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A time to fear....

Grace Hart seemed to have it all: a bright, beautiful daughter, a successful career as a judge, and a lovely home in an Ohio suburb. But beneath the placid veneer, darker truths lie waiting. Her fifteen-year-old, Jessica, is teetering on the cusp of drugs and delinquency. And someone is stalking the troubled teenager. Someone who has already violated their home and stolen their peace of ...

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Overview

A time to fear....

Grace Hart seemed to have it all: a bright, beautiful daughter, a successful career as a judge, and a lovely home in an Ohio suburb. But beneath the placid veneer, darker truths lie waiting. Her fifteen-year-old, Jessica, is teetering on the cusp of drugs and delinquency. And someone is stalking the troubled teenager. Someone who has already violated their home and stolen their peace of mind.

A time to love....

Now the police are involved. Grace is relieved—and worried. Is Jessica in danger from a drug dealer who wants to silence her? Detective Tony Marino is on the case. He's too close for comfort, asking disturbing questions, probing into her long-buried past, igniting feelings Grace has tried to suppress. In Tony's strong arms, Grace finds comfort, protection—passion—as he tries to shield them from the evil lurking just beyond their door....

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Robards Makes Midnight Magic Karen Robards has been writing her best novels in recent years, and she's begun to take on the mantle of queen of romantic suspense with such page-turners as Heartbreaker and Hunter's Moon. With The Midnight Hour, she scores a personal best. Superbly plotted, wonderfully written, with characters that come alive upon your first encounter with them, this is Robards's best novel thus far. Grace Hart is a single mother and a juvenile- and family-court judge in Bexley, Ohio — and her daughter, Jessica, has gotten out of control. When Jessica goes into what might be diabetic shock, hunky Tony Marino thinks Grace should practice what she preaches as a family-court judge. But there's more to what's going on than either Grace or Tony realize. While the love story that gently interweaves through the pages of The Midnight Hour grows more and more powerful, it's definitely the bit of mystery and the thriller aspect of this novel that take over. What working mother hasn't worried about the well-being of her child? Robards takes this to the nth degree with suspense and action that rival that in some of the best popular fiction of our day. The love interest here, macho cop Tony Marino, has a very human side, too: Although he's overly judgmental of Grace Hart's ability to watch out for her own child, it's mainly because his own daughter died. That loss has colored his world; he has both built armor around himself and become empathetic to the plights of others. Grace begins to find evidence of a stalker — and someone has comeintoher home and gone through her things. Soon the threat of violence escalates, and Grace realizes that she and her daughter are no longer safe in their own house. Tony moves in to help protect them, and the novel steams up with his presence. But who is after Grace? Who would want to harm young Jessica? Don't miss this terrific new novel from one of the best romantic-suspense writers around. —Jessi Rose Lucas Jessi Rose Lucas's first romance novel, The Swan Prince, is forthcoming. She lives on the New England coast and is currently working on her second novel, The Tarnished Knight, a medieval romance about Lancelot and Guinevere.
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In this latest work from a popular romance writer, Judge Grace Hart teams up with Detective Tony Marino to stop the stalker threatening both her and her daughter.
Kirkus Reviews
Psychos lurking in the dark, steamy sex, and touches of the supernatural seem to be favored ingredients of romances these days, and Robards handles them better than most.

Grace Hart, single mother and a judge in Ohio's juvenile and family-court system, has lost control of her teenage daughter Jessica, who's sneaking out at night, smoking marijuana, and getting drunk-something especially ill-advised for a diabetic. Picked up by narcotics officers Dominick and Tony Marino as she goes into shock, Jessica is brought to the hospital by Grace and the two sexy cops. Especially irritating is Tony, a "Mr. Macho" who appears in the contemporary hero's uniform of flannel shirt, Levi's, and beat-up bomber jacket. He accuses Grace of negligence but sticks around to protect the pair when it seems that someone's stalking Jessica. Tony is a divorced guy whose own daughter Rachel died of cystic fibrosis (get out the handkerchiefs), and he has never recovered from the near-mortal blow of losing a child. Of course, the reader knows he hasn't really lost her, since her ghostly presence (in the form of a white moth) keeps sad watch over her mournful dad. At home, meanwhile, Grace keeps finding signs of another sort of ghostly presence: some nutcase has left invisible writing on a mirror, shifted a teddy bear from one place to another, and stuck bubble gum on a door. When the same unknown person drowns Godzilla the hamster, leaving him on Jessica's bed in a plastic bag, Tony moves in to look after "his girls." While Grace and he have hot sex during lunch breaks, they also share sorrows. Thus is a new family unit born to fight a sick teenager who graduates quickly to slaughtering people (and whose identity is never a mystery).

Decently done work in the genre of the "now" romance.

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"One of the most popular voices in women's fiction."
--Newsweek

"[A] terrifying tale of obsessions and vengeance. The Midnight Hour delivers both chills and thrills."
--Romantic Times

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Meet the Author

Karen Robards is the author of twenty-two historical and contemporary romances, including her most recent national bestsellers The Senator's Wife, Heartbreaker, and Hunter's Moon. She lives in Louisville, Kentucky, with her husband and their three sons.
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It was just after two A.M., and Jessica's bed was empty.

Light from the hall spilled over the tumbled bed, leaving the rest of the room deep in shadow. Grace Hart didn't even bother to switch on the overhead light. Her tall, thin figure cast an elongated shadow across the pale rose carpet for no more than an instant. Then she moved. Three quick strides brought her to her daughter's bedside. She yanked the covers clear to the foot of the bed just to make sure, but she already knew what she would find: nothing.

Jessica was not curled up in a tight little ball beneath the primrose comforter. A hasty glance around confirmed that Jessica was not in the tweedy pink armchair in the corner, or at her white-and-gold desk, or sprawled out with a pillow on the carpet. Grace didn't even have to check to know that Jessica was not in the connecting bathroom, or downstairs in the kitchen. . . . or, in fact, anywhere in the house.

Her fifteen-year-old daughter had snuck out.

Again.

Oh, God, Grace thought, staring blindly at the empty bed, what am I going to do?

There was no one but God to ask. She and Jessica lived alone. Grace loved her daughter more than life itself--but lately she had grown terrified that she was losing her. This was the third time in the past two months that she had been awakened--by what? a stealthy sound? a bad dream? she didn't know--and risen from her bed to check on Jessica, only to find her daughter gone.

It was Monday night--no, Tuesday morning now. A school day. Jessica had to be up at 6:45 a.m. She had a Spanish test first period. Just before bedtime, Grace had spent an hour listening to herdaughter conjugate verbs. The test counted double, and a good score could bring her C in that class up to an A, which would be enough to get her on the honor roll. They had both agreed that making the honor roll in high school was important, and Grace, at least, had been psyched about Jessica's chances. But how was she going to do on the test with no sleep?

Of course, Grace realized even as the question formed in her mind, that was the least of her worries at the moment.

The overriding one was, where's Jessica?

She had a pretty good idea who her daughter was with, if not where she was. Now four weeks into her first year of high school, Jessica had fallen in with a new crowd, a "cool" crowd, she said, whose acceptance made her popular. The girls all wore flared jeans, midriff-baring tops, platform shoes, and neon-striped hair. (Talk about déjà vu all over again: Grace had worn the same kind of thing, minus the Day-Glo hair streaks, when she was in high school. But as Jess pointed out, the seventies were hot again.) Anyway, as far as Grace was concerned, this particular gaggle of girls was bad news rushing headlong toward a bad end. It scared her to realize that Jessica, her own sweet Jessica, was going to find that bad end right along with them if Grace couldn't manage to stop her.

So far, in the war for Jessica's allegiance, the score was dishearteningly lopsided. Mom had lost every battle.

A rattle followed by a soft whirring sound made Grace jump. She glanced around.

"Jessica?"

There was no answer.

It took only a moment for Grace to identify the source of the sound: Godzilla in his exercise wheel. The fat golden hamster whose cage sat atop Jessica's bookshelf was running busily, oblivious to the absence of his mistress or her mother's distress.

"Where is she, buddy?" Grace asked.

Godzilla ran blithely on. Grace grimaced at herself. Talking to a hamster was sad, she thought, and having nothing but a hamster to talk to at a time of crisis like this was even sadder. At age thirty-six, she had, besides her daughter, a sister, a father, an ex-husband, and a raft of friends and acquaintances, but no one she could pick up the phone and call at two a.m. The pattern had been set for years: she listened to their problems, not vice versa.

She was the strong one in all their lives. The fixer, the problem-solver, the one whose life was always under control.

Usually she was okay with that. But not tonight.

Crossing to one of the pair of tall windows that overlooked the front yard, she parted the ruffled pink-plaid curtains, rested her forehead against a cool glass pane, and shut her eyes. Her knee-length blue nylon nightgown had long sleeves, but still she was cold. She folded her arms over her chest, but that didn't help.

What am I doing wrong? The unspoken question repeated itself over and over in time with the pulse throbbing in her head. Trying to ease the pounding, she massaged her temples with her fingertips, then ran her fingers despairingly through her short, blond-streaked brown shag. I love her so. I'm trying my best. What am I doing wrong?

In her position as a Franklin County Juvenile and Domestic Court judge, she dealt with problem children on a daily basis. It was a rare session in court when she was not confronted with teens who were out of control.

Usually the kid's problem mirrored some kind of breakdown in the family.

Was that why it was so hard to acknowledge that her daughter was rocketing down the same path as the kids who appeared before her every day? Because she would then have to blame herself?

Was it not the unpalatable truth that she was as much a failure as a parent as any of those whose children were hauled into her courtroom?

She loved her daughter so much. She would kill for her. She would die for her. Every success she'd ever had in her life had been achieved for Jessica. How, then, could they have come to this? How was it possible for her to have succeeded in providing Jessica with everything she herself had longed for as a child, yet still have managed to lose Jessica along the way?

Was Jess out there somewhere drinking? This new reason for fear suddenly popped full-blown into Grace's mind, washing over every other consideration like an ocean swell hitting sand castles on the beach. Jessica had to be so careful--but she wasn't. She refused to be.

The last time she'd snuck out with the crowd, she'd come home smelling of booze. Although of course she had denied drinking more than a couple of sips from a friend's can of beer; someone had spilled the rest over her clothes, she'd said, to account for the smell.

Yeah, right. As much as Grace longed to believe it, that story didn't ring true. If a kid told her that in her courtroom, she wouldn't have swallowed a word.

It hurt to acknowledge that Jessica was lying to her. It hurt then, and it hurt now. But then, she'd let her daughter get away with it, on the off chance that she was telling the truth.

Big mistake, and one that she would not repeat.

No more Mr. Nice Mommy for Miss Jess. This time, Grace meant to lower the boom.

But she could do nothing but wait and worry until Jessica came home.

Grace opened her eyes. From her second-floor vantage point, she could see half a dozen darkened houses stretching to the east and west along their street, Spring Hill Lane. All were two-story, deceptively unpretentious residences built in the '20s and '30s, nestled cozily into tree-dotted grounds of half an acre or more per house. Their own house was of narrow white clapboards, with ten-foot-tall ceilings inside and green-painted shutters outside. It blended with its neighbors harmoniously, though none of them was in precisely the same style. A suburb of Columbus, Ohio, Bexley was an old neighborhood, well established, moneyed, safe. Which was why she had chosen it as the ideal place to bring up her daughter.

The tall oaks and elms standing sentinel in her own front yard swayed as a gust of wind caught their branches. A flurry of dislodged leaves swirled through the air, then drifted ghostlike toward the ground. Long shadows cast by a high-flying moon shifted and blended into the line of blackness that was the four-foot-tall privet hedge bordering the street. It was September, and the wind would be warm. Moonlight washed the landscape.

Behind her came the continuous whir of Godzilla on his exercise wheel. The sound was oddly comforting now. At least she was not totally alone in the house.

Jess was okay. She had to keep telling herself that. After all, Jessica was not out in the cold or the rain. She was not lost, and she probably was not alone.

It was Jessica's mother who was alone. And lost. And scared.

Out on the lawn, the shadows danced with the wind. One separated itself from the others, moving with seeming purpose toward a far corner of the yard. Grace blinked with surprise, then realized that she was watching someone walk away from her house toward the small, wrought-iron gate in the hedge.

Jess, or one of her friends. It had to be. This time she had caught her daughter in the act of coming in--or going out.

Before the thought was finished, Grace whirled and ran for the stairs. Her bare feet moved soundlessly over the thick, moss-green carpet that covered the upstairs hall and the steps themselves, and made scarcely more noise as they encountered the oriental runner and highly polished hardwood floor of the center entrance hall. The front door was unlocked, she discovered as she turned the knob. Jess would never go out and leave the house unlocked. As two females living alone, they were both extra careful about that.

Had she been no farther away than her own porch, or yard, all this time?

Grace yanked open the door and burst through the unlatched screen onto the covered front porch. The concrete slabs that made up the porch floor felt cold to her feet. The wicker swing suspended from chains at the far end creaked as it was caught by the wind. The matching white rockers moved too, as if pushed gently back and forth by unseen occupants. A lightning glance around told Grace that her daughter was not there. She ran to the top of the half-dozen brick stairs that led down to the yard.

"Jessica!" Her hand curled around the cool wrought iron of the banister. Embarrassment at the prospect of waking the neighbors moderated her volume to some degree. Though it was hard to be certain amidst the obscuring shadows, Grace thought the figure heading toward the gate paused at the sound of her voice. Certainly it glanced back. Moonlight glinted briefly on a pale oval face.

"Jessica Hart, you come back here this instant!" If there was a cross between a hiss and a shout, that was the voice Grace used as she descended the front steps, beckoning imperiously to her daughter.

Jessica heard, and saw. The stillness of her, and the fact that she continued to look back, told Grace that. Grace was thankful that she didn't need to scream at the top of her lungs to get her message across.

Although she would have, if necessary.

Two yards over, the Welch's dog began to bark. It was a Scottie with an unmistakable, high-pitched yip. Someone must have forgotten to let it in for the night, as they sometimes did, to the consternation of all the neighbors.

Just as Grace reached the brick sidewalk at the base of the steps, Jessica moved. She turned, leaped like a deer over the remaining few feet of lawn, snatched open the gate, and ran headlong down the street.

Jaw dropping at this blatant act of defiance, Grace needed only the space of a pair of heartbeats to respond. Unconcerned with her bare feet or the fact that she was wearing only her nightgown, Grace pounded across the yard in hot pursuit.

"Jessica!"

The grass was firm and faintly prickly underfoot, the ground damp but not overly cold. The scattering of fallen leaves was slippery when stepped on, like magazine pages on carpet. Wood smoke from an afternoon of leaf burning lingered in the balmy night air. She trod on a sharp stick and yelped, but didn't stop. Unbelievably, Jessica was running away from her, fleeing down the road.

"Jessica!"

Grace reached the gate at the corner of the yard, jerked it open, and bounded through it. Her right foot came down squarely on something soft and squishy and round and furry. Something that didn't belong in a grassy yard. Something that rolled as she stepped on it.

What . . . Grace thought even as she lost her balance and fell, landing heavily on the asphalt road. The impact to her knees and palms was instantaneous, jarring, and painful. She cried out.

At the sound, Jessica glanced back, but didn't stop. She had almost reached the bend in the road that would hide her from her mother's sight. Gasping with exertion and pain, Grace could do nothing but gaze furiously after her.

The fleeing figure ran through a bright patch of moonlight that spilled in a narrow swath across the road. At last it was clearly illuminated.

With a thrill of disbelief, Grace realized that the person she had been pursuing so desperately was someone she did not know.

The hip-length dark coat and dark knit watch cap did not belong to Jessica. Jessica was not that tall, or that bulky. Jessica did not move like that. It was not Jessica.

Whoever it was ran on around the bend, and out of sight.

It was a long moment before Grace was able to glance away from the spot where the figure had disappeared. The next object that registered with her confused senses was the soft, squishy, furry thing she had stepped on to cause her fall, which now lay just a few inches from her right hand.

It was a teddy bear.

Jessica's teddy bear, to be precise, the one she had owned since she was a tiny girl. The one she loved. The one that, up until at least tonight's bedtime when Grace had seen it there as she bade her daughter good night, had been perched on Jessica's bedside table ready to watch over Jess as she slept.

Now it was lying in the grass beside the road, button eyes staring sightlessly up into the dark night sky.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2007

    Irritating book!

    I had several problems with this one: Grace is a juvenile court judge whose daughter is out of control. Grace's solution is to keep grounding Jessica, which is pointless since her daughter ignores her and sneaks out anyway. Gee, Judge Grace, has the word 'counseling' ever been used in your courtroom? Tony has a bad opinion of Grace from the second he meets her, accusing her of child neglect etc. with no basis at all. Why? Grace is prissy and very controlling. Grace and Tony were such complete opposites that I didn't see an attraction and can't imagine a relationship between them. I understand that a woman would want to do anything to protect her child. But I didn't like Grace using her position as a judge to get special favors. I live in Columbus, it's a large city and certainly not crime free. Yet Grace had a forensics team at her house over a teddy bear. Then she got police protection for her daughter, including a cop to follow her to school after she intimated the threats were against her. She threatened to call the DA if her case wasn't given top priority and got everything she wanted. Considering she's part of the judicial system she might have realized that just because it's her daughter doesn't mean she's any more deserving of these special favors as any other child or crime victim.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2005

    WONDERFUL BOOK. COULDN'T PUT IT DOWN!

    This is the first book by Karen Robards I have read. I am still crying about the rose garden. It has romance, suspense, real family problems and a touching story line. I plan on reading all of her suspense novels. This book was sooooo good, I couldn't put it down until I finished the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2002

    Good until the end

    Karen Robards starts out great and stays great until the end. Her endings seem to fade out and she doesn't explain the reasons for the suspense. It seems like she loses focuses in the end and can't remember what was going on. But otherwise, I'd recommend the books to anyway. THe characters are likeable and the plot is usually interesting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2001

    You Have To Read This Book!

    This was a great romantic suspense book. When I started to read it, I couldn't put it down. It was interesting from the begining to the very end. I recommend 'The Midnight Hour' to everyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2001

    An excellent romantic suspense!

    When you get started, you could not put it down. The story's gripping tension and suspense would keep you reading till the end. High praise for Karen Robards. This story will definitely knock you off your feet. Highly recommended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2000

    Suspense at its best!!

    This is Karen Robard's best suspense novel so far. It is a story filled with gripping tension and emotion, not to mention a few twists and surprises along the way. The best part is being able to read it on my Rocketbook! I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2000

    Great romantic suspense!

    I just finished reading Karen Robards THE MIDNIGHT HOUR. I bought this one as a RocketEdition at BarnesandNoble.com and read it on my Rocket eBook,which is always a delightful experience. <g> The book was great, of course. I love Karen Robards' romantic suspense stories. It had the normal sexy hero, strong heroine, and, as in other Robards' books I've read, an element of teenagers and parents in conflict. But this one also had a paranormal subplot that was very, very good. In fact, the last line of the book was so satisfying on a spiritual level, I got chills all the way down my spine. I highly recommend THE MIDNIGHT HOUR, either in paperback format or as an e-book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2000

    Liked it but loved the others

    I liked the book but if you are a big Robards fan like me you wont enjoy as much as you did Walking after Midnight and Maggy's Child. I didn't think it was as much a romance as the others..Can't wait to read the new one out on Feb. 15

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