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New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockman brings readers two beloved stories of men who will stop at nothing to get the women they love….

Love with the Proper Stranger

FBI agent John Miller was on the trail of a notorious female serial killer, and he couldn't blow his cover to anyone. Not even the beguiling Mariah Carver, who had unwittingly entangled herself in a web of deadly deceit. The daring lawman couldn't deny his feelings for ...

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New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockman brings readers two beloved stories of men who will stop at nothing to get the women they love….

Love with the Proper Stranger

FBI agent John Miller was on the trail of a notorious female serial killer, and he couldn't blow his cover to anyone. Not even the beguiling Mariah Carver, who had unwittingly entangled herself in a web of deadly deceit. The daring lawman couldn't deny his feelings for Mariah, but he was poised to wed another woman: the ruthless Black Widow, who marries—then murders—her victims….

Letters to Kelly

For years, a trumped-up charge—and a Central American prison cell—kept Jax Winchester from claiming the girl he loved. Now he was a free man. Or was he? He was still a prisoner, in a jail of his own making. The way out this time? Keep that promise he'd made to Kelly O'Brien all those years ago—and claim her for his own.…

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Editorial Reviews

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"Brockmann deftly delivers another testosterone-drenched, adrenaline-fueled tale of danger and desire that brilliantly combines superbly crafted, realistically complex characters with white-knuckle plotting."
-Booklist on Force of Nature

"Readers will be on the edge of their seats."
-Library Journal on Breaking Point

"Another excellently paced, action-filled read. Brockmann delivers yet again!"
-RT Book Reviews on Into the Storm

"Funny, sexy, suspenseful, and superb."
-Booklist on Hot Target

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373776719
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 2/28/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 692,552
  • Product dimensions: 4.22 (w) x 8.42 (h) x 1.36 (d)

Meet the Author

Suzanne Brockmann
Suzanne Brockmann is an award-winning author of more than fifty books and is widely recognized as one of the leading voices in romantic suspense. Her work has earned her repeated appearances on the New York Times bestseller list, as well as numerous awards, including Romance Writers of America’s #1 Favorite Book of the Year and two RITA awards. Suzanne divides her time between Siesta Key and Boston. Visit her at www.SuzanneBrockmann.com.


Although Suzanne Brockmann can't remember a time when she wasn't scribbling something (one of her earliest masterpieces was an action-packed radio play called "Mice on Mars"), she didn't begin to write seriously until she was married with young children. She spent several years trying to break into the super-competitive field of screenwriting before deciding to try her hand at genre fiction; and, it was only after months of intensive research that she finally homed in on Romance. In June of 1992, she sat down to write her first book. By year's end, she had completed ten manuscripts, and in August of 1993, she sold her first book, the contemporary romance Future Perfect.

Brockmann's first novels were stand-alones. But as her career progressed, she noticed that romance mini-series, with their opportunities for character development and intersecting story lines, had become extremely popular. Seeking to increase her readership, she decided to write a mini-series of her own. She found her "hook" in a magazine article on Navy SEALs and, in 1996, she released Prince Joe, the first novel in her Tall, Dark and Dangerous series. The alpha males of Brockmann's fictional SEAL Team 10 proved to be the perfect romantic heroes, and the series was an immediate hit with readers. Four years later, she launched a second series of military/romantic thrillers centered on the friendships, romances, and working relationships among a team of Navy SEALS and members of an elite security agency called Troubleshooters, Inc. Starting with The Unsung Hero in 2000, the Troubleshooters books have catapulted the author to the top of the charts.

Brockmann is known in the industry as a risk-taker, having written stories around such sensitive topics as interracial romance and homosexuality, In 2004, she garnered attention for her eighth Troubleshooters novel, Hot Target, which involved one of her most popular recurring characters, openly gay FBI agent Jules Cassidy, in a romantic subplot. Brockman, who dedicated the book to her gay son Jason, was not sure how readers would respond. To her surprise, the reaction from gay and straight alike proved positive. She stated on her website: "I love the fact that the world I've created in my books -- a diverse American world filled with the same variety of people who live in my urban American neighborhood -- has been so enthusiastically embraced by readers."

Brockmann's distinctive literary blend has come in for its fair share of praise. Writing in the Chicago Tribune, veteran Booklist reviewer John Charles stated: "Brockmann strikes the perfect balance between white-knuckle suspense and richly emotional romance." And USA Today has called her "[t]he reigning queen of militaray suspense." As further proof of her mainstream appeal, she remains one of a handful of Romance novelists to have made the leap from mass market paperback to hardcover.

Good To Know

In an interview with the online magazine All About Romance, Brockmann says: "I started reading when I was three (my first 'real' book was Beverly Cleary's Here Comes the Bus -- I remember this because no one believed that I was really reading it and I got really upset when my older sister took it back to the school library before I'd finished it!)."

A serious history buff from her youth, Brockmann has read widely on WWII and has been known to incorporate stories from that era into the books of her Troubleshooters series.

Brockmann loves music. She attended Boston University as a film major with a minor in creative writing but dropped out to perform with a rock and roll band. She also sang with and served as music director for a Boston-based a cappella group called "Serious Fun" and produced its first and only CD in 1998.

Brockman is married to novelist Ed Gaffney.

The mother of an openly gay son , Brockmann is a proud member of PFLAG (Parents, Families & Friends of Lesbians & Gays).

In her writing, Brockmann employs a device she calls Deep Point of View. She explains it in an interview with the online writers' journal Writers Write: "In my books, I use subjective point of view, but I'm not satisfied with merely showing the reader what that camera sees from its perch atop a character's head. I bring the camera down, inside of that character's head, so we see the world through that character's eyes. We hear things through his ears. We smell what he smells, feel what he feels, think what he think. With deep POV, I write using words that that character would use. I tell the story with that character's voice."

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John Miller's heart was pounding and his mouth was dry as he awoke with a start. He stood up fast, trying hard to get his bearings, reaching automatically for his gun.

"John, are you all right?"

Christ, he was in his office. He'd fallen asleep with his head on his desk, and now he was standing in his office, with his side arm drawn and his hands shaking.

And Daniel Tonaka was standing in the doorway watching him. Daniel was expressionless, as he often was. But he was gazing rather pointedly at Miller's weapon.

Miller reholstered his gun, then ran both hands across his face. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just fell asleep—or something—for a second."

"Maybe you should go home and go to bed."

Bed. Yeah, right. Maybe in some other lifetime.

"You look like hell, man," Daniel continued.

Miller felt like hell. He needed a case to work on. As long as he was working, the dreams weren't so bad. It was this damned in-between time that was unbearable. "I just need some more coffee."

Daniel didn't say anything. He just looked at Miller. He was relatively new to the bureau—just a kid. He was hardly twenty-five years old, with a young handsome face, high cheekbones and deep brown, exotically shaped eyes that announced his part-Asian parentage. Those eyes held a wisdom that extended far beyond his tender years. And true to the wisdom in his eyes, the kid always knew when to hold his tongue.

Daniel Tonaka could say more with his silence and maybe a lift of one of his dark eyebrows than twenty other men could say if they talked all day.

Miller had had half a dozen new partners since Tony, but Daniel was the only one who had lasted for any length of time. Next week it would be, what? seven months? The kid deserved some kind of award.

Miller knew quite well the reputation he had in the bureau. He was "The Robot." He was a machine, an automaton, letting nothing and no one get in the way of his investigation. He was capable of putting everyone around him into a deep freeze with a single laser-sharp look. Even before Tony had died, Miller had kept his emotions to himself, and he had to admit he'd played his cards even closer to his vest over the past few years.

He was aware of the speculation about his lack of close friends within the bureau, the whispered conversations that concluded he was incapable of emotion, devoid of compassion and humanity. After all, a man who so obviously didn't possess a heart and soul couldn't possibly feel. Some of the younger agents would go well out of their way to avoid him. Hell, some of the older agents did the same. He was respected. With his record of arrests and successful investigations, he'd have to be. But he wasn't well liked. Not that a robot would give a damn about that.

Daniel stepped farther into Miller's office. "Working on the Black widow case?"

Miller nodded, gazing down at the open file on his desk. He'd been studying the photos and information from the latest in a string of connected murders before he'd fallen asleep.

And dreamed about Tony again.

He sat back down in his chair, grimacing at his stiff muscles. Christ, everything ached. Every part of him was sore. He desperately needed sleep, but the thought of going home to his apartment and sinking into his bed and closing his eyes was unbearable. The moment he closed his eyes, he'd be back outside that warehouse. He'd dream about the night that Tony died, and he'd watch it happen all over again. And for the four thousandth time, the choppers would never come. For the four thousandth time, Miller would arrive too late. For the four thousandth time, blowing Domino's ass straight to hell still wouldn't make up for the fact that Tony's brains were smeared across the concrete.

God, the stab of guilt and loss he felt was still so sharp, so piercing. Miller tried to push it away, to bury it deep inside, someplace from which it would never escape. He tried to put more distance between himself and this pain, these emotions. He could do it. He would do it. He was, after all, the robot.

Miller took a swig from a mug of now-cold coffee, trying to ignore the fact that his hand was still shaking. "The killer did her last victim about three months ago." The coffee tasted like something from a stable floor, but at least it moistened his mouth. "Which means she's probably preparing to make another go of it. She's out there somewhere, hunting down husband number eight.

At least we think it's number eight. Maybe there've been more we just don't know about."

"What if she's decided she's rich enough?"

"She doesn't kill for the money." Miller picked up the picture of Randolph Powers, knife blade protruding from his chest as he gazed sightlessly from his seat at the dinner table. "She kills because she likes to." And she was getting ready to do it again. He knew it.

"I haven't had time to look at this file," Daniel admitted, sitting down on the other side of the desk, pulling the report toward him. "Are we sure this is the same woman?"

"Exact M.O. The victim was found in the dining room, cuffed to the chair, with the remains of dinner on the table." Miller ran his fingers through his hair. God, he had a headache. "Opium was found in his system in the autopsy. The entire house was wiped clean of fingerprints. The only photo was a wedding portrait—and the bride's veil was over her face. It's her."

Daniel skimmed the report. "According to this, Powers married a woman named Clarise Harris two and a half weeks prior to his death." He glanced up at Miller. "The honeymoon was barely over. Didn't she usually wait two or three months?"

Miller nodded, rummaging through his desk drawers for his bottle of aspirin. "She's getting impatient." Jackpot. Miller twisted off the aspirin bottle's cap—empty. "Damn. Tonaka, do you have any aspirin in your desk?"

"You don't need aspirin, man. You need sleep. Go home and go to bed."

"If I wanted free advice, I would've asked for it. I think what I asked for was aspirin."

The deadly look Miller gave Daniel was designed to freeze a man in his tracks.

But Daniel just smiled as he stood up. "You know, I really hope we're partners for a good long time, John, because I cannot for the life of me imitate that look. I've tried. I practice every night in my bathroom mirror, but.." He shook his head. "I just can't do it. You have a real God-given talent there. See you later."

Daniel closed the door on the way out and Miller just sat, staring after him, wishing…for what?

If the kid had been Tony, Miller might have told him about the nightmares, about the fact that he was too damn scared even to try to sleep. If the kid had been Tony, Miller might have told him that this morning when he'd gotten on the bathroom scale, he'd found he'd lost twenty pounds. Twenty pounds, just like that.

But Daniel Tonaka wasn't Tony.

Tony was gone. He'd been dead and gone for years.


Miller reached for the phone. "Yeah, John Miller. Put me through to Captain Blake."

It was time to get down to real work on this Black Widow case. Maybe then he could get some damned sleep.

Garden Isle, Georgia, was the best kept secret among the jet set. The beaches were covered with soft white sand. The sky was blue and the ocean, although murky with mineral deposits, was clean. The town itself was quaint, with cobblestone streets and charming brick houses and window boxes that overflowed with brightly colored flowers. Most of the shops were exclusive, the restaurants trendy and four-star and outrageously expensive—except if you knew where to go.

And after two months on Garden Isle, Mariah Robinson knew exactly where to go to avoid the crowds. She loaded her camera and her beach bag into the front basket of her bike and headed toward the beach.

Not toward the quiet, windswept beach that was only several yards from her rental house, but rather toward the usually crowded, always happening beach next to the five-star resort.

Most of the time, she embraced the solitude, often reveling in the noise-dampening sound of the surf and the raucous calls of the seabirds. But today she felt social. Today, she wanted the crowds. Today, just on a whim, she wanted to use her camera to take photographs of people.

Today she was meeting her friend, Serena, for lunch at one of those very same four-star restaurants.

But she was more than an hour early, and she took her bike with her onto the sand. She set it gently on its side and spread her beach blanket alongside it. There was a reggae band playing in the tent next to the resort bar even this early in the morning, and the music floated out across the beach.

She sat in the sun, just watching the dynamics of the people around her.

Some sunbathers lay in chaise lounges, their noses buried in books. Others socialized, talking and flirting in large and small groups. Men and women in athletic gear ran up and down the miles of flat, hard sand at the edge of the water. Others walked or strolled. Still others paraded—clearly advertising their trim, tanned bodies, scantily clad in designer bathing suits.

Mariah took out her camera, focusing on a golden retriever running next to a muscular man in neon green running shorts. She loved dogs. In fact, now that she wasn't shut up in an office each day from dawn till dusk, she was thinking about getting one and—

"Fancy meeting you here this early."

Mariah looked up but the glare from the bright sun threw the face of the woman standing next to her into shadows. It didn't matter. The crisp English-accented voice was unmistakable.

"Hey," Mariah said, smiling as Serena sat down next to her on her blanket.

"I thought you'd sworn off the resort beach," Serena continued, looking at Mariah over the tops of her expensive sunglasses.

Serena Westford was older than Mariah had originally thought when they'd first met a few weeks ago—she was closer to forty than thirty, anyway. Her smile was young though. It was mercurial and charming, displaying perfect white teeth. Her hair was blond with wisps escaping from underneath the big straw hat she always wore, and her trim body was that of a twenty-four-year-old.

She was as cool and confident as she was beautiful. She was everything Mariah wished she could be. Everything Marie Carver wished she could be, Mariah corrected herself. But Marie Carver had purposely been left behind in Phoenix, Arizona. Mariah Robinson was here in Georgia, and Mariah was happy with her life. She went with the flow, calm and relaxed. No worries. No problems. No stress. No jealousy.

Serena was wearing a black thong bathing suit, covered only by a diaphanous short wrap that fluttered about her buttocks and thighs in the ocean breeze, leaving only slightly more than nothing to the imagination. Despite the fact that Serena Westford was no longer a schoolgirl, she was one of the minuscule percentage of the population who actually looked good in a thong bikini.

Mariah let herself hate her friend—but only for a fraction of a second. So what if Mariah was destined never to wear a similarly styled bathing suit? So what if Mariah was the exact physical opposite of petite, slender, golden Serena? So what if Mariah was just over six feet tall, broad shouldered, large breasted and athletically built? So what if her hair was an unremarkable shade of brown curls, always messy and impossible to control? So what if her eyes were brown? Light brown, not that dark-as-midnight intriguing shade of brown, or cat green like Serena's.

Mariah was willing to bet that behind Serena West-ford's cool, confident facade, there lurked a woman with a thousand screaming anxieties. She probably worked out two hours each day to maintain her youthful figure. She probably spent an equal amount of time on her hair and makeup. She was probably consumed with worries and stress, poor thing.

"I just came down here to violate the photographic rights of these unsuspecting beachgoers," Mariah told her friend, unable to hide a smile.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2012

    Don't get sample

    The sample only has copyright, table of contents, etc., no actual story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2012

    Adore letters to kelly

    The first book had me wanting to wring john's neck. But i loved letters to kelly. Completely wonderfully unrealistically unapologetically sappy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013


    I have read many Suzanne Brockman books. Love her Seal and Troubleshooters books. Wasn't sure I would like this one and resisted it for a long time. Finally decided to try it. WOW!!! I sure am glad I did. Really liked John and Mariah in the first story. Would have liked for Serena to suffer a little more, but, what can I say about Jax and Kelly? Loved both of them, but you know who and what I liked best? Jared and Carrie. What a great sub-plot. I'm not going to spoilit. Read it for yourself. See if you agree with me. Bet you will.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2013

    Letters to Kelly

    Absolutely a beautiful story!

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