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by Sharon Sala

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A killer's hunger rages.... A woman waits in fear.... A cop races to stop the unthinkable....

It's December in Manhattan. Falling snow blankets the city--and covers the body of a murdered woman that bears a special message from a twisted killer.

High in her elegant apartment, bestselling mystery author Caitlin Bennett shivers in fear, holding the


A killer's hunger rages.... A woman waits in fear.... A cop races to stop the unthinkable....

It's December in Manhattan. Falling snow blankets the city--and covers the body of a murdered woman that bears a special message from a twisted killer.

High in her elegant apartment, bestselling mystery author Caitlin Bennett shivers in fear, holding the latest in a string of notes from a deranged "fan." No longer able to endure the growing terror alone, Caitlin agrees to hire ex-cop Connor "Mac" McKee as a bodyguard.

With Mac's protection, Caitlin begins to feel safe again. But when two more victims are discovered, each bearing a remarkable resemblance to Caitlin, they realize that she's the target. And that a deranged killer is now coming to claim his final victim....

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Whether she's writing as Sharon Sala or Dinah McCall, this author invariably delivers emotionally compelling stories. Snowfall is a powerfully dramatic romantic suspense story about the search for a serial killer. As snow falls on Manhattan, it blankets the city in its purity, covering the body of a young woman who was killed for no other reason than her chance resemblance to bestselling mystery writer Caitlin Bennett. Caitlin herself is chilled by the fact that the police have dismissed her concerns about the hate mail an unknown "fan" has been sending her, discounted the bomb threat her publisher has received, and decided that her recent fall into the path of a truck was an unrelated accident. Her editor, Aaron, is alarmed enough by these "coincidences" to ask his stepbrother, ex-cop Connor "Mac" McKee, to become Caitlin's bodyguard. Mac agrees, outraged by the fact that anyone's been treated as Caitlin has been, despite the fact that the last time they met (after Aaron set them up for a date) it was loathing at first sight. This time, everything is different. With Mac practically glued to Caitlin's side, they set out to discover who is behind this deadly scheme -- and why. The trouble is, the killer could be anyone, and death is coming closer every day.

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By Sharon Sala


Copyright © 2006 Sharon Sala
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ISBN: 0778324001

You will suffer for the sin.

Caitlin Bennett took a deep, shaky breath as she reread the letter in her hand. No matter how many times she read it, the warning didn't change. It was the latest in a chain of hate mail she'd been receiving for the past six months. Each one she received was worse than the last.

When they'd first started coming, she'd chalked it up to nothing more than a disgruntled fan. As C. D. Bennett, bestselling mystery author, it wasn't the first weird fan letter she'd ever received. But when the second, and then the third, came, each with a similar message of retribution, she began to get nervous. Public figures were often murdered with less provocation.

Deciding to err on the side of caution, she had called Boran Fiorello, an old friend of the family and a detective with the 45th precinct. When she showed him the letters, he was most understanding but didn't consider them truly threatening, and as she looked back, she could understand his reaction.

The first three letters were almost ambivalent, written in an "I don't like you because" style. It was no wonder he wasn't impressed. Fiorello had sent her home with a pat on the back and a promise to take her out to dinner sometime soon.

But the letters kept coming, each one a bit more threatening than the last and renewing her anxiety. Certainthat Fiorello would take these more seriously, she called him again. That time his response had been brief, almost distracted. He'd told her that there was no law against not liking what she wrote and no law against telling her about it. Short of receiving an actual physical threat, which she had not, he didn't think she had anything to worry about. Feeling suitably chastened, she'd given up, even though the tone of the letters continued to darken.

Now she had just over two dozen, and all very obviously from the same person. The last one had come this morning. The bright crimson of a felt tip pen on white paper was eye-catching; part of what the writer most likely intended. But it was the perfect bloodred drops added to the bottom of each word that gave her chills. The letters appeared to be seeping blood, and where there should have been a signature, there was an accumulating pool of blood instead. It was the perfect visual assault -- horrifying without striking a single blow.

She was scared -- as scared as she'd ever been in her life -- yet there was nothing but words on which to base her fear. She'd never been accosted, never received a threatening phone call, never had one moment when she'd experienced physical danger.

A small clock on her desk began chiming the hour, and as it did, she jumped at the sound. Dismayed by the time, she put the letter in the file with all the others and then hurried to her bedroom.

In less than an hour, a car would arrive to take her to DBC Studios. Kenny Leibowitz, her publicist, had arranged her personal appearance on the Live with Lowell show to promote Dead Lines, her newest release. She didn't like the publicity part of the business, but she dealt with it. Doing television was her least favorite thing, especially when it was on the DBC network. She began a mental countdown of the interview as she put on her makeup.

Inevitably the host of this particular show seemed bent on bringing up the fact that her father was Devlin Bennett, who, among other things, had founded Devlin Broadcasting Company. After that, he seemed compelled to mention that when her father died, he'd left all his millions and his holdings, which included DBC, to Caitlin. Doing television meant she had to cope with the one-liners about owning the network and buying her way into fame. It didn't seem to matter to the glib talk-show host that her books had an average eighty-five percent sell-through, which was phenomenal in and of itself. All Lowell was looking for was the laugh. She didn't like his snide remarks, but she dealt with them in a witty and urbane manner, giving the host as good as he gave. To his credit, he loved it -- and her. He didn't know that Caitlin was cringing inside, or that she would much rather have been home watching videos of old movies and having her favorite snack, a peanut butter and dill pickle sandwich. To too many people in the world, she was a poor little rich girl who played at being a writer. Although her father had been dead for almost five years, Caitlin had been forced to accept the fact that she would forever live in his shadow. Not for the first time, she was wishing for a man in her life, and maybe children. She wasn't just afraid, she was lonely. But wishing didn't produce results.

Her makeup finished, she rummaged through her closet, snatching the first warm black outfit she came to, and began to dress. One good thing about being a writer -- nobody expected you to look pretty. You just had to be smart. By the time her car arrived, she was ready and waiting.

"So...Caitlin...may I call you Caitlin, or should I say Ms. Bennett? After all, you are my boss."

Caitlin smiled what she hoped was a forgiving smile and tried not to wince. God. Where did they get those people? Ron Lowell was an attractive man, but his brain seemed stuck on Rewind. This was the fourth time in as many years that she'd been on his show promoting a book, and he always started her interview in the exact same way. "I don't care what you call me, as long as you buy the book," Caitlin quipped.

The audience roared, and Ron Lowell beamed. The interview was getting off to a good start. He picked up the book and made a pretense of flipping through the pages, although his focus was definitely on the swell of her breasts beneath the black knit dress she was wearing.

"So the new book is called Dead Lines. Tell us about it."

Caitlin leaned forward. "It's a murder mystery, Ron."

He grinned. She'd fed him the perfect line. "Which means you're not going to tell us anything juicy?"

Another round of titters floated up from the audience. Although Lowell couldn't see them, he thrived on the sound.

"I didn't say that," Caitlin said. "I will tell you that it has nothing to do with meeting a deadline. Picture this, if you will. A beautiful inn in the Adirondacks filled with people who've come for an enjoyable weekend. An early winter storm drops two feet of snow on the mountains, making the roads impassable and snowing everyone in. All the utilities go out. No phones. No electricity. No communication with the outside world. Then people start to die...and not from natural causes."

""Oooh, I get it," Lowell said. "Dead lines of communication." Then he began wiggling his eyebrows in mock fright. "And the killer must be one of the guests, because no one can get in or out, right?"

Caitlin just smiled.

Lowell beamed back. "I know. I know. Read the book."

"Ah...brains to go with all those good looks," Caitlin said.

The audience laughed again, and Ron Lowell glowed in appreciation.

Minutes later they broke for commercial and Caitlin got up to leave. Lowell stood to shake her hand, and when he did, held it a little longer than usual.

"How about some dinner after the show?" Caitlin smiled as she slipped her hand out of Lowell's grasp.

"Ron, I would love it, but another time, okay? I'm on a real deadline with my next book, and I need to work. Thanks for a wonderful interview, though, and I hope you enjoy the book."

She was so smooth he never knew he'd been brushed off. By the time she got off stage, she was sick to her stomach from nerves.

"Caitlin, darling! You were marvelous, as always."

Caitlin made a face at Kenny as he helped her into her coat.

"Next time you better ask me first before you book one of these things. I need more warning."

Kenny kissed the side of her cheek, then winked. "Of course," he said, straightening her coat on her shoulders. "It's cold as a witch's tit outside tonight. Looks like it might even snow."

Caitlin shivered at the thought and ignored the fact that he hadn't promised anything regarding her scheduling. She sighed, reminding herself that he was only doing his job, then shivered. She hated winter. If it weren't for the promotions Kenny had set up here in the city for the new book, she would have gone south weeks ago.

As she began to button up her coat, Kenny caught her hands in his own.

"Let me, dear," he said. "Your fingers are almost blue. Didn't you bring gloves?"

"I think I left them in the car."

"Poor baby," Kenny murmured, as he buttoned her up, then clasped her hands in his, pretending to warm them.

What he wanted was to hold her hand, and Caitlin knew it. He had been making delicate passes at her for some time now, and it was all she could do to fend him off without ruining their working relationship.

"They're warmer now. Thanks," Caitlin said, and stuck her hands into her pockets as one of the producers led them through the backstage maze to an exit door.

The limousine was waiting just outside in the alley.

Kenny opened the door before the driver could get out. Caitlin stepped into the interior, settling into the luxurious leather and bone-melting warmth with relief.

""Oooh, this heat feels so good," she sighed. "Why on earth do they always keep those studios so cold?"

"Money, honey," Kenny said, and slid as close to her as he could get. "Here, put on your gloves. I don't want my best girl to get sick."


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Meet the Author

Adventure is more than a code word to USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Christina Skye. The globe-trotting China scholar has savored snake meat in Shanghai and tracked obscure folk art in Canton. She shoots firearms, treks off-road on her motorcycle and hikes mountains with equal passion. For her devoted readers she serves up a signature blend of action, high-tech adventure and romantic suspense with "snappy dialogue" and an unerring ability to keep "the narrative energy high and the pacing swift," according to Publishers Weekly.

Her twenty-two novels have earned impressive spots on the Publishers Weekly bestseller list, four weeks at number one on the Waldenbooks Romance Bestseller list, and repeated positions on USA Today's bestseller list. After Skye received her doctorate in classical Chinese literature, she wrote five internationally acclaimed art and cultural guides to China while also working as a consultant to the National Geographic Society and the American Museum of Natural History. In 1990 her first novel sold to a publisher in six days.

Skye's books always feature smart, stubborn women (yes, even in her historical romances!) and tough men. She has written nine contemporary works of romantic suspense with police/military themes, six historical romances and a series of seven wildly popular paranormal romances set at a haunted English abbey. Currently she is working on the sixth book in her acclaimed Code Name series, featuring tough, smart women teamed with white-hot Navy SEALs. Adventure, humor and sizzling passion are her trademarks. Two of her Code Name books have been chosen as Cosmopolitanmagazine Book Club Selections. Code Name: Princess was also a Borders Best Romance of 2004 and Readersread.com Best Book of 2004. Code Name: Blondie stayed on the USA Today list for three weeks. Her books have been translated into eight languages.

In addition to frequent standing-room-only appearances at writing conferences and workshops, Skye has appeared on numerous television and radio programs, including Geraldo! ABC Worldwide News, Travel News Network, the Arthur Frommer Show, Voice of America, Looking East, Good Morning, Arizona and Good Morning, San Diego.

While researching her latest Navy SEAL adventure, Code Name: Bikini, during the Authors at Sea cruise organized by Levy Entertainment, Skye scored an exclusive interview with the head pastry chef aboard a Carnival Cruise ship. She went behind the scenes, spending several hours in the galley learning the ins and outs of shipboard life. In addition to finding four great ways to kill her villain, she came away amazed by the staff's skill and dedication in a fast-paced profession.

When this bestselling author isn't testing her Jeep's transmission off-road, you'll find her at work on her next Code Name Navy SEAL adventure for HQN books.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book so much. Sharon Sala definitely has a way with words. I got caught up in the romance and suspense so much that I'm thinking of making a collection of all her books. I can't wait to read all her other books!! And the crazy part is that i'm only 13!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
A beautiful author, a mysterious serial killer, and a hunky bodyguard are just a few of the elements that make this novel superb romantic suspense. Caitlin Bennett, wealthy mystery writer, has been receiving threatening letters, which don¿t seem serious to the police until she is pushed into the path of an oncoming truck. When her editor Aaron Workman learns of her ¿accident¿, he contacts his stepbrother, ex-cop and security company owner Connor McKee.

Upon Caitlin¿s release from the hospital, Connor returns with her to her New York penthouse apartment to install a security system and keep guard over her. Connor and Caitlin have never gotten along and continue to struggle to be civil to each other as Caitlin¿s letters become more threatening. When the police become involved and a link between Caitlin¿s case and several murders becomes apparent, Connor becomes more protective than ever. The evolution of romance between Caitie and Mac is rather inventive as intense animosity turns to desire. Can Mac protect Caitlin from the unknown threat before it is too late?

Ms. Sala has penned an intensely suspenseful novel with both depth and substance. Supporting characters abound including Aaron the editor, Kenny, the publicist, and several of New York¿s finest (police). With skillful writing, suspects are carefully eliminated from list of possible criminals until the reader is left with only one likely perpetrator. And the connection between Caitlin and the evildoer is intricately woven into the plot line and adds another dimension to this read. For sure-fire romantic suspense, Ms. Sala¿s latest can¿t be beat.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely love it!!! Cant stop reading it.
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This book was absolutely amazing! I enjoyed it to the fullest extent. It has a wonderful blend of love and excitement that will keep you engaged throughout!
CarolSC More than 1 year ago
Was a little slow moving than most of Sharon's books but still good.
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songbirdsue More than 1 year ago
This book grabbed my interest from the very first page and is a page-turner. The characters are well defined and develop throughout the story. The protagonists are believable and sympathetic, you feel that you know and love them. The other characters are interesting and the villain is really twisted and scary. I did not figure out who the killer was until it was revealed to us. (I am usually good at this) There were a lot of suspects. There is a gay character which some may want to know about before they read it.
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I really loved this book. The "villian" was unexpected due to some of the twists in the story.
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