When Lightning Strikes
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During a magical storm, romance writer Alaina Costanza is hurled back in time, into the Western world of her latest novel. There she is kidnapped by her own character, a ruthless outlaw known only as Killian. Thrown together by fate, Alaina and Killian will discover a love too magnificent to last a single lifetime. But even magic has a price, and time is running out. For the sake of Alaina's child, they must risk it all and fight for a future than depends on lightning striking . . . twice.
Sobbing, she grabbed his limp hand and pressed the stone against his flesh, forcing his fingers to curl around it. "Take it, damn it. Hold on. You promised-----" Thunder rumbled again, a sound so loud, it vibrated in the rock walls around her. Lightning ripped through the darkness, for a split second turning the world into a burning ball of white-hot light. She blinked against the brightness and buried her face in the wet crook of his neck, her fingers coiled around his. 358 As she lay there,
spun around. Killian was standing to her left, behind the arc of the door and against the wall. He stood in front of a tall, narrow bookshelf, one hand poised against the books, as if he'd been just about to withdraw one. She gave him a snide look. "Just about to read Crime and Punishment!" "Why? You want to borrow it?" Lainie couldn't help herself. She smiled. And it felt good, damn it. After all the doom and gloom and grief and fear, it was nice to find something to smile about. "What are
from her dreams. But now she saw the possibilities. She could meander through the buildings, see the setting, feel the desert heat, meet the people. It would give her book a verisimilitude unlike any she'd achieved before. Damn, she hoped she remembered this in the morning. She headed to the bank firstand why not? It was where the book began. Killian pointed his Winchester at the teller. The small, pointy-faced man behind the brass bars blanched. Two nickel-sized spots of color seeped through
let's go." Killian spurred Captain forward. "You're the boss." But not for long. He clenched his jaw and stared straight ahead. She might have a gun on him now, but she wouldn't be able to keep it up. Sooner or laterand it better be soonershe'd accidentally give him a heartbeat's worth of time. That's all he'd need with someone like her, just an instant. Then he could get the gun away from her and take control back. And get the hell away from the naked vulnerability in her eyes ... and the
suddenly that no one knew Killian's first name. He was a legend among outlaws, a man without a history or a past. He was simply Killian. She cursed her own stupidity. Whatever happened to dreaming you were gifted and godlike instead of stupid and mouthy? Lainie's heart beat faster, her breathing quickened. God help her, even though she knew this was a dream, she felt a flicker of fear. She knew Killian, knew him inside and out. She'd created him, fashioned him from the cold darkness in her own