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In a southern California town ablaze with sordid secrets, a free-spirited biologist and a straitlaced sheriff join forces to investigate a suspicious killing—and find themselves getting a little too close to the flames…
Shay Phillips knows her way around Dark Canyon. She’s handy with a gun and can track a wild animal with the best of them. It’s humans who usually give her the most trouble. And with a hormonally charged teenage brother to raise—and an admitted weakness for the wrong kind of man—they’re giving her plenty of trouble these days. Then there’s the matter of murder. As an expert on mountain lions, Shay is skeptical when a local prostitute turns up mauled without a drop of blood near the body.
Now, together with the town’s newly arrived sheriff, Luke Meza—a Las Vegas city boy with his own dark secrets—Shay must navigate a dangerous valley filled with angry ex-lovers, unfaithful spouses, and poisonous snakes in a desperate search for the killer. But when suspicion falls on her own brother, and her attraction to Luke rages into a full-on erotic affair, can Shay quell the fires inside her long enough to uncover the truth?
- Sales Rank: #1956817 in Books
- Brand: Sorenson, Jill
- Published on: 2009-08-25
- Released on: 2009-08-25
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.89" h x 1.15" w x 4.17" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 432 pages
About the Author
Jill Sorenson’s family moved from a small town in Kansas to a suburb of San Diego when she was twelve. In the past twenty years, she hasn’t lost her appreciation for sunny weather, her fascination with the Pacific Ocean, or her love for Southern California culture. She still lives in San Diego with her husband, Chris, and their two small children, and is happily working on her next novel.
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Chapter One
Shay opened her eyes with a low moan. Her ears were ringing, her mouth was dry, and her head pounded with every heartbeat. From the blurry-edged space beside the bed, the telephone continued to shrill.
She blinked until the numbers on the digital clock came into focus: 4:52 a.m.
Reaching out, she fumbled for the receiver. "Hello?" she croaked, rolling onto her back and squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of nausea lapped over her. Her voice sounded like crushed gravel.
Another voice, one that was far more pleasant, low-pitched and even-toned, drifted into her ear, awakening a new level of consciousness. "This is Sheriff Meza with the Tenaja Falls Police Department. May I speak with Shay Phillips, please?"
He paused between her first and last name, as if reading it from a piece of paper. Although he was a complete stranger, he spoke with assurance and authority, like a man who was accustomed to getting what he wanted.
Something about his voice made her toes curl up under the covers.
Her headache throbbed and receded, throbbed and receded. Then the meaning of his words penetrated the fog surrounding her brain. "What?" she said, bolting upright.
"May I speak with . . ."
Barely listening, she dragged her tired body out of bed and stumbled across the room. All knees and elbows in the best of circumstances, she was extra-clumsy after a rare night of overindulgence. She hadn't felt this wrecked since her twenty-first birthday.
Five years ago exactly.
The room shifted, sending her careening into a set of dresser drawers, and she caught her hip on the edge. A bolt of agony shimmied down her leg, but she ignored it, lurching out into the hallway, toward the extra bedroom.
The door that loomed before her was littered with graffiti. A collage of crass bumper stickers, CD album covers, and website graphics ate up every inch of available space. Most of the images were angry and some of the words were profane, but Shay drew the line at pornography. If her little brother wanted to look at naked women, he could refer to the material stuffed under his mattress like a normal teenage boy.
At eye level, a magazine clipping featuring an airborne skateboarder urged her to "Get Bent." Beyond the door, she could hear music, not loud enough to melt eardrums, so he was probably asleep.
She rapped her knuckles against it. "Dylan?"
"Do I have the wrong number?" Sheriff Meza asked.
"Hang on," she said into the phone, twisting the doorknob. A few months ago he'd locked the door and climbed out the window, leaving the music blaring to throw her off. Since then, she'd removed the lock, but she hadn't entered his room uninvited.
She didn't want to walk in on him . . . doing anything.
Dylan was home, to her relief. To her chagrin, he wasn't asleep, nor was he alone. Angel Martinez, her next-door neighbor's dark-haired, wild-eyed daughter, was underneath him, digging her fingernails into his naked back.
The phone fell from her hand, landing with an audible thud on the worn carpet.
Dylan hadn't heard it ring, and he hadn't heard her knock, but he heard that. Looking over his shoulder, he fixed her with a murderous glare. "Get out."
Too horrified to do otherwise, she pulled the door shut and closed her eyes with a wince, trying to dispel the image. It registered, somewhat belatedly, that this was her house and she was in charge. Dylan was underage, and so was Angel, as far as she knew.
"I'm going to open this door again in two minutes," she warned, raising her voice. "Two minutes!"
Her head swelled with pain, making her dizzy. At her feet, Sheriff Meza was silent.
She picked up the phone. "This is Shay Phillips. Sorry about that."
"No problem," he replied smoothly. "I wouldn't have called so early, but we have a wildlife situation, and I was given your name."
She frowned, trying to focus on the conversation -instead of what was going on behind Dylan's bedroom door. Local law enforcement contacted her on occasion, if a mountain lion had been spotted in the area, but that wasn't the kind of news she needed to get out of bed for. This was rural Southern California. Mountain lions lived here.
"This is a lion situation?" she interpreted.
"Yes. I was hoping you could offer your expertise."
"How?"
"Well, there's been a fatality."
Her jaw dropped. "A human fatality?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God," she said. Mountain lion sightings were infrequent, attacks extremely rare, and fatalities . . . a person was more likely to be struck by lightning. "Are you sure?"
"No," he admitted. "I'd like for you to take a look at the scene."
She swallowed sickly. This hangover was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better. "Of course," she said anyway, her pulse racing. "Where is it?"
"On the outskirts of town. Kind of hard to get to. If you don't mind, I'll pick you up and take you there myself."
"Okay. Let me give you my address."
"I already have it," he said. "I can be there in about ten minutes."
Rubbing her aching temple, she groaned a reluctant agreement.
"See you then," he said, and hung up.
Shay pulled the receiver away from her ear and stared at it in disbelief. Was any of this really happening? She got a flash of how she must look standing outside her brother's room in her underwear, half-drunk, half-asleep.
No wonder the kid had issues.
Shaking her head, which felt too heavy for her shoulders, she stalked back into her own room and returned the phone to its cradle. After tugging on a pair of jeans, she ducked into the bathroom and turned on the fluorescent light.
Upon seeing her reflection, she grimaced. Even blurry, it was bad. Puffy eyelids, raccoon eyes, pale lips. Freckles everywhere. She'd tried to wash off her makeup last night, but the attempt hadn't been very successful.
"Damned waterproof mascara," she grumbled, leaning over the sink to splash her face again. Feeling dehydrated, she drank several mouthfuls of water from her cupped hands. Her stomach lurched in protest.
When it settled, she straightened, studying the woman in the mirror. "I will never drink again," she muttered, lifting a hand to her tangled hair.
It was a promise she'd made more than once, especially in her college days, because she'd never had a head for alcohol. Since coming home to Tenaja Falls she'd had few opportunities to engage in this kind of foolishness. Stepping back into her role as Dylan's caretaker, managing the run-down house her parents had abandoned, and working hard to put food on the table hadn't left her a lot of time to cut loose.
Trying to comb her hair only amplified her headache. Abandoning the effort, she tied it back, brushed her teeth, and called it good.
This was not going to be an "I feel pretty" day.
She sat at the foot of the bed to pull on thick socks and the scuffed hiking boots she used for work. Grabbing one of Dylan's old sweatshirts, a faded black hoodie, she walked back out into the hallway, squaring her shoulders for another confrontation.
She had at least five minutes left before the sheriff came.
Outside her brother's door, she took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock. Before she got a chance, Dylan wrenched it open. He stood there blocking the doorway, trying to look as menacing as possible, which would have worked better for him if he'd been wearing a shirt.
Her brother wasn't exactly a beanpole, but at seventeen, and six-two, he'd yet to grow into his height. He was all raw bones and sharp edges, as skinny as she'd been at that age. Shay's heart ached for him, for what she knew he was going through.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Can I come in?"
In lieu of a response, he shoved the door against the wall and threw himself down on the unmade bed. Tucking his hands behind his head, he scowled up at the ceiling, waiting for his punishment.
Shay didn't know where to begin. She looked around her, as if the answer might be hidden amidst piles of schoolbooks and dirty clothes. Like his choice of artwork on the bedroom door, she didn't hassle him about how he kept his room. He did his own laundry, and judging by the amount of time he spent in the shower, he was the cleanest boy in the neighborhood.
Angel Martinez was gone, having crawled out the window she came in, presumably. Shay sank into the only chair in the room. "How old is she?"
His blue eyes flew to hers in surprise. He must have expected her to talk at him, not to him. "Eighteen," he said.
She was too tired to feel relief. "I don't see her at the bus stop anymore. Did she graduate?"
He shifted on the bed. "No. Her dad makes her stay home."
Shay figured Fernando Martinez needed all the help he could get. His wife had run off a few years ago, leaving him to raise their five children on his own. Speaking of which . . . "Are you using protection?"
His mouth thinned with annoyance. "I would have, but we didn't get that far." He glared at her. "You ruin everything."
Despite her headache, she smiled.
"Where are you going?"
Tension twisted inside her empty stomach, reminding her that she should try to eat something before she left. "The new sheriff called. I guess there's been some kind of freak accident. A lion attack."
His brows lifted. "Really? Cool."
"Someone's dead. Not cool."
He studied her appearance. "You look like crap."
"Yes," she agreed with a sigh, a...
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Well, glad I bothered with her second offering
By Salisbury
I was very happy to discover this new to me author with Crash into Me. I actually thought this one was even better than the first book, and I like that one very much. I really liked the female and male leads and the way their reluctance to open romantically to each other played out in the midst of all the sexual tension and wild life/small town killing plot.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
Great second book
By carmen
After reading Jill Sorenson's first Book Crash Into Me I put her on my auto buy list. I wasn't let down. The book is very good and all I can say is the fertility cave, priceless.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Enjoyable
By Carolyn Gwaltney
Well-done romantic suspense with the emphasis on romantic. The suspense plot was good, but took a back seat to the character development and the romantic relationships. (That's not a problem, just an FYI.) Ms. Sorenson handled the transitions between the four major characters well, and the book read smoothly. I didn't quite buy into the speed at which the relationship between the adult protagonists progressed (pretty much the entire book takes place over four days), but I can suspend disbelief for that. One heads-up: as in Crash Into Me, there is a parallel story involving two teens, one 17 and one 18. While I feel Ms. Sorenson handles these characters and their relationship realistically, I would prefer a "fade to black" approach to teen sexual activity. If you're like me and don't want to visualize a naked 17 year old, then be forewarned. Otherwise, Set the Dark on Fire is a better than average romantic suspense and I look forward to more from Jill Sorenson.
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