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The final storm of the season could be their last.
After barely escaping death when her plane crashed deep in the Rocky Mountains during a snowstorm, Laura Doyle is left with a lingering fear for her life. Her lover, FBI agent Cameron Winger, reassures her that he found her then and always will. But Laura is right to be afraid, because when their engagement is announced it signals to a madman that it's time for his killing spree to begin again.
Twice thwarted by Cameron and his partners, the Stormchaser pairs random acts of God with deliberate acts of evil. His final act of vengeance will finish his twisted vendetta by taking from Cameron the thing he loves most: Laura.
As law enforcement struggles to connect the gruesome murders he's committed to mask his return, the Stormchaser draws closer to his true target. But Cameron and Laura don't realize they're in the eye of the storm—and this time, being unprepared for the onslaught could spell disaster.
- Sales Rank: #154363 in Books
- Published on: 2014-09-30
- Released on: 2014-09-30
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.61" h x .91" w x 4.17" l, .41 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 368 pages
Review
"Skillfully balancing suspense and romance, Sala gives readers a nonstop breath-holding adventure." -Publishers Weekly on GOING ONCE
"Perfect entertainment for those looking for a suspense novel with emotional intensity."
-Publishers Weekly on Out of the Dark
"Vivid, gripping...this thriller keeps the pages turning."
-Library Journal on TORN APART
"Sharon Sala is not only a top romance novelist, she is an inspiration for people everywhere who wish to live their dreams."
-John St. Augustine, host, Power!Talk Radio WDBC-AM, Michigan
"Veteran romance writer Sala lives up to her reputation with this well-crafted thriller."
-Publishers Weekly on Remember Me
"[A] well-written, fast-paced ride."
-Publishers Weekly on Nine Lives
About the Author
Sharon Sala is a native of Oklahoma and a member of Romance Writers of America. She is a NYT, USA Today, Publisher's Weekly, WaldenBooks mass market, Bestselling author of 85 plus books written as Sharon Sala and Dinah McCall. She's a 7 time RITA finalist, Janet Dailey Award winner, 5 time National Reader's Choice Award winner, 4 time Career Achievement Award from RT Magazine, 4 time winner of Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence.
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The climax slammed into Laura Doyle so fast that she lost her mind. She heard Cameron groan as he let go and went with her, riding the bliss of pure lust. She threw her head back and laughed as the last shudder rolled through her. Making love to him was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her, and she didn't ever want it to stop.
"That, my love, was amazing," she said as she locked her fingers around his neck.
"Am I really your love? "
"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes…forever and ever," she said as she pulled him down for one last kiss.
It was the scream of someone shouting Laura's name that woke her, but within seconds she'd gone from the afterglow of a sexy dream to heart-pounding fear as she scrambled to tighten her seat belt. The private jet she'd boarded in Los Angeles was in trouble.
An alarm was sounding inside the cockpit, and the pilot, Ken Price, was shouting at everyone to buckle God in heaven, they were going down!
Marcy, her friend and coworker, who was sitting across the aisle, was crying as she tried to text someone on her cell phone. Laura thought of her sister, Sarah, and then of Cameron, but there was no time for goodbyes. She could hear someone praying, and the nose of the plane was no longer level with the horizon.
Marcy gave her a frantic look and tossed her a folded blanket. Laura caught it in midair and put it in her lap only seconds before she assumed the crash position. Her last conscious thought was that the blanket smelled like mouthwash, and then—impact!
It was pain, rolling, stabbing, unbelievable misery like nothing Laura ever felt, that woke her next. Something wet was running down the side of her face, and she couldn't figure out why the house was so dark. She reached for the bedside table to turn on the light, felt hair and then the side of someone's face, and imagined an intruder had broken into her house, and screamed until the back of her throat closed up from the panic.
The moan that followed was not her own, and that was when she remembered the plane crash. The fact that she was not about to be murdered in bed was a relief, but that she might die in this wreckage after living through the crash was not. The scent of an electrical short was strong, although she couldn't see any flames. She heard another moan, followed by a short, choking gasp.
"Marcy, is that you? Dan? Ken? Anyone?"
No one answered.
"Please, God, don't let this be happening," she whispered, and then realized she was shaking, but not from shock.
It was cold-to-the-bone freezing inside the cabin. She didn't know where they'd crashed, but it was February, and if they had gone down in the Rockies, her troubles had just grown exponentially.
She began fumbling at her waist, trying to undo her seat belt and find the blanket that had been in her lap. In moments she discovered she was flat on her back on the floor between the seats, which meant it was probably Marcy on the floor beside her. She shook her friend's shoulder, trying to get her to wake up.
"Marcy! Where are the blankets? We need the blankets. Can you find yours?"
Marcy didn't say anything, and Laura felt the first symptoms of hypothermia setting in.
"I did not survive this plane crash just to freeze to death," she mumbled, and tried to get up, but her leg was caught, and it was too dark to see how to free herself. Moments later something shifted above her, and she threw her arms up in defensive mode just as a duffel bag fell out of an overhead compartment and onto her chest. The sudden impact sent a pain through her body that was so strong she passed out. When she woke up again, the bag was still on her chest and she was struggling to breathe. If her ribs hadn't been injured in the crash, they were now. Every breath she took hurt, and she was getting light-headed from the pain. She had to find something to keep her warm, or next time she passed out, she might never wake up.
After a few moments of fumbling, she managed to unzip the bag and then began digging among the items until she found what seemed to be a heavy bath towel. When she felt an insignia embroidered in the terry cloth, she guessed this was the complimentary bathrobe that had been on the hook inside each hotel bathroom. This must be Dan's bag. He was notorious for taking things from hotels and then wondering why his credit card bill was higher than everyone else's.
Her hands were trembling as she covered herself with the robe. After that she began piling the rest of the garments from inside the bag on top of the robe, layer after layer. The scent of Dan's aftershave was the last thing she smelled as she passed out again.
The next time she woke up it was morning, and Marcy had rolled away and was lying on her side just out of Laura's reach.
"Marcy! Marcy! Can you hear me?"
Marcy didn't answer.
Laura pushed aside the covers to look at herself and then gasped. Her arms and hands were covered in dried blood, and her fingers were trembling as she began a self-examination.
Her chest hurt—a lot. The blood on her forehead was dried, and her leg was still trapped and aching terribly. When she heard something scratching at the outside of the plane her heart soared. Surely that was their rescuers, already on scene.
"Help! Help! We're in here!" she cried, but no one answered, and the scratching stopped.
When she realized it wasn't people making that noise and they were not being rescued, she broke down in tears, sobbing from pain and disappointment. It took her a few minutes to get her emotions under control and focus on getting free. Now that it was daylight, she could see how to remove the debris under which she'd been trapped.
She sat up slowly, moaning as pain rolled through her midsection, then, one at a time, began moving things aside until she was finally free.
Her leg was throbbing with every heartbeat. She reached down to pull up her pant leg and check it out, then nearly passed out from the pain and stopped. Okay, bending over was a bad idea, but at least when she stood up, her aching leg held her weight.
But her relief was short-lived when she heard a snarl, and then a low, throaty growl from outside the plane and remembered the scratching from before. At that point she panicked again. The thought of falling victim to wild animals was horrifying, but a quick glance about the cabin told her it was still intact.
The good news was that no animals could get to her. The bad news was that Marcy was apparently dead. She began to cry as she set about looking for Dan, and quickly found his body crumpled up in a corner near the door to the pilot's cabin. Her fingers were trembling as she felt for a pulse at the base of his neck. His skin was as cold as the air around them, and there were no signs of life. They had been more than coworkers with the Red Cross. They were her friends, and they were dead. Then she remembered the pilot, Ken Price. He had to be alive. She couldn't do this by herself.
The door leading into the cockpit was ajar. She stepped inside, then slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Ken's eyes were wide-open in a death stare that gave her the chills. All the rest of his facial features had been completely obliterated by the impact.
All of a sudden the walls began to spin around her. She staggered out of the cockpit and slid down the wall into a sitting position, quickly putting her head between her knees to keep from passing out. As the wave of nausea passed, she began to think what to do next, and talking aloud seemed to help her focus.
"I need my coat, and I need to radio for help."
But that meant going back into the cockpit. She forced herself to go, and sobbed all the way through the ordeal of trying to make Ken's radio work, but to no avail.
She didn't know if private jets like this one were equipped with locator beacons, but she was determined not to lose hope. After one brief moment of panic, thinking she might never see Sarah or Cameron again, she had to believe she'd lived through this for a reason. It was time to get practical. She moved back into the cabin, putting on as many pieces of Dan's clothing as she could wear. When she finally found her coat, she threw it over her arm and began searching through the debris for cell phones.
Cameron Winger was on his way out of the Federal Building, buttoning up his coat as he went. He ducked his head against the blast of winter wind as the door swung shut behind him. Tiny flakes of snow lit on his hair like bits of white lace on black satin. He was a tall man with features more refined than his attitude. He didn't like the word no and had no tolerance for ineptitude. He squinted when he was deliberating a decision until his green eyes were barely visible, and there was just the tiniest hint of a dimple in his right cheek. He'd been with the FBI since college and never once regretted the decision.
He was on his way to his car when his cell phone rang. He glanced at caller ID and frowned. Why was Laura's sister, Sarah, calling him?
"Hello?"
"Cameron! Thank God you answered!" His gut knotted when he heard the panic in her voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Laura's plane never landed. It went off radar late yesterday evening."
The world stopped. Cameron felt the bitter bite of winter on his face as he turned away and closed his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Laura was everything to him. Then he took a deep breath and made himself focus.
"She was coming back from that convention in L.A., right?"
"Yes."
"Do they know where it went down?"
"All I know is they're setting up search and rescue somewhere around Denver. Can you go? I'm in Canada. Someone needs to be there for her, and I can't get there fast enough to do any good."
"Absolutely."
"Keep me informed?" she begged.
"Of course," he said, and made a U-turn on the sidewalk, resisting the urge to run as he headed back into the Federal Building.
It took over an hour, but Laura finally found all four cell phones, then, one by one, her hopes were dashed as she failed to get a signal.
"Can you believe it?" she muttered, talking to Marcy as if she could still hear. "Four phones and not a single signal from any of them."
Marcy had nothing to say.
At least during the search for the phones she'd found a first-aid kit, some snacks and two bottles of water. She put the food and water in the farthest corner of the plane, away from the bodies, then made her way to the tiny bathroom. There was no getting around bodily functions, but she had to leave the door open for light so she could see.
When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she stifled a horrified gasp. When she sat down on the commode, she groaned from the pain, and when she got up, she groaned again.
The cut in her hairline had bled into her scalp while she was passed out, leaving her white-blond hair with garish streaks of red. Now it was freeze-dried to her skin and nothing short of multiple scrubbings was going to take it out.
Her face was normally heart-shaped but was swollen on one side more than the other, and her lower lip was puffy and bruised. Her eyes, normally blue, reflected the pain she was suffering to the point that they were almost gray. She was dressed like a scarecrow with all the layers of clothing, but considering the danger of her circumstances, her appearance wasn't worth further consideration.
She stumbled as she came out of the bathroom, grabbed at a seat to keep from falling and then winced from the pain of the added jolt. After a thorough search through the first-aid kit, she found a few butterfly bandages and used them on the cut in her scalp. She chewed and swallowed three extremely bitter aspirin, hoping they were enough to offset the steady throb between her eyes. Used one wet wipe to clean some of the blood from her face and hands, then managed to open one of the bottles of water and took a drink.
It hurt terribly to inhale, and she was guessing her ribs were either broken or severely bruised. She dug farther into the kit and found a couple of ACE bandages. Reluctantly, she removed enough clothing to wrap up her rib cage. It hurt like hell in the process and as soon as she was done, she dressed hastily, shivering from the encroaching cold.
Her next problem was finding a way to get warm. There were three other suitcases that had been tossed about the cabin, and she went through them one by one, digging out the contents and tossing anything usable toward the tail section. Once the suitcases were empty, she began arranging the clothing until she had made a nest for herself within the pile.
Exhausted and reeling from so many aches she could hardly breathe, she crawled into the middle of all that fabric, then pulled the coats and the blankets she'd found around her. Secure within her makeshift bed, she tried the phones again, praying to get a signal. Tears welled as she finally accepted it was a lost cause.
It was quiet outside now, and she thought about the animals, hoping they were gone. The wind rose in an eerie wail that mirrored her despair. She was staring at one of the tiny windows, telling herself that any moment the face of a rescuer would appear and look inside, and she would be saved.
When it began to snow, it added another dimension to the danger she was in. This would slow down search planes, and if the snow was too heavy, the planes would never be able to find the wreckage of a white, snow-covered plane from the air.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
I Respect A Woman Who Can Effectively Swing A Tire Iron
By Mary L. Valley
So at the end of the series, the weather's better but the killer keeps getting crazier—and sloppy. Living in serial killer retirement in Mexico, the man responsible for a series of deaths of survivors of natural disasters has his boat rocked by the information that the team of FBI agents he thought he'd successfully eliminated are alive and well and living happily—two with women he'd tried and failed to kill previously, and the third about to marry the Red Cross employee he'd worked under while following disasters in order to gain access to his victims and fly under the radar. Feeling balked of what he thought of as his win—the deaths of the men chasing him—he decides (big surprise) someone has to die. Instead of trying again for the two women who’d managed to escape him, clearly this is not a try, try again sort of guy—although that might have had something to do with the fact that he got the holy, living whatever kicked out of him while trying to off them, and them returning the favor in spades—leaving him scarred and in pain. Being an evil killer is so much easier when your victim doesn’t happen to be at least as good as you at committing mayhem, so he fixates on a hopefully easier target, his former coworker to make his statement.
Meantime, our heroine is having a bad patch. First one of her volunteers turns out to be a crazy serial killer, then she barely survives a plane wreck where she’s the only survivor, her much loved older sister is moving overseas to London after a major promotion, and finally the aforementioned crazy killer is now targeting her. Some years it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed. Sharon Sala writes strong heroines, however which I like. They don’t sit back and wait to be saved but get on with the business of living well and making a difference. They take precautions, and when faced with overwhelming attack, fight back with everything they have, including tire irons or any other blunt objects at hand. If I ever make the transition to fictional character, I want to be one of them because they are not only “kick-rump” (ammy concession), but have to-die for guys on the line.
Stalking the heroine, the killer begins stacking up victims in a pattern around her only he knows in order to taunt the police and FBI with their inability to stop him. Time and his previous failures have taken their toll, however and he’s making more mistakes than ever. Throughout the series, he’s been visibly sloughing off the layers of his humanity to reveal the damaged monster he is; in this book you have the addition of watching his mental deterioration accelerate as well. Sometimes, I was surprised sparks weren’t flying out his ears as his brain short-circuited and sputtered along.
By the crucial scene, he is only a stumbling shadow of the sly, stealthy operator from the previous books, while the heroine is another fight to the end type who—as I may have mentioned—swings a mean tire iron.
I do not find the romance scenes lacking, just different from the previous books. Instead of the first blooming of love, we have a fully developed love affair getting ready to make the step to wedded love. Yes, there are sexual scenes, they are tastefully done and flow well with the story.
I always hate to say goodbye to a good series, but console myself that it was neatly wrapped up and everyone got their HEAs and the killer his appropriate comeuppance. Clear a little space when you start, I was glued to the pages until the end.
Next series, please.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Wonderful series!
By Sparkymom
I was totally hooked into this book from the first page! What an exciting way to start a story. From the beginning, it is obvious Laura and Cameron have a history from previous books. Since I haven't read any of this author's other works, I wondered if I would be lost. Fortunately, that was not the case at all. I was completely sucked into their relationship and their deep love for each other.
Laura's plane crash was harrowing to read and think about. Cameron wasted no time getting to a place where he could find her and putting all of his effort into the search. He becomes her lifeline and her tie to reality in the aftermath. He is strong and supportive and exactly what she needs. The scene where they fly back home totally grabbed my heart!
Unfortunately, before she has completely recovered emotionally, a killer from Cameron's past related to his work for the FBI returns and chooses Laura for his final target. Fear rises along with the body count as the killer baits Cameron and his FBI team. Laura works to become stronger in every way as she and Cameron both have to spend more and more time at work and apart. Cameron suspects the killer is targeting Laura, but has no proof until it's almost too late.
I loved how Laura used the strength and research she sought out for herself in the end and how Cameron's gift to ensure her safety ultimately proves its value. This was a great story, and I am so excited to have found another favorite author. I purchased the first book in this series before I even finished this one, that's how much I enjoyed it.
Thanks go to Net Galley for providing a copy to review. Awesome book!
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Satisfying
By Amazon Customer
Good solid ending to a series!
Long time Sala readers have come to appreciate her attention and skill at writing difficult situations with a vividness and intensity that makes you feel as though you are there.
This title is no exception.
Here we have the long awaited finale of the Forces of Nature series focusing on Cameron Winger, an FBI agent tasked to apprehend a serial killer who preys on his victims during natural disasters, and Laura Doyle, a Red Cross employee who is on site after disaster strikes.
This time the Stormchaser killer is making this personal, going after Laura in an attempt to make Cameron and his FBI team pay for thwarting him in the past.
The twists and turns the plot takes are vintage Sala and the action comes quickly in a satisfying climax that left me smiling and feeling fulfilled.
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