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White Lies (Kell Sabin Series #4)
     

White Lies (Kell Sabin Series #4)

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by Linda Howard
 

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Nothing could have prepared Jay Granger for the arrival of two FBI agents at her door -- or for the news they brought. Her ex-husband, Steve, had been in a terrible accident that had left him gravely injured. The FBI needed Jay to confirm his identity.

The man Jay finds lying in the hospital bed is almost unrecognizable. Almost. Exhausted and afraid, Jay

Overview

Nothing could have prepared Jay Granger for the arrival of two FBI agents at her door -- or for the news they brought. Her ex-husband, Steve, had been in a terrible accident that had left him gravely injured. The FBI needed Jay to confirm his identity.

The man Jay finds lying in the hospital bed is almost unrecognizable. Almost. Exhausted and afraid, Jay tentatively declares that he is Steve Crossfield. But the man who awakens from the coma is not at all as Jay remembers her husband. And he remembers nothing of their life together. Suddenly nothing is familiar. Not his appearance, not the intensity of his nature, not the desire that flashes between them. Who is this man? And will the discovery of his identity shatter the passion they share?

Editorial Reviews

Howard's writing is compelling." (Publisher's Weekly)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781551667331
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
10/01/2003
Series:
Kell Sabin Series , #4
Pages:
256
Product dimensions:
4.28(w) x 6.72(h) x 0.69(d)

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White Lies


By Linda Howard

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-55166-733-9


Chapter One

In ranking the worst days of her life, this one probably wasn't number one, but it was definitely in the top three.

Jay Granger had held her temper all day, rigidly controlling herself until her head was throbbing and her stomach burning. Not even during the jolting ride in a succession of crowded buses had she allowed her control to crack. All day long she had forced herself to stay calm despite the pent-up frustration and rage that filled her, and now she felt as if she couldn't relax her own mental restraints. She just wanted to be alone.

So she silently endured having her toes stepped on, her ribs relocated by careless elbows, and her nostrils assailed by close-packed humanity. It began to rain just before she got off the last bus, a slow, cold rain that had chilled her to the bone by the time she walked the two blocks to her apartment building. Naturally she didn't have an umbrella with her; it was supposed to have been a sunny day. The clouds hadn't cleared all day long.

But at last she reached her apartment, where she was safe from curious eyes, either sympathetic or jeering. She was alone, blessedly alone. A sigh of relief broke from her lips as she started to close the door; then her control cracked and she slammed the door with every ounce of strength in her arm. It crashed against the frame with a resounding thud, but the small act of violence didn't release her tension. Trashing her entire office building might help, or choking Farrell Wordlaw, but both those actions were denied her.

When she thought of the way she had worked for the past five years, the fourteen-and sixteen-hour days, the work she had brought home on the weekends, she wanted to scream. She wanted to throw something. Yes, she definitely wanted to choke Farrell Wordlaw. But that wasn't appropriate behavior for a professional woman, a chic and sophisticated executive in a prestigious investment-banking firm. On the other hand, it was entirely appropriate for someone who had just joined the ranks of the unemployed.

Damn them.

For five years she had dedicated herself to her job, ruthlessly stifling those parts of her personality that didn't fit the image. At first it had been mostly because she needed the job and the money, but Jay was too intense to do anything by half measures. Soon she had become caught up in the teeming rat race - the constant striving for success, for new triumphs, bigger and better deals - and that world had been her life for five years. Today she had been kicked out of it.

It wasn't that she hadn't been successful; she had. Maybe too successful. Some people hadn't liked dealing with her because she was a woman. Realizing that, Jay had tried to be as straightforward and aggressive as any man, to reassure her clients that she would take care of them as well as a man could. To that end she had changed her habits of speech, her wardrobe, never let even a hint of a tear sparkle in her eyes, never giggled, and learned how to drink Scotch, though she had never learned to enjoy it. She had paid for such rigid control with headaches and a constant burning in her stomach, but nevertheless she had thrown herself into the role because, for all its stresses, she had enjoyed the challenge. It was an exciting job, with the lure of a fast trip up the corporate ladder, and for the time being, she had been willing to pay the price.

Well, it was over, by decree of Farrell Wordlaw. He was very sorry, but her style just wasn't "compatible" with the image Wordlaw, Wilson & Trusler wanted to project. He deeply appreciated her efforts, et cetera, et cetera, and would certainly give her a glowing reference, as well as two weeks' notice to get her affairs in order. None of that changed the truth, and she knew it as well as he. She was being pushed out to make room for Duncan Wordlaw, Farrell's son, who had joined the firm the year before and whose performance always ranked second, behind Jay's. She was showing up the senior partner's son, so she had to go. Instead of the promotion she'd been expecting, she'd been handed a pink slip.

She was furious, with no way to express it. It would give her the greatest satisfaction to walk out now and leave Wordlaw scrambling to handle her pending work, but the cold, hard fact was that she needed her salary for those two weeks. If she didn't find another well-paying job immediately, she would lose her apartment. She had lived within her means, but as her salary had gone up so had her standard of living, and she had very little in savings. She certainly hadn't expected to lose her job because Duncan Wordlaw was an underachiever!

Whenever Steve had lost a job, he'd just shrugged and laughed, telling her not to sweat it, he'd find another. And he always had, too. Jobs hadn't been that important to Steve; neither had security. Jay gave a tight little laugh as she opened a bottle of antacid tablets and shook two of them into her hand. Steve! She hadn't thought about him in years. One thing was certain, she would never be as uncaring about unemployment as he had been. She liked knowing where her next meal was coming from; Steve liked excitement. He'd needed the hot flow of adrenaline more than he'd needed her, and finally that had ended their marriage.

But at least Steve would never be this strung out on nerves, she thought as she chewed the chalky tablets and waited for them to ease the burning in her stomach. Steve would have snapped his fingers at Farrell Wordlaw and told him what he could do with his two weeks' notice, then walked out whistling. Maybe Steve's attitude was irresponsible, but he would never let a mere job get the best of him.

Well, that was Steve's personality, not hers. He'd been fun, but in the end their differences had been greater than the attraction between them. They had parted on a friendly basis, though she'd been exasperated, as well. Steve would never grow up.

Why was she thinking of him now? Was it because she associated unemployment with his name? She began to laugh, realizing she'd done exactly that. Still chuckling, she ran water into a glass and lifted it in a toast. "To the good times," she said. They'd had a lot of good times, laughing and playing like the two healthy young animals they'd been, but it hadn't lasted.

Then she forgot about him as worry surged into her mind again. She had to find another job immediately, a well-paying job, but she didn't trust Farrell to give her a glowing recommendation. He might praise her to the skies in writing, but then he would spread the word around the New York investment-banking community that she didn't "fit in." Maybe she should try something else. But her experience was in investment banking, and she didn't have the financial reserves to train for another field.

With a sudden feeling of panic, she realized that she was thirty years old and had no idea what she was going to do with her life. She didn't want to spend the rest of it making deals while living on her nerves and an endless supply of antacid tablets, spending all her free time resting in an effort to build up her flagging energy. In reacting against Steve's let-tomorrow-take-care-of-itself-while-I-have-fun-today philosophy, she had gone to the opposite extreme and cut fun out of her life.

She had opened the refrigerator door and was looking at her supply of frozen microwave dinners with an expression of distaste when the doorman buzzed. Deciding to forget about dinner, something she'd done too often lately, she depressed the switch. "Yes, Dennis?"

"Mr. Payne and Mr. McCoy are here to see you, Ms. Granger," Dennis said smoothly. "From the FBI."

"What?" Jay asked, startled, sure she'd misunderstood.

(Continues...)



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Meet the Author

Linda S. Howington is a bestselling romance and suspense author under her pseudonym Linda Howard. Before she became a writer, she was an avid reader and fond of Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. She’s written many bestselling standalone novels including Dying to Please, After the Night, Dream Man, Mr. Perfect, and Troublemaker. Howard also wrote the Lady of the West series of books and the Mackenzie Family Saga series.

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White Lies (Kell Sabin Series #4) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the first Linda Howard book I've ever read, and I fell in love with it. I keep re-reading it. I read as many Linda Howard books I can get my hands on! Every one should read this novel atleast once.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What can I say, I love Linda Howard. Her writting is captivating. You know you have a good book when you're done before you even realize you're close to the end. She really is great. Good reason that she is my favority author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading this book. I have enjoyed reading her books. This is by far one of her best. Thank you sharing this book with us. Looking forward to more of your books .
Guest More than 1 year ago
I usual love Linda Howard books can't put them down. This one I liked the start and the ending but it was a slow read after a while in the hospital.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book when I first read it years ago and it is wonderful to read it again. The female lead falls in love with a bandaged arm attached to a warm body. When the bandages come off then it really heats up.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was an awesome book. I read it in less than 24 hours. The characters are some of the best I've seen her write so far. The suspense of who he is makes the story a fast read. Nevertheless, even though it was an outstanding book. I wish I knew exactly what happened just before the explosion, like what was Steve doing there? Even though there was that small question in my mind, I still enjoyed this book tremendously.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this when it first was first released as a Special Edition back in the late 80's when I had just started reading series romances. 'White Lies' sold me on Linda Howard forever! The 'cell deep' knowing of Jay by Steve and everything about his feelings and actions sold me on Howard's ability to bring her heros to life. If some elements seem far-fetched to some, so what. The characters make the story come to life and make you willing to believe every word.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a wonderful book, I read it in one sitting. The inter-action between the characters was incredible. A must read for Linda Howard fans!!
LindaTownsend More than 1 year ago
There's absolutely nothing that falls short in this book. If you enjoy excellent romantic suspense, I dare you not to love it! The voice was calm and infinitely tender. He didn't understand the words, because unconsciousness still wrapped his mind in layers of blackness, but he heard the voice, felt it, like something warm touching his skin. It made him feel less alone, that tiny, dim contact. Something hard and vital in him focused on the contact, yearning toward it, forcing him upward out of the blackness, even though he sensed the fanged monsters that waited for him, waiting to tear at his flesh with hot knives and brutal teeth. He would have to endure that before he could reach the voice, and he was very weak. He might not make it. Yet the voice reached out to him, pulling at him like a magnet, lifting him out of the deep senselessness that had held him. WHITE LIES by Linda Howard is an engrossing romantic suspense of epic proportions! I literally inhaled it, loving both the characters and the settings. The story is passionate, compelling, emotional and riveting. You may be interested to know that while the audio was recently released in 2015, WHITE LIES was first released in print in 1988. Therefore, if you are familiar with modern day crime solving techniques, the premise of this book would not hold up to the light-of-day today. If you cannot overlook the time period differences, do yourself a favor and don't read this book. BUT, just know that you will be missing out big time! Even with the 1980s references, the suspense and the romantic aspects held my rapt attention. WHITE LIES was such a fantastic listen that I would not hesitate to enjoy it over and over again! Yes, it was that good. Lesa Lockford utterly nailed the narration. Her voice was clear. She differentiated between the characters with realistic-sounding voices. Her performance was so spot on that it gave me chills as I listened, laughing, crying, yearning and trembling along with the characters. I credit Lesa's dramatization with exponentially increasing my enjoyment of the book. This marked the first time I'd ever listened to any of Lesa's works, but it won't be the last as I will most assuredly be picking up more books that she's narrated. WHITE LIES is the fourth book in the author's Rescues series. I can attest that WHITE LIES works very well as a stand-alone and, while I do plan to check out the rest of the series soon, there's no need to enjoy this series in order. WHITE LIES is nothing short of a classic and will be a keeper on my bookshelf! There's absolutely nothing that falls short in this book. If you enjoy excellent romantic suspense, I dare you not to love it! It mesmerized me from the very beginning, holding me under its spell straight through to the edge-of-your-seat finale. Romantic suspense doesn't get better than WHITE LIES! My full review is posted at Reading Between The Wines Book Club. Please check it out there!
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Great read..  recommend the kell sasbin series:  midnight rainbow, diamond bay, heartbreaker and white lies.  Good strong female/male characters.  Please put in nook readable format for series.
reader_824 More than 1 year ago
I love the Kell Sabin series and hope this title will soon be available in ebook format for the NookColor. All of Linda Howard's early works...Cutting Edge; Duncan's Bride and the others need to be available in ebook format.
curlyloulou More than 1 year ago
Mheew....I am not a huge fan of hospital room love...