WHO DO YOU LOVE?
One question, a split-second decision, and Brian Darby lies dead on the kitchen floor. His wife, state police trooper Tessa Leoni, claims to have shot him in self-defense, and bears the bruises to back up her tale. For veteran detective D. D. Warren it should be an open-and-shut case. But where is their six-year-old daughter?
AND HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO . . .
As the homicide investigation ratchets into a frantic statewide search for a missing child, D. D. Warren must partner with former lover Bobby Dodge to break through the blue wall of police brotherhood, seeking to understand the inner workings of a trooper's mind while also unearthing family secrets. Would a trained police officer truly shoot her own husband? And would a mother harm her own child?
. . . TO SAVE HER?
For Tessa Leoni, the worst has not yet happened. She is walking a tightrope, with nowhere to turn, no one to trust, as the clock ticks down to a terrifying deadline. She has one goal in sight, and she will use every ounce of her training, every trick at her disposal, to do what must be done. No sacrifice is too great, no action unthinkable. A mother knows who she loves. And all others will be made to pay.
Love you more . . .
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1 . Loved, loved, loved this story.
Posted July 01, 2012 by Lena , SnohomishI think the title throws you off until you get into the first two chapters but you soon understand why it's titled Love you more. Had a hard time putting this book down and can't wait to read more of the authors books.
2 . Amazing book!!!
Posted June 03, 2012 by Donna , Huntington Beach, CAThis is, by far, one of the best books I've ever read - and I am an avid reader! From the very first page I was hooked and could not stop reading until I found out what happened. The writing was so good and so realistic, I felt like I was there the whole time. I cannot recommend this book enough; I want to read another of her books, but this one was so good I'm afraid I'll be disappointed. Having said that, I have to go so I can buy one and get started reading!
3 . Fantastic!
Posted August 01, 2011 by Arlene , Placida, FLWow, I love edge of your seat thrillers and this is certainly that!! I couldn't put it down. Love a book that pulls you in right away and you put everything on hold so you can finish it. That's what I pretty much did this weekend. Life got in the way somewhat, but not for long!!! Read it!!! You won't be disappointed!!!
4 . absolutly one of her best....
Posted May 01, 2011 by Sarina , QuebecI am usually a Patterson, Kellerman reader type, but this was really good!!!! excellent writing, kept me up....and that is not easy !!!
5 . Couldn't put it down!
Posted March 25, 2011 by Amy Helms , Charlotte NCPerfect.
6 . Kept me glued
Posted March 16, 2011 by Karen , Ontario, CanadaI read this novel until my eyes were blurry. I couldn't put it down.
Even though it is a work of fiction one thing is certainly true....never, ever UNDERESTIMATE the power of a mothers' love.
March 08, 2011
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Excerpt from Love You More by Lisa Gardner
Who do you love?
It's a question anyone should be able to answer. A question that defines a life, creates a future, guides most minutes of one's days. Simple, elegant, encompassing.
Who do you love?
He asked the question, and I felt the answer in the weight of my duty belt, the constrictive confines of my armored vest, the tight brim of my trooper's hat, pulled low over my brow. I reached down slowly, my fingers just brushing the top of my Sig Sauer, holstered at my hip.
"Who do you love?" he cried again, louder now, more insistent.
My fingers bypassed my state- issued weapon, finding the black leather keeper that held my duty belt to my waist. The Velcro rasped loudly as I unfastened the first band, then the second, third, fourth. I worked the metal buckle, then my twenty pound duty belt, complete with my sidearm, Taser, and collapsible steel baton released from my waist and dangled in the space between us.
"Don't do this," I whispered, one last shot at reason.
He merely smiled. "Too little, too late."
"Where's Sophie? What did you do?"
"Belt. On the table. Now."
"GUN. On the table. NOW!"
In response, I widened my stance, squaring off in the middle of the kitchen, duty belt still suspended from my left hand. Four years of my life, patrolling the highways of Massachusetts, swearing to defend and protect. I had training and experience on my side.
I could go for my gun. Commit to the act, grab the Sig Sauer, and start shooting.
Sig Sauer was holstered at an awkward angle that would cost me precious seconds. He was watching, waiting for any sudden movement. Failure would be firmly and terribly punished.
Who do you love?
He was right. That's what it came down to in the end. Who did you love and how much would you risk for them?
"GUN!" he boomed. "Now, dammit!"
I thought of my six- year- old daughter, the scent of her hair, the feel of her skinny arms wrapped tight around my neck, the sound of her voice as I tucked her in bed each night. "Love you, Mommy," she always whispered.
Love you, too, baby. Love you.
His arm moved, first tentative stretch for the suspended duty belt, my holstered weapon.
One last chance . . .
I looked my husband in the eye. A single heartbeat of time.
Who do you love?
I made my decision. I set down my trooper's belt on the kitchen table.
And he grabbed my Sig Sauer and opened fire.