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  • Jake's Mountain
    by Rose, Arlene

    "I hear screaming." Annie and Jake were asleep in their secluded mountain home
    when they awoke to the sound of someone screaming. But there were no signs of
    anyone there. Unscrupulous developers were trying to buy their mountain to turn
    it into condos, a ski resort and a uranium mine, creating an environmental
    disaster for the land and the town. Could there be a connection between the two?
    When his horse and dog are killed, Jake's brothers return home to help save the
    mountain and solve the mystery of the screaming. All this has only brought Annie
    and Jake closer together, strengthening their deep and passionate love.
    Jake's Mountain
  • Shadowshow
    by Strickland, Brad

    The horrifying tales at the ShadowShow Theater are unique. Under new ownership,
    the theater delivers terrifying scenes of violent sex and gore that pack the
    theater in the small town of Gaither, Georgia each night. New owner Athanial
    Badon never tells the people who push into these midnight movies that it will be
    themselves acting out these horrors on the screen. But when the lights come on,
    the nightmare continues.
  • Assume Nothing
    by Hazelwood, Carol W.

    ASSUME NOTHING is a novel of ruthless deceptions, switched identities, and
    family secrets. Accused of killing her baby half-sister, Cornelia Van Poole, a
    naïve, twenty-year-old classical pianist, flees her tyrannical father and the
    Virginia police. When her train crashes, Cornelia suffers facial damage and is
    mistaken for another woman. This new identity puts her in mortal danger.
    Cornelia stays one step ahead of assassins and the police. When she returns home
    to solve her half-sister's murder, the killers follow. Now her past and future
    Assume Nothing
  • River's Edge
    by Blackstock, Terri

    The cramps woke Morgan at 3:30 a.m., startling her out of a deep slumber. She''d
    been immersed in a dream about a little girl on a swing set, her long brown hair
    flowing on the breeze. She knew without a doubt that the child was the baby she
    was carrying.The cramps offered a stark warning, as if her anxiety had shaped
    into a blunt instrument that bludgeoned her hope.She sat up, her hand pressed
    over her flat stomach, and looked at Jonathan, who slept peacefully next to her.
    Should she wake him to tell him she was cramping, or just be still and wait for
    it to pass?She had taken the home pregnancy test yesterday morning, then
    followed up with a blood test at her doctor''s office that afternoon. Jonathan
    sat in the examining room with her, fidgeting and chattering to pass the time.
    When the nurse came back with the verdict, he sprang to his feet, muscles all
    tense, like a tiger tracking a gazelle.''Before I tell you the results, I need
    to know if I''m bearing good or bad news.''Jonathan glanced at Morgan, and she
    knew he was way too close to calling the woman a smart aleck and warning her not
    to toy with them. ''Come on, just tell us.'' ''But do you want to be pregnant?
    Is good news a yes or a no?''Before he could grab the nurse by the shoulders and
    shake the playfulness out of her, Morgan blurted out, ''Yes! More than
    anything!''''Are we going to have a baby or not?'' Jonathan asked.
    ''Congratulations!'' The word burst out of the nurse''s mouth, and Morgan came
    off the table, flinging herself into his arms, and they yelled like kids as he
    swung her around.They agreed not to announce it until today, so they could share
    that first night of giddy excitement, crushing the secret between them.They
    waited until Caleb, their eighteen-month-old foster child, was sound asleep,
    then went across the street to Hanover House''s private stretch of beach. They
    giggled and danced under the May moonlight, to the music of the waves whooshing
    and frothing against the shore. When they''d finally gone to bed, they lay awake
    until close to midnight, wondering if it would be a girl or a boy, and how soon
    they would be able to see their child on a sonogram. Jonathan held Morgan and
    whispered about soccer games and ballet, piano lessons and PTA.Finally, they had
    both fallen asleep, and now she didn''t want to wake him. It was probably
    nothing. Just something she ate last night. She would have to be more careful
    now.But as the moments dragged on the cramping grew worse, and she couldn''t
    ignore it. She folded her arms across her stomach and slid her feet out of bed.
    She sat up and realized it was worse, even, than she thought. There was
    blood.''Oh, no.'' The words came out loud and unbidden, and Jonathan turned over
    and looked up at her in the night.''Baby, what is it?''She turned on the lamp.
    ''Oh, Jonathan ...''He looked at her with an innocent, terrible dread, expecting
    something, though not clear what. Slowly, he sat up. ''What?''A sob rose in her
    throat as she pointed to the mattress.For a moment they both just stared at it,
    the blood-spot of a dream dying.Their unformed, barely real, secret baby
    dying.Then he jolted out of his stunned stupor and sprang out of bed. ''Are you
    okay?''''I''m losing it.'' The words bubbled up in her throat. ''Jonathan, I''m
    losing the baby!''''We''re going to the hospital. Maybe it''s not what you
    think. Maybe they can stop it.'' He pulled on the jeans hanging over a chair by
    the bed.Maybe he was right. Maybe the baby was still there, nestled in its
    little sac, unscathed by whatever thing had broken loose in her. Or if not,
    maybe the medical staff could ward off danger, stop the impending doom, give her
    some magic pill to make it hang on.She quickly got dressed while Jonathan woke
    Sadie---their seventeen-year-old foster daughter and Caleb''s sister---to tell
    her of the emergency and ask her to listen for her little brother in case they
    weren''t back when he awoke.Then Jonathan helped Morgan out to the car as though
    she were a sick woman who couldn''t walk on her own. She tried not to make
    sudden moves, not to walk too hard, not to cramp so tightly.But it all seemed
    out of her control.''It''s okay, baby,'' Jonathan said as he drove at breakneck
    speed across the island. ''We''ll be in Savannah in no time.''Was it already too
    late? The drive from Cape Refuge to the closest hospital was too far. She cried
    quietly, staring out the windshield, praying that God would intervene. ''God''s
    going to save her,'' he muttered as he drove. ''He has to.''Morgan''s face
    twisted. ''Her ... you said her.'' She looked over at him and saw the tears on
    his face. ''You think it''s a girl?''He didn''t answer. ''God, please ...''She
    sobbed as he drove, her hand pressed against her stomach. What kind of mother am
    I? I couldn''t keep it safe for a day? Her tears were cold against her face in
    the breeze of the air-conditioner.Jonathan''s lips moved in some silent
    monologue---a desperate preacher''s prayer of faith and hope---or the angry
    railing of a seaman who saw terror coming and believed he could head it off with
    enough threats. His hands clutched the steering wheel, and occasionally he
    reached over to touch her with fearful reassurance.Finally, they reached St.
    Joseph''s, and Jonathan pulled up to the emergency room door. He got out and ran
    to Morgan''s side, helped her out. There was blood all over the back of her
    robe, and some of it had soaked into the seat.''I need help here!'' Jonathan
    helped her through the sliding glass door. ''Please, someone help!''But Morgan
    knew there was no help for her baby. It was already too late.@1BM_FIRST = Two
    hours later, they rode home in silence, each mired in their own despair. As
    she''d known he would, the doctor confirmed her fears. She had miscarried her
    child.Guilt and anguish ached through her body.How would Jonathan ever forgive
    her?They both wept quietly as the sun rose over the Atlantic, heralding a day
    that others would find beautiful and welcome. But she would do anything to turn
    the clock back to this time yesterday.Jonathan pulled their car into the shade
    of the red cedars at the end of the gravel driveway. Their house loomed big in
    the morning light, the yellow paint glowing like the sun, the Victorian trim
    clean and white. Gus---one of the home''s residents---had done some repairs on
    the house and coated it with fresh paint a couple of weeks ago. The full ferns
    on the porch overflowed their urns in bright, life-filled green. Impatiens in
    yellow, red, and purple lined the front of the house, well cared for by the
    home''s other residents. It was one of those chores that helped their charges
    integrate back into the world after time on the streets or in jail.
    Cause-and-effect lessons about working hard, taking care, cultivating and
    nurturing, and reaping good results. The testimony of a job well done.She spoke
    that lesson to them so many times, reminding them that obedience to God,
    self-discipline, and love all added up to blessings too numerous to count.Yet
    here she was, a poster child that the opposite was true.The front door to the
    big yellow house was still closed. Maybe that meant that no one was up yet. If
    they were, the door would have been open, letting in light, along with the ocean
    sounds from just across the street, through the glass storm door.Morgan hoped no
    one knew where she''d been. She didn''t want to explain this to anyone but
    Sadie.Jonathan helped her out of the car and walked her up the porch steps.Sadie
    met them at the door, her eyes red-rimmed and worried. ''I''m so glad to see
    you, Morgan!'' She threw her arms around her. ''I thought you were dying or
    something.''''I''m sorry we worried you, honey.'' Morgan held her in a tight,
    reassuring embrace.''Jonathan didn''t say what was wrong. I saw the blood on
    your bed ...''''I''m fine, really.''''But what''s wrong? What happened?''Her
    effort not to cry twisted her face.
    River's Edge
  • Hellboy : The Fire Wolves
    by Lebbon, Tim

    Hellboy is called to Amalfi, Italy, by Franca, a young member of the Esposito
    family. She fears that a dark curse on her family is about to claim her cousin
    as its next victim. Hellboy makes his way to their large home... and he
    encounters a flaming demona fire wolfwhich he successfully fights off. Hellboy
    and Franca make their way to Pompeii, where Franca remembers seeing an image of
    the fire wolf whilst on an archaeological dig. Hellboy unearths the shriveled
    corpse of a demon hunter who was buried during the AD 79 eruption of Vesuvius,
    and it tells him of the fire demon that escaped the grip of the volcano...
    leading to that devastating eruption. As the volcano rumbles again, with a new
    thirst for human blood, an eruption even more devastating than that historical
    catastrophe looks very, very close "Tim Lebbon is an immense talent and he's
    become a new favorite. He has a style and approach unique to the genre." --Joe
    R. Lansdale
    Hellboy : The Fire Wolves
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