Stop Me (Thorndike Romance)

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Press: Thorndike Press; Lrg edition (December 1, 2008)
Author Name:Novak, Brenda


Who was the real killer?Romain Fornier lost his reason for living when his daughter was kidnapped and murdered. 
He used a cop's gun to mete out his own justice and spent the next few years in prison.
Once he was freed, he returned to his Cajun roots in small-town Louisiana.
But now he learns that he might have killed the wrong man.Jasmine Stratford, a psychological profiler, is convinced his daughter's killer is still alive-and that she and Romain have something in common.
She believes the same man kidnapped her sister, Kimberly, sixteen years ago.What happens next?Jasmine is determined to track him down when she receives an anonymous package, postmarked New Orleans-the bracelet she gave Kimberly for her eighth birthday.
She approaches Romain because she knows he can help her...
if he chooses.But searching for the man who irrevocably changed both their lives means they have to rise to a killer's challenge: stop me.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Sacramento, California The present… When Jasmine Stratford opened the package, she was standing in the middle of a crowded mall. 
Suddenly she couldn't hear a single sound.
The laughing, the talking, the click-clack of shoes on the colorful floor, the Christmas music that'd been playing in the background—it all disappeared as her ears began to ring.
"What is it?" Sheridan Kohl touched her arm, eyebrows gathered in concern.
The words came to Jasmine as if from a great distance, but she couldn't speak.
Her lungs worked frantically, but her chest felt so tight she couldn't expand her diaphragm.
Sweat trickled down her spine, causing her crisp cotton blouse to stick to her as she stared at the silver-and-pink bracelet she'd just pulled from the small cardboard box.
"What is it, Jaz?" Still frowning, her friend took the bracelet from Jasmine's cold fingers.
As she read the name spelled out in silver letters separated by pink beads, her eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, God!" she murmured, pressing a hand to her chest.
Jasmine's head spun.
Afraid she might pass out, she reached for Sheridan, who helped her to the center of the mall and asked a man sitting in one of the few seats to move.
He collected the shopping bags piled at his feet and jumped up, allowing Jasmine to sink onto the hard plastic chair.
"Hey, she no looking good, eh? She sick or somet'ing?" he asked.
"She's just suffered a terrible shock," Sheridan explained.
The words floated over Jasmine as if they'd been written in the air, each letter flying past her, meaningless.
Her nervous system seemed to be shutting down.
Rejection of current input.
Inability to cope.
"Don't move," Sheridan barked and put the bracelet back in the box on her lap.
"I'll get you something to drink." Jasmine couldn't have moved even if she wanted to.
Her rubbery legs refused to support her weight, or she would've walked out of the mall.
People were beginning to stare.
"What's wrong?" someone murmured, pausing near the Mexican man who was still watching her curiously.
"I don't know, but she no look good, eh?" he repeated.
A teenage boy ventured closer.
"Are you okay, lady?" "Maybe someone should call the paramedics," a woman said.
Wave them away.
But Jasmine's thoughts were so focused on what was in her lap, she couldn't even raise her hand.
She'd made that bracelet as a gift for her little sister.
She remembered Kimberly's delight when she'd unwrapped it on her eighth birthday, her last birthday before the tall man with the beard entered their house in Cleveland one sunny afternoon and took her away.
Jasmine's mind veered from the memories.
Until she was twelve, she'd led such a safe and happy life she'd never dreamed she would encounter a threat in her own home.
Strangers were people outside on the street.
This man had acted like one of her father's workers, whose faces changed so often she wasn't familiar with them all.
They were always coming to the house to pick up equipment for his satellite TV business, to get a check, to drop off some paperwork.
Occasionally he hired vagrants to organize his warehouse or build a fence or even clean up the yard.
In any event, she'd believed their visitor was a nice guy.
Heaven help her, she'd believed he was nice.
And she'd let it happen….
"You want I should call an ambulance?" the Mexican man ventured.
Jasmine had to cover her mouth so the screams inside her didn't escape.
Breathe deeply.
Get hold of yourself.
After nearly destroying each other with their bitterness and grief, her parents had given up hope.
But she'd kept a candle burning deep inside.
And now this… Sheridan returned and nudged her way through the four or five people who were watching to see if Jasmine would rally.
"I've got her.
Everything's fine," she told them, and they began to drift off, but not without a backward glance.
"Drink this," she said.
The freshly squeezed lemonade tasted reassuringly normal.
A man seated next to them stood and offered Sheridan his chair.
She thanked him and perched on the edge of it.
After a few minutes, Jasmine's breathing and heart rate slowed.
Still, she was damp with sweat and when she tried to talk tears slipped down her cheeks.
"It's okay." Putting an arm around her, Sheridan squeezed her shoulders.
"Take all the time you need." Jasmine appreciated her friend's empathy, but now that the shock was wearing off she had so many questions.
Who had sent the bracelet? Why after so long? What'd happened to her sister? And the biggest question of all—was there any chance that Kimberly was still alive? "I'm so sorry I brought that package with me, that you had to deal with this in a public setting." Sheridan's expression revealed her chagrin.
"When I saw it sitting on the reception desk with the rest of the mail, I thought it might be something you've been waiting for.
I knew you weren't planning on coming into the office today so I was…" she shrugged helplessly "…trying to be helpful." Jasmine wiped her eyes.
"It's okay.
Of course you'd never expect anything like this." "Who sent it?" "I don't know." She studied the box.
There was no return address.
There wasn't even a note, just some crumpled packaging material— Jasmine's pulse spiked.
Wait a minute… There was something written on one of the papers that'd been wadded up.
Careful not to tear the note or get her fingerprints all over it, she flattened it out—and saw two words printed in what appeared to be blood: Stop me.
That night, Jasmine hovered over the phone.
Should she tell her parents about the bracelet? She couldn't decide.
According to the cancellation stamp, the package had been sent from New Orleans, but she didn't know if she'd ever be able to glean more information than that.
She was reluctant to open old wounds—and yet, her folks had a right to the information, didn't they? Would they want to know? She picked up the handset.
Her father would.
After the bearded man took Kimberly, Peter Stratford had become so single-minded in his quest to find his youngest daughter that he'd eventually lost everything—his business, his wife, his home.
He'd searched until he'd nearly driven himself mad.
Searched until everyone else in his life, including Jasmine, had become nothing more than shadows.
Even then he'd given up only because he had no choice.
There was nowhere else to go, nothing more he could do.
Now that Peter had moved on, he was doing better than he had in years.
Would learning about Kimberly's bracelet send him into another tailspin? Jasmine set the phone down again.
It probably wasn't wise to take the chance.
And then there was her East Indian mother.
Gauri was so full of bitterness and blame, toward Peter and Jasmine, she had difficulty being in the same room with either of them.
The phone rang.
Nervous that it might be one of her parents—that she'd be confronted with a situation she hadn't figured out how to handle—she checked caller ID, then breathed a sigh of relief.
It was her friend and coworker, Skye Kellerman.
Actually, Skye Willis since her marriage last year.
Dropping into a seat at the kitchen table, Jasmine rubbed her fingers over her left eyebrow as she answered.
"Hello?" "I just got your message.
And several from Sheridan, too." Skye's voice came across as brisk, worried.
"I'm sorry it took me a few hours to get back to you.
David and I were in Tahoe and didn't have phone reception." "It's fine," Jasmine said.
"It's not fine.
Are you okay?" Jasmine wasn't sure.
One minute she was filled with rekindled hope, the next terrified that nothing could change the outcome of her sister's abduction.
"I'm okay," she said, although her mind added a little "not." "This is so…unexpected," Skye exclaimed.
"Why now? Why after so many years?" Jasmine had asked herself the same question.
But it hadn't taken long to come up with the most probable answer.
"It must be because of the publicity on the Polinaro case." Four weeks ago, she'd been on America's Most Wanted, profiling a sex offender who'd victimized nine boys.
When authorities got too close, he fled.
She'd been invited on the show to suggest places he might have gone, things he might be doing.
"Of course," Skye agreed.
"That episode aired right before Thanksgiving." "How else would he have known where to find me?" After her mother had remarried and left Cleveland, where Jasmine was born, Jasmine had dropped out of high school and moved away from home, starting a three-year descent into drug abuse and self-destruction.
During that time, she'd drifted from one city to another, working odd jobs, even begging in the streets for enough money for one more fix.
She doubted anyone could've tracked her movements back then.
Her parents certainly hadn't been aware, much of the time, of where she was or what she was doing.
It wasn't until Harvey Nolasco, a long-distance trucker, picked her up and insisted she get some help that she settled down.
And then she'd married a white man, like her mother, and became Jasmine Nolasco for a short while.
"I'm pretty sure they posted our address at the charity," Skye said.
"They did." When dealing with the media, Jasmine always mentioned her affiliation with The Last Stand.
TLS relied exclusively on donations to keep its doors open.
She couldn't miss the chance to raise public awareness and support, and it'd proved to be a good move.
Since the episode had aired, they'd received thousands of dollars—and more requests for help than ever before.
"The package came to the office, right?" Skye clarified.
"Sher found it with the other mail and brought it with her when we met for lunch." "Have you had anyone inspect that note?" "We took it directly to the police." "And?" "They confirmed it was written in b-blood." She stumbled over the last word because picturing the large square letters on that note sent a chill up her spine.
"Do you think it could be Kimberly's?" Skye said.
"Even if she's dead, I suppose it could've been frozen." "But you're guessing? You don't have any psychic perception about this?" "None.
I'm too close to it." Her impressions came and went at random, anyway.
Although her abilities had helped in a few heavily publicized cases, sometimes even she didn't know if she could trust the brief visions that occasionally intruded into normal thought.
"There's still the potential for profiling, isn't there?" Jasmine had a GED and barely thirty credit hours of college, all of which she'd obtained in the two years she'd been married to Harvey, but she read just about everything she could find on deviant behavior and psychological profiling and had become so proficient at it that the FBI occasionally called her in as a consultant.
Some people assumed it was her psychic ability that made her so good, but she knew it was primarily an instinctive understanding of human nature and the knowledge she'd gained through self-education that guided her, because she could do it even when she had no discernible psychic response.
This is more about the shock." Half standing in order to reach it, Jasmine pulled the box across the table.
The note was on top of the fridge, where it wasn't likely to get damaged, and the bracelet was in her jewelry box because she couldn't bear to look at it.
"He's letting me know he's the one who took Kimberly," she said, her finger running over the deep grooves created by the ballpoint pen he'd used to address it.
"Without the note, the bracelet could conceivably have come from someone peripherally connected to the abduction.
Maybe someone who knows the kidnapper and what he did—a friend, relative or wife who wants to do the right thing but doesn't dare come forward for fear of reprisal.
And…" she hesitated, trying to get a feel for the type of person who'd do something like this "…the blood is to upset me, to let me know he's serious." "About what?" Skye asked.
"About stopping him." "That makes it sound like he's playing games." "It's not a game; it's a challenge.
He doesn't have the guts or the willpower to turn himself in.
But he knows he needs to be stopped." The Last Stand was more deeply imprinted in the cardboard than the other words.
As her fingers moved over the letters, the impressions Jasmine had thought weren't there, or were repressed because of her closeness to the victim, suddenly began to flow.
She could see the man with the beard—a face she'd long forgotten and despaired of ever describing accurately enough so police could track him down.
Although still partially hidden in shadow, as if he stood beneath the shaded eaves of a house, the image took her breath away.
"He's a killer." "You're sure?" She could sense the bloodlust.
"Positive." "Does he feel guilty about that?" Jasmine was tempted to lift her fingers from the words he'd written, to break the gossamer thread of energy that'd sparked the foreign thoughts and feelings swirling through her.
It was frightening, uncharted territory for someone who tolerated, rather than embraced, her psychic gifts.
But she couldn't.
She knew this might be her only chance to learn something about this man that would give him away.
"Not guilt.
That would take empathy." Closing her eyes, she experienced his confusion, his desire to be like everyone else.
"It's not a cry to ease the pain he's inflicting on others.
It's a cry to stop the pain he's feeling himself.
It's all about him.
He kills to stop the pain." "What does he get out of hurting others?" "A power high.
He craves…" The answers were coming, but they were so dark, so frightening, Jasmine's mind balked.
She pulled her hands away and went blank.
"Attention?" Skye finished.
"That and recognition, for starters." Jasmine stared at the box.
He'd felt closer than he'd been in the sixteen years since he'd stood in her living room, talking to Kimberly.
Too close.
It made her queasy, but she retraced the individual letters he'd written, forcing her subconscious to go where it refused.
For Kimberly.
"So you think there are others?" Skye asked.
The scraggly beard.
The bottle-green eyes.
The bladelike nose.
The baggy, dirty clothes… "Jasmine?" Skye prompted when she didn't answer.
It was no use.
The vision was gone, leaving her with only the memory of it.
"What?" she said.
"Do you think he's kidnapped other children?" Covering her eyes with a shaky hand, Jasmine took a deep breath.
"Don't you?" "Killers don't kill everyone they meet.
It could be that he's held Kimberly captive all these years and not taken anyone else.

--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.


Romance,Romantic Suspense,Contemporary,Literature & Fiction,United States

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Comment List (Total:17)

  •     Another great series that you don't have to read in order, Ms Novak is the Queen of this, but I still suggest it. However, if you read as much as I do...sometimes you get in on a great series in the middle then just have to work with your budget to fit the rest in.
  •     There were a couple of weak places, but acceptable. I think it’s fine to have a trusted person turn-out to be bad, but here it happens more than once which bothered me a little. Probably because I recently read another book by this author that had many cops, mayor, and others - supposedly good but in truth were bad guys. She used the surprise of many bad guys as a way to create mystery and suspense instead of traditional methods. Every so often she would surprise us by showing another character to be one of the bad guys. I felt the author was overdoing it in that book, so when something similar happened here I was reminded of that and it wasn’t as appealing as it could have been.Jasmine and Romain are sexually drawn to each other. After they have sex, he insults her. His reason is that he is trying to live life as a hermit and doesn’t want to feel things. So she now has a wall between them. This causes conflict between them for a long time. I like conflict between a couple, but this wasn’t the best. The sex meant a lot to him, but he lied calling it a meaningless f*** to distance himself.There was one instance of stupidity. Heroine goes to killer’s location without notifying Romain where she is going.Jasmine is psychic, so that gives her leads. It was done well enough, but psychic stories might not appeal to some.Overall I didn’t find it special or different, but it was good enough to keep my interest.DATA:Narrative mode: 3rd person. Story length: 432 pages. Swearing language: strong but not often used. Sexual language: moderate. Number of sex scenes: 3. Setting: mostly current day New Orleans area, Louisiana. Copyright: 2008. Genre: paranormal romantic suspense.
  •     It's hard to write a book that, to me, doesn't cross the line from what I want to read - a mystery/thriller/murder book & combine it with romance & passion that is believable for the situation they are in. This book did it. Although I had figured it out from the beginning (not uncommon) it was enjoyable seeing how the writer built up to it. On to the 3rd book in the series!
  •     The last stand, Jasmine who has some psychic abilities is still searching for her sister after 16 years. What she finds is a depraved psychopath, stolen children and at least one child tortured, with a father who becomes an Alia in her search for her missing sister.
  •     The book presented a great mystery. Suspected Huff from the beginning. However would enjoy her books more if she would leave out some explicit sexual content.
  •     Good Read
  •     Loved it.
  •     Book arrived in good condition and good read
  •     Awesome!!!!!!!!!! Could not put this book down. I love the powerful women in Brenda's books. They are not your typical damsels in distress.
  •     Read another book in five days. But then again it's another Novak book. I am totally hooked on her and may never read another author....This is part of The Last Stand series and continues with the life of one of the three women running this organization to help victims of crime, but when Jasmine gets a note from who she believes is her sister's abductor, she is off to New Orleans to track him down. In the process she also hooks up with Romain Fournier believing that the man who killed his daughter is the same one who abducted her sister.This book is a page turner and now that I am hooked - well, I just started reading the third book in this series.....Watch Me.
  •     A very suspenseful read. Subject matter it a bit disturbing, but it was good and kept me turning the pages, as most of B. Novak's books do.
  •     Love this series
  •     Way too much vivid sex in the book but it is part of the crimes and part of the affairs of the main characters. Loved the way the plot would thicken and the surprise of who was to blame did not show up until I had chosen the wrong person.Going to take a few weeks off of the series and read some easy going novels.
  •     This book was seriously intense. I couldn't put the book down. I am exhausted today. I started reading the book yesterday, had a hard time putting it down to go to bed, then dreamed about it, woke up at 4 a.m. to "just read one more chapter" and I finished the book by the time the alearm went off to go to work. So much for sleep. Although, I was really "creeped out" because it was very dark and very quiet in my house while I was reading this book. I would describe this book as a page turner. I liked the first book in this series and sometimes I am sad moving to the next book in a series, because it has new characters that I have to get attached to, but I was hooked on Jasmine and T-Bone from the beginning. This book has murder, mystery, suspense and even some romance. I appreciate the fact that Brenda allows you to use your imagination for those scenes. I would rather not have it described to me in great detail. Any adult who has had a relationship knows what the parts look like and how they work, we don't need to be told the nitty gritty details. Now - with all that greatness does come one criticism and that is for Jasmine and her determination to constantly put herself into harms way. I may not always make the best choices when I am determined and set my mind on something, but I think after a brush or two with death, I would probably tread a little more lightly. Of course, the book would be less intense or dramatic if she always played by the rules. I will definitely be reading the next book, but not until I get a little sleep.
  •     Compelling thriller, not graphic, of crimes against children. Brenda Novak has done excellent work on a horrific storyline. There are some believable paranormal aspects. Plenty of twists to keep the reader guessing. Realistic characters with interesting dialogue.There is an HEA for a few characters.I may re-read this story and always look forward to works by this author.
  •     The second book in The Last Stand series did not disappoint!! Fast paced, suspenseful and enormously entertaining. Ms. Novak has you on the edge of your seat throughout.
  •     I loved this book. I could not put it down. Tried to sleep but my mind would not let go until I got to the end. I also ordered the rest in this series.

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