With Regrets, Adam

How could a stranger have all of her half sisters identification in her handbag and why would he? Lyn Sands is shocked to find herself kidnapped as she finishes her shift at the hospital in Albuquerque , N.M. Not only that, but she is accused of being Kara, her half sister, and threatened to be held until she reveals where Aaron, her husband, is.

Published: 11/15/13
Length: Mid-Novel
Word Count: 62,326
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating: Spicy. Contains: Forced seduction, captive situation.
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc) EXCERPT

Zelma Orr


© Copyright by Zelma Orr, April 2009
© Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, April 2009
ISBN 978-1-60394-306-2
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


It had been a long, and exhausting duty, both emotional and physical. Lyn Sands was looking forward to getting home, taking off her uniform, lying in a hot tub filled with scented bath oil, and then falling into bed to sleep, hopefully, the night through. It had been a long time since she'd had a good eight hours sleep.

Rodney Kilgore had been her private duty patient for almost three months. He was a wonderful old gentleman, easy to care for, and it had hurt to watch him suffer. As a nurse, she shouldn't like to see people die, but there was a time when it was better for the patient than to be in constant pain. Rodney Kilgore was, at last, free of pain, and Lyn was glad for him and for his family.

Gathering her extra uniform and odd items from her locker, she stopped by the desk to say goodnight to Sue and Doris.

"What are you going to do on your two weeks off, Lyn?" Doris, tall, skinny, long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, liked to tease Lyn about her lack of interest in the good looking doctors abounding in the hospital. "Got a hot date?"

"You bet." Lyn headed for the double doors at the back entrance where her car was parked. "With a hot tub."

"Oh, you're no fun."

Lyn laughed. "You're right. No fun, but it's safer that way."

They called goodnights as Lyn walked through the automatic doors. She stopped for a moment to breathe in the brisk air coming off the mountains. The air smelled like snow. Could be. It was nearing Christmas, and sometimes, snow drifted down from the mountains above Santa Fe and Taos and gave Albuquerque a couple of inches. She'd love to see it snow deep enough so she could tromp around in it.

The night air was icy with the wind whipping at her hair, but she stood still anyway, breathing in the freshness. Hospital rooms and corridors might be clean but they had that sick smell no matter what heavy cleanser was used. Even Mr. Kilgore's home had the smell no matter how often she sprayed and cleaned every surface with something that shouldn't smell sick. But it did.

Sucking in a deep breath, she stretched and stared for a moment at the gray sky that let a few stars peek through. Yep, it just might snow. She hoped.

She tapped her automatic door opener and saw the lights come on in her car over by the corner of the building. Her mind was on tentative plans she had for the two weeks she had off, maybe flying out to Jackson Hole where there was sure to be snow. If Trish were here, it would be a great trip. But Trish was in Europe somewhere on a buying trip for the large retail store where she worked.

A long arm reached around her, a big hand closed over her mouth, and she was pulled against a hard chest. She didn't have time to think, to even be frightened, before a finger pressed against her throat, and everything faded.