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The Heart Remembers

By: Anne Manning | Other books by Anne Manning
Published By: Uncial Press
Published: Feb 15, 2013
ISBN # 9781601741530
Word Count: 45,000
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Categories: Romance>Paranormal/Horror Romance>Suspense/Mystery/Thriller


The Heart Remembers by Anne Manning - Romance>Paranormal/Horror eBook

School-teacher Lara Reynolds was dying...until the gift of a heart transplant gave her another chance to live a full life. The only problem was her donor Mo Priestly wasn't giving up on bringing his murderer to justice. Beset by nightly dreams filled with Mo's final moments of life, she fears she's going crazy. When Mo starts talking to her, she comes to care about him and knows she has to report what she knows to the police, even though she knows they won't believe her.
With no suspects and no new leads on the Priestly murder, San Antonio detective Kurt Andersen has no choice except to take Lara's statement. Her details fit the facts of the case, and he considers her a suspect, though she was on the heart transplant list and wasn't physically capable of murder. How else would she be able to so accurately describe Priestly's murder?
Lara agrees with Mo's opinion that Detective Andersen is "yummy," but she won't allow herself to feel anything for him. What man would want a woman with an eighteen-inch scar on her chest?
Repeated attempts to silence Lara convince Kurt that she's telling the truth and his protective instincts kick in as his attraction to her grows. But he'd already failed to protect one woman he cared about. Would he be able to keep Lara safe?
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Ten minutes later, she was in a small room with a video camera mounted high on the wall. Anxiety seeped from the drab beige walls, and the sense of depression wasn't helped by the furniture that looked like it had come from Goodwill. She couldn't keep her foot from tapping with impatience. Now that she was actually here, she wanted to be done with it. Once she'd told her story, maybe the dream would stop.
The door opened and a dark-haired man entered.
Um-um. Yummy.
Lara ignored the voice. But she did agree. The man was in shirtsleeves, rolled up to reveal tanned muscular forearms, sprinkled with crisp black hair. She looked up from his alluring arms. Chocolate-brown eyes, deep dark sweet chocolate, met hers. His olive complexion spoke of Hispanic heritage. Not at all unusual in San Antonio.
"Ms. Reynolds?"
She nodded.
He offered his hand. "Detective Andersen. I understand you want to report a murder?"
For a moment, she considered telling him it was all a mistake and she wouldn't take anymore of his time.
Don't you dare.
"All right." He took a seat across the table from her and clicked his pen. "The desk sergeant says you don't know where or who, but you have a good idea of when?"
"Yes. It had to have been around six months ago."
"How do you know that?"
"That's when I got my new heart."
He stared at her, his pen poised over the yellow legal pad. She decided she'd better hurry on.
"I needed a transplant. And a heart became available that matched me." She leaned on the table and tried to get control of her flying tongue. "Ever since the transplant, I keep having this dream and hearing a voice in my head."
Oh, God. The look on his face. He thought she was crazy. But she couldn't give up. She had to make him believe her.
"Tell me about your dream."
Thank you, God!
She took a moment to collect her thoughts. "I'm in a dark alley, but I hear music playing. And there are people coming out of the bar." A realization hit her. "It must be a gay bar, because most of the couples are two men together or two women."
A strange look went across his eyes, but he looked away before she could figure out what that meant.
"Go on."
Her momentary jolt of hope faded as she glanced at the pad. He hadn't written down anything.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
He pursed his lips and paused. "It's not for me to believe you or not. You're here to make a statement and I'm here to take it."
Not very supportive, was he? Well, he was darned well going to take her statement then.
"Okay, I'm in this dark alley. The music is pounding so loud I can feel it in my feet. My toe taps in time with it." She paused, struggling to recall every detail. "This...pain explodes in the side of my head--"
"Where exactly?"
She raised her hand to the back left side of her skull. "Right here."
That look again. Like she was telling him something he already knew.

The Heart Remembers

By: Anne Manning