late brother’s wish to climb Pakistan’s K2, the world’s second
highest mountain. He never expects part of the challenge will be
getting along with one of his fellow climbers—or that the greatest
peril may lie beyond the summit . . .
of the hotshot from Arizona. But as she and Tristan help each other
conquer obstacle after obstacle, they find they have more in common
than they thought—including a simmering attraction. And when
suspicious deaths put them in the sights of a ruthless killer,
they’ll have to cover their tracks long enough to find out why—and
stay alive for a future together . . .
In the dark of night, she sits by the warm glow of her computer
monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the
food that is! She started imagining stories in her head at a very
young age. In fact, she got so good at it that friends asked her to
create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their
affection as the hero. She hopes you enjoy her stories and find The
Happily Ever After in every endeavor. M.K. Schiller loves hearing
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Drew Sinclair woke up, shivering and alone on a narrow hospital bed. He couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there. Even turning his head required great effort. The old linoleum and dated equipment told him he was still in Askole, a small village in Northern Pakistan. The cold, dark room suffocated him. He took a deep breath that turned into a violent cough. His head pounded, and his mouth tasted of desert sand. He closed his eyes. The last thing he remembered was talking to Tristan.
He’d told his brother how he hadn’t made it. How he would try again next season. They would try together. He was going to tell him what he saw on the Savage Mountain, but he’d decided to wait. He was so messed up he wondered if the conversation had even happened.
He’d had headaches for three days now. They turned his thoughts into long-winding tangles, about as sturdy as strands of wet spaghetti.
The doctor came in then.
“You’re up, Mr. Sinclair. You should rest.” An American doctor? Here?
“I need to speak with my uncle. He’s the general counsel to the US Embassy.”
The man ignored him. He prepared a long silver syringe.
Drew’s eyes widened as he saw the dark substance inside.
“Did you hear me?”
“For now, you must rest. You’re a special case.”
He reached his arm up to push the man away. That was when he realized his wrists were bound to the bed.
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