"This is an exciting medical thriller that will grip the audience rather quickly because fans will believe the hospital, the staff, and the patients are real, which in turn adds depth to the pressure Lynn faces. Readers will wonder if the heroine is losing her mind yet admire her courage as she deals with the crisis. Nick is also a caring character sort, reminiscent of Ben Casey. Medicine, mystery, and mysticism mix quite nicely in Jane Toombs strong romantic suspense thriller."—Harriet Klausner, Reviewer

…The night was California wonderful—cool, no fog, a half-moon sharing the sky with the stars, the breeze hinting of the sea. With Lynn sitting next to him while the car radio played a golden oldie—“All You Need Is Love”—Nick decided everything was close to perfect.

“Love?” Lynn sighed. “Some people seem to manage it.”

He glanced at her. “Manage love? You make it sound like an animal.”

“A wild animal. Dangerous.”

Did she connect love with that smarmy bastard Werth? The night’s charm faded. “What the hell do you see in that man?” Nick blurted, swerving the car to the curb and stopping.

Lynn blinked. “What man?”

“You know who I mean. Our not-so-esteemed administrator.”

“Conrad?” I really don’t understand.”

“Cut the crap. It’s obvious what’s between you, Why else did he bring you here from Boston to be his spy?”

She gaped at him for an instant before unbuckling her seat belt. Opening the door, she slid out. He slammed from the car, caught her by her arm and swung her around to face him. “You’re not going anywhere until I get an answer.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Ice clung to each word.

Past reason, he gripped her shoulders. “You’re damn well going to answer me.”

“Let me go!” As she struggled to free herself, the street light showed him the anger smoldering in her eyes and the stubborn set of her chin.