by Teresa Hill
Trouble was, she hadn't discovered anything at all undesirable about Stephen Whittaker. She couldn't imagine she ever would.
Still, she'd come here for one reason—to find out what happened to her family all those years ago, including what anyone might know about her sister's accident. She hadn't come here to find a man. No matter how appealing he might be.
That decided, Allie lay there, tired and restless and still too keyed up for sleep, feeling more edgy the later it got. Old houses spoke a language all their own, it seemed. Flooring creaked. Tree branches scratched against the side of the house. Wind whistled and moaned. For a while she could swear she heard all sorts of faint thumping and bumping sounds from overhead. The second floor? The third? What in the world could be up there?
She listened for a long time, hearing nothing now, telling herself it was nothing and that she desperately needed sleep.
Uneasy about sleeping with a burning candle, she blew it out. Darkness settled around her, smothering her. Suddenly, she had to remind herself that she could breathe freely and easily. There was nothing closing in around her except her own foolish fears, nothing at all sinister about this house. Still, at times she'd swear it wasn't the random creaking and settling she heard but...
Footsteps?
Overhead?
Allie caught her breath. She had the urge to go to the windows and look outside, to see if someone was watching her, had a fear at times that the next instant, if she turned her head, she'd catch a glimpse of someone.
She remembered being afraid of the dark when she was little, remembered the way she tried to make herself stay absolutely still, as if the illusion of sleep would somehow save her from whatever monsters lurked in the dark.
But she wasn't a little girl anymore. There were no real monsters, she reminded herself, merely things that had little girls curling up in tight balls in their beds at night. Still, the house seemed heartbreakingly empty now, hollow and sad, as she lay there, absolutely still, waiting to see if someone was going to jump out of the shadows and get her.
Unbreak My Heart
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Meet the Author
Teresa Hill lives in the shadows of the Blue Ridge Mountains with a patient, very understanding husband, an incredibly logical son and a highly creative daughter. Sharing their home are two giant, lazy cats who walk across her laptop keyboard when they think she’s written enough for the day and two beautiful, lazy dogs, usually at her side or under her feet.
Born in Central Kentucky, growing up in a town where the public library was housed in an old church, she came to believe books were sacred things and that being a writer would be the best profession in the world.
A three-time Rita nominee and USA Today bestselling author, she has written thirty books of romance and women’s fiction, with more than 2 million copies in print, for NAL/Onyx, Silhouette, Harlequin and Steeple Hill.
You can contact Teresa through her website www.teresahill.net
Table of Contents
Cover
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Excerpt from FIVE DAYS GRACE – The McRae's Series, Book 4
Excerpt from TWELVE DAYS – Book 1 of The McRae's Series
Excerpt from EDGE OF HEAVEN – The McRae's Series, Book 2
Excerpt from UNBREAK MY HEART by Teresa Hill
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