to know her.”

“The hell I will.”

Venable chuckled. “I think you will. I’ll get off the line now so you can check her out before your plane begins its descent.”

“Wait.” She had just thought of something else. “You said bringing me into the mission would cause you big problems. Why?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask that question. It all has to do with my source. He doesn’t want you involved.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll have to ask him.”

“And how am I supposed to do that when you won’t tell me who he is? I take it you’ve changed your mind.” She stiffened as she began to have an outrageous suspicion. “Just who is your source?”

“Someone you know very well,” he said quietly. “Hu Chang.”

“What the hell? What’s Hu—”

But Venable had already hung up.

What did Hu Chang have to do with Erin Sullivan? He might slide in and out of political situations like a Las Vegas magician if he chose, but he seldom chose. At least, she didn’t think he often dabbled in the fates of nations any longer. What did she know? After all these years, he was still an enigma to her. She had met him when she was only fourteen and had been on the streets selling information to the highest bidder. He had been a practitioner of Chinese medicine, and they had bonded and become friends. She had not learned until later that Hu Chang was also the foremost creator of poisons in the world and sold them to the highest bidder. By that time, it had not mattered to her. He was her friend. He had saved her life, and she had saved his. Two solitary people who had found one person they could trust to make the loneliness go away.

He doesn’t want you involved.

Well, dammit, she didn’t want to be involved.

But why did Hu Chang want to close her out?

She pulled out her computer and flipped it open.

The next moment, she had drawn up the story of the Qinghai earthquake. The second story she accessed she saw the photo of Erin Sullivan. She was standing beside a monk and a Chinese soldier, and she was frowning as she stared down at the wreckage below her.

Catherine had thought she’d be older, but the woman looked to be close to her own age. She wasn’t over thirty, perhaps a little younger. She was tall, slim even in the bulky, cold-weather garments she was wearing. She had on a black, hooded jacket and matching pants and brown, fur-lined boots. A strand of copper red hair had escaped her hood and lay on her forehead above eyes that were large and a gray-green hazel. Not a beautiful woman, but she had an interesting bone structure and a full, wonderful mouth. Her expression was mature and intelligent and troubled as she looked down at the devastation in the valley below.

Who wouldn’t have been troubled? Catherine thought. Several thousand people had been killed in that quake. She quickly scanned the info about Erin Sullivan. She had been an Army brat who had traveled all over Europe and the Middle East with her parents. She had earned a scholarship to Stanford University, majored in languages and journalism, held several minor jobs in cities around Europe, and found a niche in a small television station in Calcutta, India. She had worked three years traveling for the station in Pakistan and Tibet, then had quit and become a freelance journalist. According to the story, she had traveled to the quake site on her own to write the story. Then she had stayed to help with the rescue that was being conducted by the monks of the area and the Chinese soldiers who had been sent from Beijing to help. They had needed all the help they could get because the soldiers had become disoriented and physically ill because of the altitude. Erin had worked in these mountains, and the altitude was no problem for her. Both the Tibetan monks and the Chinese soldiers had nothing but praise for her.

Clearly a remarkable woman. Why would someone want to target her?

“We are going to land.” The smiling, Asian flight attendant was standing beside her seat. “Please put away all electronic devices.”

“Sorry.” Catherine nodded, shut off her computer, and slipped it in her bag. She glanced out the window. They should be on the ground within a few minutes. She hoped Hu Chang would be there to meet her. She would see him walking toward her with a faint, mocking smile on that face that was totally ageless. She had questions to ask him that he might not answer. She could never tell if he would dance around or give her the simple truth. As if any truth was simple with a man so complicated.

“Just what the hell are you up to, Hu Chang?” she murmured.


“Get out of here, Jafar.” Erin Sullivan’s voice was shaking as she gazed at the young boy in desperation and fear. She had been stunned when she had seen the boy slip over the windowsill into her bedroom only moments before. Stunned and sick with panic. “You should never have come. I’ll get out on my own.”

“I should have come. I was sent.” Jafar’s huge brown eyes were glowing in his small face. “I heard the calling, and I went to my father. He told me to follow the spirits. You can’t get across the mountains on your own. I will lead you from this dark place.”

His father had told him to come to this hellhole? Jafar couldn’t be over eleven or twelve years old, Erin thought, agonized. She had grown to know Jafar and his family during the weeks she had spent in his village, but she had not dreamed they’d sacrifice their son like this. Perhaps she should have realized it could happen. Like the rest of the people in his village, Jafar was full of dreams and the belief that good would always triumph in the end. Erin knew better. Not here, not anywhere where Paul Kadmus could reach out to crush and mangle. But she wouldn’t be able to persuade the child to leave her by using fear. The dreams were too strong, the belief too ingrained. She thought quickly, searching for a way that he would understand.

“Your father should not have sent you to me. I must fight this battle alone. My special spirit told me that’s the only way to gain a higher plane of enlightenment.”

He frowned. “But this is a dark place. We’ve heard stories that they hurt you here. He hurts you.” He looked at her face. “You have bruises.”

She couldn’t deny it. The ugly stories must have been driven from the palace like ice pellets in the wind. Find an excuse. “Suffering sometimes cleanses the soul.”

He was gazing at her doubtfully.

She changed the subject. “Jafar, how did you get past those soldiers and into the palace? Could you get out the same way?”

He nodded. “I crawled down a drainage pipe underneath the palace that goes from the compound wall to the courtyard. It leads toward the road that goes down the mountain. My father said the monks who settled in our village after Kadmus drove them out of this palace told him about it.” He smiled proudly. “I was like a shadow. No one saw me.”

She hoped to God no one had seen him. “You’re very clever, Jafar. I’m sure that you were just as invisible as you claim.”

“As invisible as Shambhala.” He nodded solemnly. “I can take you out of here the same way. Once we reach that far mountain, no one will find us.”

And the minute anyone discovered Erin was gone, Kadmus’s mercenaries would be after her, and the boy would be considered collateral damage. She had experienced just how brutal Kadmus could be. She couldn’t risk it. “No, I can’t go with you.” Her hands closed on his thin shoulders, and she looked him in the eye. “I thank you with my whole heart. You have been very brave, and you must tell your father that no one else from the village should come here. I will leave this place on my own.” She gave him a quick, hard hug. “You have to go now. Good-bye, Jafar, safe journey.”

He didn’t move. “But the spirits want you free. My father said that was true. He said you had helped our people to live, and now we must help you.”

“You have helped me. When I’m ready to go, you’ve told me how to leave this place.” She was searching frantically for a way to make him go. She didn’t know how much time she had before Kadmus would show up. She was allowed the freedom of the ancient palace on this barren mountaintop because he considered it a safe prison, but he never left her alone for long. “Go now, please, Jafar.”

He nodded slowly. “But I will return if you don’t come to us soon. I told you, the spirits sent me to lead you from this place. And I don’t think the spirits want you to be hurt. That’s the work of the demon who took you.” He turned and slipped out the window.

Erin crossed to the window, but he’d already disappeared.

Madness. Bravery. Sacrifice.

The cold was biting, and the distant mountain was shrouded in icy mist.

Let the boy reach the mountain. Let him get back to his village.

Oh, let him live.

Then she heard the shot.

Her body jerked as if the bullet had struck her.

No. No. No.

“What did you expect, Erin?” Paul Kadmus was strolling out of the mist toward her from across the courtyard. He was carrying Jafar’s limp body. “If you wanted someone to save you, then you should have chosen someone besides this crazy kid.” He threw the boy’s body on the ground in front of her window. “But he’s probably the only male specimen in the mountains who would be willing to go up against me.”

There was a bullet hole in the center of Jafar’s head, and Erin couldn’t take her eyes from it. A few minutes ago, he had been vibrantly alive and now this …

“He wasn’t crazy,” she said dully. “He believed he was doing what was right. He had a calling. His people don’t consider age a factor in moving toward true enlightenment. I wasn’t going with him. I was afraid that you or your men would do this. You didn’t have to kill him, Kadmus.”

“No, it was a pleasure.” His face revealed the same fierce enjoyment as he looked up at her. Those craggy, high cheekbones and deep-set blue eyes were riveting, but even before she had realized what lay behind that face, she had never thought him handsome. She had always sensed the evil.

“You’re becoming used to the usual forms of torment, Erin,” he said mockingly. “I wanted to see your face when I gave you a new and different wound. Aren’t you tired of fighting me? This boy would never have had reason to die if you’d given me what I wanted.” His gaze went to the gold necklace around her neck. He said softly, “Tell me, Erin.”

“There’s nothing to tell you.” Her shaking hand instinctively went up to cradle the carved, eight-sided lotus that hung from the chain. “If you want this thing, take it. I don’t want it. I’ve told you before, you can pick one up like it at any market in Tibet.”

“Not like that one.” Kadmus smiled. “And I don’t want your pretty necklace. I want to know who gave it to you. I want you to take me to meet him.” His boot nudged the body of the boy at his feet. “And then we won’t have to kill any more of these simpletons who think you’re some kind of Mother Teresa. Wouldn’t that please you, Erin?”

“You’d still kill anyone who got in your way.”

“True. But they wouldn’t get in my way if they didn’t put themselves between you and me.” His gaze met her own over the boy’s body. “Where did you get that necklace, Erin?”

“I told you, I bought it at a market in Qinghai Province.”

He sighed. “I was hoping that the boy might be a breakthrough.” He turned on his heel. “But I’ll just have to think of something else that will bring about the same result.” He looked over his shoulder, and added quietly, “You do know it will be very bad for you tonight, Erin? I’m very angry that you’re being so stubborn.”

She tried not to show the tension his words brought. He always used the anticipation of pain to make the torture even more devastating. It was a small victory to not let him see that psychological whip had an effect on her. “I know,” she said steadily. “It won’t make any difference. The answer will be the same.”

She saw a flicker of anger cross his face. He muttered a curse, then strode across the courtyard. A moment later, he was lost behind the veil of icy precipitation.

Were they going to leave the boy lying there in the courtyard? Probably. Kadmus would like the idea of her seeing Jafar’s body every time she looked out the window. Because each time she saw that poor boy’s body, it would hurt her.

It did hurt her. But what did her pain matter, she thought impatiently. A child had died. A life had been taken. A soul had taken the next step.

Smother the pain.

Say good-bye.

Say a prayer for that brave boy who had died to try to free her.

The faith of his village was Buddhist, and she didn’t know any Buddhist rituals. But prayer was prayer.

“Please, God, take him,” she whispered. “Care for him. He was so good here with us for the little time we had him. You’re lucky to have him back. He gave his life to save mine. How often do you get someone who would do that? He deserves anything you can do for him.” The tears were stinging her eyes. “Good-bye, Jafar. You have a great spirit. Your parents would be proud of you. You’ll be with me always…”

She was wiping her wet cheeks with the backs of her hands as she turned away from the window. Kadmus would be coming soon, and he mustn’t see that she’d been weeping. It would be a triumph, and she wouldn’t allow the atrocity he’d committed tonight to give him that victory.

Start the mantra.

No triumphs tonight.

Close your eyes.

Go away from this place.

Suspend all hatred. It would get in the way.

Withdraw into yourself.

Nothing can really touch you.

She sat down in the chair facing the door and began to prepare herself for what was to come.


Copyright © 2014 by Johansen Publishing LLLP

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2014


    Love catherine & camrone! Awsome read !!Hurry with another adventure wth all of them! Please !! Loved it coouldnt put it down!! Thank you Iris you nevrr fail me! Right faster please!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 5, 2014

    I've liked the character Catherine Ling but in this book she was

    I've liked the character Catherine Ling but in this book she was too pushy, rather *itchy and aggressive rather than assertive. Loved the story line but didn't care for Catherine so much.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2014

    Great book!

    I love Catherine Ling

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 20, 2014

    Catherine Ling whines and complains about everything and everyon

    Catherine Ling whines and complains about everything and very tired of her whining. Wanted to see her exert her independence rather that tell the reader about it.
    Several times considered not finishing....because I did not care about the characters. Even the son, Lucas, supposedly raised by a madman like an animal is perfection...sweet and polite, intelligent.
    A little peek into his past would have been interesting. Last book of hers I will read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2014

    Weak plot. Gratuitous sex scenes added nothing to the story. Cat

    Weak plot. Gratuitous sex scenes added nothing to the story. Catherine Ling has turned into the same type of one note whiny, self absorbed Mommy clone as Eve Duncan. Sorry I wasted my money on this.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2015


    Walks in

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  • Posted April 24, 2015

    Love it

    As usual Ms. Johansen did not disappoint. Good read. Have read almost all of her books, and they are all fabulous.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2014

    Kevin lets go to

    Midnight sex shop

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  • Posted December 4, 2014

    If you like Iris Johansen then this is must read.

    I like Iris Johansen's Eve Duncan series but the Catherine Ling books are excellent also.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2014


    Rank 1: This is the lowest rank you can have. There can only be two of them, and they are called Sraets. They listen to all above them, and do what they are told. The only way you get this rank is if you are demoted. <p> Rank 2: All start as one of these. From here, you will either be demoted or premoted to a different rank. There can only be 20 of these at a time, and they are called Rhus. <p> Rank 3: If you get premoted from Rhus, you will be one of these. These cats are the leader's advisors and help make decisions for the clan. These are called Uquis and there is 3 of them at the most. <p> Rank 4: The Leader is called the Superior. Do not question him/her.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2014

    Page turner.

    I have always read the Eve Duncan series. This is an off shoot of those.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2014


    This is the first fiction i have not been able to finish!! BORING!!! The mental sparing between Catherine & Cameron is tedious and useless to the plot. Waste of money.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2014

    excellent book!

    Didn't want to put it down. U won't be wasting your money if u buy this!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2014

    Haven't read anything but johansen for 10yrs

    Absolutely love all her books the eve series it what made me love reading its always so hard to put one of her books down. Now that i finished this one with Catherine im even more in love and can not wait till April 2015 for her next ???

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014


    What a busy woman this author is! I do so love her work, and I LOVE the Catherine Ling stories! I loved her in the Eve Duncan series, and was excited when Ms. Johansen decided to give her her own series! This newest installment did not disappoint.

    I am enjoying seeing the bond grow between Catherine and her son. Though they will probably never have a "normal" relationship, they are learning and growing with each new story.

    Can't wait to what is in store for Catherine and Cameron either! Please don't make us wait too long Ms. Johansen. I know you are a VERY busy woman, but you don't really need sleep....... do you?

    -- SPeeD

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2014


    In a flicker of movement, a young cat slips into the clearing, her black pelt blending with the shadows. She slinks forward, her icy blue eyes glinting dangerously in the light. She has two mice clamped between her unnaturally white teeth, fresh blood oozing from her jaws and peppering the ground beneath her with crimson. <br> She lowers her head, placing them on the ground before flicking her toungue over her fangs. "An offering," She states, her voice as sharp as the lightning of a fierce storm. "It would be a great pleasure to be accepted into your ranks." <br> She steps back, her eyes scanning the clearing as she waits.

    0 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2014


    So we are heading to the jane austen book?

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2014

    Chaos to anyone

    May i join?

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2014

    Yellow eyes

    Padded in. Gtg bbt.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2014



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