“...A gripping tale of survival and redemption. Marie's voyage from resigned despair to hope and faith is refreshing. While I kept rooting for Marie and Rebecca, I also found I wanted to grind the lit end of a cigarette into the villain's—er—private parts.”—Carol Lynn Stewart, Under the Covers Reviews

“...A well-written story filled with a sense of urgency. It is also a ‘heroine's journey’ from complacency to action and triumph. Marie Kenning is a compelling heroine and though Chris Whitley remains in the background for most of the story, he's a worthy hero.”—Janet Lane Walters, Scribes World Reviews

“Spellbinding!...Kept me turning pages well past midnight...Don't miss this wonderful treat.”—Elaine Hopper, Sharp Writer Reviews

"5 Stars!...Just raced from beginning to end. I was hooked from page one, wanting to know what was going to happen next. Ms. Delisi has expertly crafted a dialogue and plot-driven book, full of suspense. I suspect that Ms. Delisi is an intuitive writer and was unaware that she created such a strongly metaphorical story—that her heroine, so intent on rescue of a small girl, has actually in the process rescued her own heart from the abyss."—Aliske Webb, Word Museum

“...An exciting romantic suspense novel that favorably compares to the works of Merline Lovelace and Margot Dalton...Displays the courage of an individual who needs to be more than a bystander. The story line is believable, as readers will understand Marie’s need for absolution for living when her family died. Ms. Delisi has written a triumphant romantic suspense work that will elate sub-genre fans who will clamor for more novels from this fresh talent.”—Harriet Klausner

“Ms. Delisi spins a tale of spiraling tension. The opening scene is heartrending, Rebecca's kidnapping, harrowing. Once Marie sets off of on Rebecca's trail, the story races with frightening inevitability from one disaster to another. Don't start this book at bedtime. It will keep you up all night.”—Carrie S. Masek, Independent Publisher

…All the windows in the motel were dark except for the room right across from hers. Shadows played on the curtain; one large, one small. Marie wondered if they, too, were having trouble sleeping.

The light went out in the room across the way. Disappointed, Marie was about to let the curtains fall back into place when the door to the room opened. A man emerged, carrying a small child in his arms. The child appeared to be struggling, but he held her in a firm grip.

The man walked to a dark car and opened the passenger door. He turned to shove the youngster inside and as he did, Marie caught a glimpse of the little girl’s face, revealed by the pale moonlight. Her mouth dropped open in shock. It was Rebecca!

Marie’s mind stumbled, trying to make sense of what her eyes were telling her. Could it really be Rebecca? It had been five long days since the kidnapping, and she’d imagined the child’s face before. Was this just another bad dream? Pinching her cheek, she stared at the car. It was hard to tell in the watery moonlight, but it appeared to be a dark-colored Mustang.

The man strode around to the driver’s side. He opened the door and Marie was galvanized into action. She couldn’t let him get away again! She had to stop him, and do it right this time.

Not bothering to grab her robe, she unbolted the door and jerked it open. Tripping over the well-worn welcome mat, she staggered toward the car.

Receding red taillights mocked her. “Stop!” Marie cried, her bare feet slapping the wet pavement as she pursued the Mustang already shrinking into the distance. “Come back!”