A Marked Man [NOOK Book]

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Once accused

When Max Savage opens his practice in a remote, seductively beautiful bayou town, he hopes it's the start of a new life. He's got his reputation as a skilled surgeon, his two brothers by his side and a fresh chance. But soon Max discovers he can't escape a past riddled with accusations of murder...or the faces of two dead women. Especially since another woman is missing, and he was the last to ...

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Overview


Once accused

When Max Savage opens his practice in a remote, seductively beautiful bayou town, he hopes it's the start of a new life. He's got his reputation as a skilled surgeon, his two brothers by his side and a fresh chance. But soon Max discovers he can't escape a past riddled with accusations of murder...or the faces of two dead women. Especially since another woman is missing, and he was the last to see her alive.

Always suspected

Annie Duhon knows all about nightmares that shatter life's dreams and the need to escape the past. But her fascination with Max grows, even when disturbing rumors start to surface and her darkest visions seem to play out in living color. Can she trust Max with her secrets and her deepest desires? Or is he the specter she sees when she sleeps--a killer stalking women with his cleansing fire? Is she about to become his next victim?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
A serial killer is targeting women who cross the path of Dr. Max Savage, a New Yorker recently transplanted to Toussaint, La., in this uneven novel of romantic suspense from bestseller Cameron. When a woman applying for a job at Max's new clinic goes missing, Max, who was accused and cleared of the murders of two girlfriends, becomes a prime suspect in her disappearance. Max fears Annie Duhon, a tavern manager for whom he has fallen hard, may be the next victim. Annie, still recovering from a brutal rape 10 years earlier, has strange visions, and while she's apprehensive about Max, she can't resist him. Wazoo ("L'Oisseau de Nuit to strangers"), an eccentric psychic who consistently steals the show from the lead characters, warns Annie she's in danger and gives her a charm for protection. As the body count rises, so do the wild, erotic scenes. Cameron (Body of Evidence) captures the Bayou Teche ambience, but the killer's identity will be obvious to many and the denouement lacks fizz. (Nov.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A handsome surgeon, a woman with a past and another predictable yawn from romantic-suspense-churner Cameron. The Louisiana bayou parish of Toussaint (Kiss Them Goodbye, 2003) seems an unlikely place for the Savage brothers to open their new high-end plastic-surgery practice. But star surgeon Max has reasons to crave obscurity. Although he's been acquitted of the crimes, two of his past girlfriends have been murdered, and that kind of past tends to shadow a man, even one so gorgeous he leaves women "trying to decide if they had seen him on the cover of GQ." Lovely Annie Duhon has also come to Toussaint to hide, although she's only traveled from nearby St. Martinville. Their attraction grows, but it takes sophisticate Max's yearning for that urban rarity, bagels, to maneuver Annie back to her hometown for an ill-fated lunch that sets in motion demons from the past. Well, that and the horrifying dreams of fire and death that Annie has been experiencing. Can a local woman-her dialogue a weak attempt at French-Cajun phrasings-help poor Annie out? "That Annie, she is in danger," says the local seer/pet-therapist Wazoo. "Folks laugh at me, but they not thinkin'." Not everyone laughs in this oddly out-of-time backwater ("I don't think I've ever seen down blankets in Louisiana," notes one). Perhaps they should laugh, at least at the wooden dialogue and overlong sex scenes. In the hands of Cameron, a veteran of romance novels, sex is graphic and prolonged, but strangely clinical. Such descriptions as "the spasms of her climax clutched at his penis" dominate, and a minor character's multi-orgasmic reaction to what is basically rape swings the effect from athletic to repulsive. Cameron still has theheart of a romance writer, and readers are left in no doubt that Annie and Max will end well, no matter how many sexually exhausted bodies and half-developed plot lines float away down the bayou.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460308547
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 11/15/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 264,515
  • File size: 695 KB

Meet the Author

Stella Cameron is the author of many outstanding suspense novels, including Kiss Them Goodbye, Now You See Him, A Grave Mistake, A Marked Man and Body of Evidence. She has more than eleven million copies of her books in print and appears on many bestseller lists, including the New York Times list.

Stella lives in Washington state.

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The moon was a thin white wafer with a big bite missing.

Walking silent streets at night—alone—could be a bad idea. Staying in bed, half awake, half asleep, sweat stinging your eyes, sticking hair to your face, while the monster panic ate you up could be a whole lot worse idea. Nothing bad ever happened around here anyway.

Annie Duhon moved quietly through the town square in Toussaint, Louisiana. That violated moon, coy behind riffles of soft gray cloud, pointed a pale finger at the wide road lined with sycamores, stroked a shine on the windows of businesses and homes on either side.

A warm breeze felt friendly. Yesterday there had been a sidewalk sale and food fair. Holiday lights strung between trees on a triangle of grass in the center of the street were turned on at dusk; they were still on and bobbled, out of place for the time of year, but festive and comforting… briefly.

She ought to know better than be lulled by a few strands of quivering colored lights. She ought to turn back and lock herself inside her apartment over Hungry Eyes, the book shop and café run by the Gables, Toussaint's only lawyer and his wife. They lived next door and she had an open invitation, almost an order to go to them at any time if she needed help.

Help, I had another bad dream. They've been happening for more than a couple of weeks and they get worse all the time. Someone dies but I don't know who. It's a woman. Could be me.

Sure she would tell them that, and what could they do about it?

A battered pickup clanked by and made a left turn at the next corner. When Annie reached the spot and looked for the vehicle, she saw it pull into the forecourt of Murphy's Bar where a neon sign blinked on and off behind a grimy window. The small hours of the morning and some folks were still looking for company.

Annie kept walking. She had been here for seven months and felt happier than she had in years, until the nights came when she could not shut out terrible visions of death.

Ten minutes got her to St. Cécil's church, glowing white in the darkness, Bayou Teche a faintly polished presence behind the church and the rectory on the other side of Bonanza Alley.

The bayou drew her, always had. She slipped past the church, reached the towpath and stood awhile, her thin cotton skirt caught to her thighs by warm currents of air.

A slap and suck sound, subtle, inexorable, reminded her how the bayou water kissed its banks on a night like this. Something swam, plopped, beat up a spray. A bass, maybe, or an alligator, or even a big rat. Rats reminded Annie of things she wanted to forget. She walked a few more steps and stopped. Noises swelled, pushed at her. Frogs grumbling, little critters skittering through the underbrush, a buzz in her ears, growing louder.

Annie turned around abruptly and retraced her steps. The breeze became a sudden wind, whipping leaves against her bare legs. A bird cried and she jumped, walked faster.

On Bonanza Alley again, she looked at the rectory. A subdued light shone in the big kitchen at the back but she knew Father Cyrus Payne always kept a light on in case a stranger happened by and needed a little welcome. That good man would be sleeping now.

There were not many good men like him.

Heat rose in her face and her cheeks throbbed. Speeding her pace only made the noises around her head louder. Low lights gleamed steadily behind the stained glass windows of the church. Annie stood still again and willed her heart to be quiet.

Slowly, she pushed open a gate in the white fence surrounding the churchyard. She stepped inside and walked along a path between tombs to a side door into St Cécil's. Annie wasn't a churchgoer, hadn't been since she was a teenager. She gritted her teeth, climbed the steps into a small vestibule and turned the door handle, never expecting it to open. It did and she went inside. Church used to be real important to her, until she offended and the holy congregation suggested she shouldn't be there.

Her mama had suffered even more than she had over that.

A wrought iron gate closed off a side chapel. Annie threaded her fingers through the scrollwork and peered into the candlelit cell beyond. Those candle flames glittered on gold thread in an embroidered hanging behind the little altar. She smelled incense, and old roses, their bruised heads hanging from frail, bent necks around the rim of a glass vase.

The roses reminded her of funeral flowers kept too long because when they were thrown out, the loss would feel more final. Death was final but while the tributes remained, before the false cheer of a life's "celebration" died away and the sympathizers stopped coming around anymore, well then, the grieving ones could try to keep truth at bay.

Nights when she gave up on sleep brought images so clear they seemed real. She didn't want them, or the thoughts that came with them.

Inside the chapel with the gates closed behind her, Annie sat on the cushioned seat of a bench, its high back carved into a frieze of wild animals and birds. She put her head in her hands. What would she do, what could she do? Push on, exhausted by frequent nights filled with ghastly images followed by occasional recurring flashes of the same sick dramas when she was awake? Yes, she guessed that was what she would do, and she would pray for the burden to be taken away.

She did not want to go home until morning. St. Cécil's felt safer. Evil knew better than to enter God's house.

Minutes passed and her head felt heavy. If she went to the rectory, Father Cyrus would take her in, she knew he would. He'd make her stay and want to listen to what troubled her.

Talking about her imagination wasn't worth taking sleep from a busy man at this hour. And talking about the reality that haunted her from other times and places was out of the question—with Father Cyrus or anyone else.

Annie had come to Toussaint to take over a new position as general manager at Pappy's Dance Hall and Eats just north of town. Since she'd first visited the place while she was back in school and planning a fresh direction for her life, Annie dreamed of owning something like Pappy's one day. She'd never expected the dream to come true and working there felt unreal and wonderful.

Another unexpected surprise had been meeting Dr. Max Savage and falling into an unlikely friendship with him. He often stopped by Pappy's after the lunch rush. Sitting with him while he ate had become a habit. His idea, not hers, but she probably looked forward to seeing him more than she ought to.

Max and his brothers, Roche and Kelly, planned to open a clinic in the area. Roche was also a doctor, and Kelly took care of business matters. There would be more doctors on the staff by the time they opened. Max persuaded her to go out a couple of times and said he wanted her to consider him a friend. She wanted to, but the last time she accepted an offer like his…well, the outcome hadn't been good. She surely didn't want Max to find out about either her past or her present troubles.

She and Max couldn't be more different, he a highly regarded facial reconstructive plastic surgeon while Annie came from poor beginnings and had clawed for each handhold on the way to a modest, mostly trade education. Not that she wasn't proud of what she had accomplished.

Truth was, she intended to remain in Toussaint and make already successful Pappy's into a destination people came from all over to visit. She would get accustomed to being alone and whatever happened, she wouldn't be falling back on her family in Pointe Judah, not so far from Toussaint. She loved them but didn't need them, or anyone, to survive anymore.

She yawned and before her staring eyes, the candle flames blurred. Still watching the light, Annie lay on her side on top of the cushioned seat and pulled up her legs. There was no reason not to stay, just until it started to get light.

He trained the flashlight ahead and she couldn't see his face behind the yellow-white beam. The beam bounced and jerked. She heard the sound of something dragging over leaves and sticks, rocks and sharp, scaly pinecones. Another noise, a clank-clank of metal on the stones was there just as it had been each time the man had come.

She heard him breathing, short, harsh breaths. But she also heard the sounds she made herself, a high little wheeze because she was so scared, her throat wouldn't work properly.

What if he heard her?

She knew what he dragged behind him. Her eyes burned. They burned every time. Too many times.

He dropped his burden and walked forward, his flashlight trained on a thick carpet of leaves.

Rain began to fall. It splattered the leaves on the ground, turned them shiny so she saw them clearly, distinct one from another.

Overhead, branches rattled together and wind whined. If he looked up he'd see her. She was right there.

A scent swept at her nostrils. Coppery, like blood. And burned hair: there was no mistaking that, not when you'd smelled it so close before.

The man said, "Here we go," as if he was with his children and he'd just found the ice-cream shop they'd all been looking for. More clattering and he poked through the leaves and mulch with the shining point of a brand-new shovel.

A woman's body lay on the ground beside him, her eyelids burned off, and empty dark holes where her eyes had been. Her hair, nothing but a thin matted spongelike layer, shed filaments in the wind.

"Here we go," the man said again. He didn't start digging a hole but cleared debris from an area no more than two feet across. Poking and scraping quickly brought his satisfied sigh and he lifted the woman as if she weighed nothing. Rags of blackened clothing stuck to her rigid body.

"There we go," the man said and dropped the corpse, headfirst into a hole that swallowed her.

Annie, her hands outstretched before her, ran at the man. "Bring her back. Give her back," she cried. But when she reached for him he turned into fire, and she cried out in pain.

Her forehead struck the side of the altar. She fell to her knees, her arms upraised, and felt her left hand scorch. At the same moment she heard the sound of flame shooting along filaments.

She opened heavy eyes and saw a movement. On the far aisle of the church, she thought. A hooded figure. "No," she murmured. There was no one there.

Then she was wide-awake, pulling herself to her feet, righting the candle she'd knocked over and using one end of a linen runner with silk fringes to beat sizzling threads cold. Immediately she ran to the sacristy and poured water over her hands and into the sink there. She held them under the cold water and realized she had been lucky to sustain little injury. No one need find out what had happened.

The pain ebbed. She found a first-aid kit and wound a bandage around her left hand to keep the air from hurting the wound. Returning to the chapel, she took the runner from the top of the altar and used it to clean black residue from the marble.

She would pay for another runner to be made. "Don't jump," a man said behind her. Annie screamed. She screamed and shook her head, and staggered backward against him. Sweat stuck her clothes to her body. That woman she had seen in the nightmares was her, Annie. Premonitions, not nightmares. They were coming true. The gagging sounds she heard were her own.

"Annie, it's me, Father Cyrus. People are lookin' for you."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2008

    Good story, just a bad sex scene

    The story and characters are entertaining. I have to admit the first sexual encounter between the main characters is just weird. But stick with the story, it really is good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2007

    Disgusting - I won't read her again

    Newsflash to the author: rape/coerced sex is not erotic. It is a FELONY. Does this insensitive writer think that sort of thing is OK if the woman is 'turned on'? This point of view is a slap in the face to crime victims. I picked up this book - from the library thank goodness I didn't pay money for it - and was looking forward to Cameron's return to Toussaint, LA, the town where she's set several previous novels. It lacked the intrigue, suspense and plotting of any of her previous work. After the above-referenced disgusting scene, I skipped to the last few pages to discover the villian, who was no surprise. I'd give this zero stars/bullets if I could. Steer clear of this book if you're looking for a suspensful, sexy read. There are plenty of authors out there who know the difference between lusty and criminal, which I had never before imagined could be confusing.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    New York plastic surgeon Max Savage flees the city after being acquitted of the murders of two of his former girlfriends. He needs to start over in a place as far from his current practice. Thus he opens up a facility in Toussaint, Louisiana. However, his past follows when a local female applying for work at his clinic disappears just after the interview. Local authorities suspect Max, but his alibi exonerates him though nothing can relive his mind that the nightmare has trailed him to this Cajun Parrish.--------------------- Annie Duhon arrives in Toussaint from nearby St. Martinville to start over as she has not recovered from a brutal rape that occurred ten years ago. She and Max meet with both attracted and interested, but she fears commitment not just because of the rape, but because she also she has visions that anyone close to her will soon die in an inferno. Still they go to her hometown for lunch not realizing this innocent lunch date places both in danger from each other¿s ¿stalker¿ as Cajun seer Wazoo warns them time after time.-------------------- Fans will appreciate the return to Toussaint home of several Stella Cameron romantic suspense thrillers (see A GRAVE MISTAKE). The lead couple is a likable pairing of two fearful protagonists, but Wazoo owns the plot with her often amusing asides. The suspense builds up as murders occur in between the explicit sexual interludes, which makes this more romance (some will insist erotica with notches on the penis) than a suspense thriller although there is plenty of tension. Though the culprit is obvious, Ms. Cameron¿s Bayou Bengal boosters will enjoy her latest steamy sex and death romance.---------------- Harriet Klausner

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