Sometimes terrible things happen in the middle of the night. Sometimes the monster under the bed is real. Sometimes there truly is a bogeyman hiding in the closet.
Sometimes people die.
“Do you think they saw us?” Jenny Lange gasped as she fled across the overgrown vacant lot in Detroit’s rough Eight Mile area. Moonlight silvered the bright banner of the fifteen-year-old’s long blond hair, turned her face into a pale beacon as she glanced back over her shoulder. Dressed in a ski jacket, jeans and boots, she was little more than a slim shadow in the darkness. The night was black and cold. A biting wind whistled through the canyon made by the surrounding apartment buildings, whipping sparkling whirlwinds of snow from the crusty layer on the ground.
“Don’t know.” Lori Penski snorted with laughter. Also fifteen, she ran a couple of steps behind her best friend, Jenny, her flight slowed by an intermittent attack of the giggles. “Did you see what they were doing?”
“What? What were they doing?” Micayla Lange’s heart pounded so hard that she could hear it thudding in her ears even over the rapid-fire crunch of their feet punching through the snow. Slip-sliding along behind, she almost begged for an answer, knowing even as the words left her mouth that she was probably going to be ignored just like always. Only eleven and undersized, she was having trouble keeping up. Having hurried so as not to have been left behind when her big sister and her sister’s friend had sneaked out of the apartment where they’d been babysitting her and she’d supposedly been asleep, she’d grabbed her coat and stuck her bare feet in the sneakers she’d worn to basketball practice earlier. The sneakers were proving no match for ten inches of snow: icy wet, they kept threatening to slide off with every step she took. Her feet and ankles burned from churning as fast as they could through the frozen slush, and her pajamas were wet almost to the knees. Even with her coat zipped clear to her throat, she was so cold that her skin stung.
And scared. She was so, so scared. She and Jenny were never, ever supposed to leave the apartment at night while their mother was at work. They weren’t even supposed to answer the door. This run-down section of Detroit was dangerous, riddled with crime even in broad daylight. They’d only lived there for two months, since their parents had split up, and already they’d gotten used to the sound of gunfire at night and learned to rush straight in from the school bus so that they would spend as little time as possible on the street.
“Here they come!” Jenny’s eyes went wide as she looked past the other girls, back toward the sixteen-story brick tenement that backed up to the vacant lot. With much shushing and giggling, Jenny and Lori had peeped in the windows of the basement apartment, where a bunch of boys the older girls knew had been—what? Micayla had no clue.
© 2011 Karen Robards
Sparks fly as danger stalks an unlikely couple in Sleepwalker, a sexy, steamy masterpiece of suspense from the one and only Karen Robards.
It’s been years since Micayla Lange witnessed her mother’s murder on the mean streets of Detroit. Now, at 27, Mick’s slim stature belies a steely resolve to be the toughest cop on the force, something Jason Davis discovers when she busts him in the act of stealing millions from her uncle’s safe. Nicco Marino isn’t Mick’s real uncle, but rather the father of her childhood best friend. To return one of his many kindnesses, Mick was house-sitting the family mansion when she sleepwalked—a rare and disturbing condition rooted in her traumatic past—and interrupted Jason in the act.
In Mick’s struggle with the undeniably attractive thief she comes upon stunning, irrefutable proof that rumors of Nicco’s mob affiliation are true. Suddenly she and Jason, two natural adversaries, realize the trouble they’re both in, and that teaming up is the only chance they have to survive. But it’s only a matter of time before their mutual distrust is forgotten in the powerful wave of desire that sweeps them along in a dangerous and breathtaking run for their lives.
Hardcover Book : 384 pages
Publisher: Pocket Books/Simon & Schuster ( December 27, 2011 )
Item #: 13-484762
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.86inches
Product Weight: 14.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I am a huge Karen Robards fan but this book was not her best effort. This one definately won't keep you up all night. I usually can't put down her books but I found I was able to read a bit then walk away and come back later. Don't get me wrong, it was a good read . . . just not what I've come to expect from Karen Robards.
I really used to enjoy Karen Robards' books. This one is the old story with different names and setting. Not hard to figure out. Hopefully she will come up with something new.
Not her best. Maybe next time.
I was very disappointed in this book. Unrealistic and each segment dragged on with way too much narration. I usually like all her books and eagerly got this one, but would not recommend other than for having nothing else to read.