Previously published as Wishes
No Matter How Fast You Run...
The newborn baby boy is beautiful, perfect, and hers for the asking. All Kate Summers has to do is agree to one condition--she must disappear from Boston and never breathe a word about the adoption to anyone.
Or How Far You Go...
Fifteen years later, Kate has built a good life for herself and her son, Jon, in Hopewell, Oregon. Still, she is haunted by the fear that he will somehow be taken away. Then Daegan O'Rourke arrives in town and strikes up a friendship with her and Jon. But Daegan has his own past to hide--one with shocking ties to hers.
A Killer Will Always Find You...
Someone is watching Kate, watching her son, and is willing to go to any lengths to claim him. And the one man Kate is tempted to trust has dangerous secrets that could change her world forever. Soon the past Kate thought she could outrun will explode, unearthing a legacy of lies and treachery, and a fury powerful enough to kill...
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July 26, 2010
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Excerpt from Running Scared by Lisa Jackson
Run, run, run!
Jon raced through the dark streets, his sneakers slapping against the wet pavement, his heart pounding so hard he thought it would explode. Piles of dirty slush lined the unfamiliar streets, snow feel from the sky, dancing in the pools of light cast by the street lamps. Far away he heard the sound of a siren and over it all the muted strains of a Christmas carol.
"God rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing you dismay . . ."
Where the hell was he?
And who was chasing him?
The word rang through his brain.
The one who wants you dead.
As in dead and buried. Six feet underground, covered in ripe soil. . .
Breathless, he glanced over his shoulder and saw a looming shadow, dark and swift, a weapon in one gloved hand as it swept the poorly lit streets.
God help me.
Jon turned sharply, slipping and catching himself with one hand, to sprint forward, into a narrow alley, where the cheery Christmas lights no longer blinked, where only dark oblivion invited him.
Please don't let this be a dead end, he silently prayed as the sounds of the carol oozed through the night.
". . . to save us all from Satan's power when we have gone astray . . ."
He nearly ran into the brick wall.
Oh, God, a blind alley!
He heard the sounds of his pursuer so close behind, felt his skin crawl and his soul go numb as he turned and knew that there was no way out . . .
Jon Summers opened his mouth to scream . . .
And woke up with a jolt. He was shaking, the sheets of his twin bed wet with sweat, his heart tattooing in his eardrums as the recurring dream . . . the nightmare he knew to be a premonition, faded into the gray light of dawn.
He let out his breath and hoped to God that he hadn't screamed aloud and woken his mother. Fingers twisting in the bed sheets, he slowly let out his breath and knew, deep in his heart, that his dream was a foreshadowing of events to come. They might not play out exactly as he'd envisioned, but they sure as hell were going to play out.