She thought, ridiculously, I hate heights. Panting, she dragged herself up on to the parapet and crouched for a moment, closing her eyes against the swift giddiness which assailed her. She lifted her foot, searching for a hole, feeling the rough surface of the bridge ripping at her fragile tights, scraping her legs. The rush of the water, the roar of the wind in the trees, seemed to fill her head like a scream of outrage at the life which had turned against her. No more betrayal, cutting at you like a knife, slashing away at all that was warm and joyous and trusting in your life. From her vantage point on the bridge, Amanda watched as it submerged, drawn down by some unseen vortex, and her hands tightened on the stones of the parapet until the knuckles turned white.Ī few seconds, said the small cold voice in her head, and then-oblivion. It had rained during the week, and the river was in spate, crashing between its banks and hurling itself at the stone bridge as if it sought to sweep it away.Ī torn-off branch from some tree came whirling downstream, carried helplessly along by the angry brown waters. Harlequin Presents first edition November 1988 The author is married and has two children. Now she has more than twenty-five novels to her credit. She produced the opening of her first book at age five and is eternally grateful to her mother for having kept a straight face. She grew up by the seaside in a house crammed with books, with a box of old clothes to dress up in and a swing outside in a waited garden. SARA CRAVEN probably had the ideal upbringing for a budding writer.
Why, then, did she somehow feel disappointed? There’s nothing to be afraid of." Then he turned and walked back to his car.Īmanda leaned against her closed door, trying to still her rapid breathing. Malory put a finger under her chin, tilting her face to meet his gaze. "Thank you for dinner, the flowers… the ring," she said nervously. Moments later Amanda’s hand shook as she fitted her key into the lock. After an endless silence, he spoke, his tone matter-of-fact. Comparative Strangers By Sara Craven ContentsĪmanda waited tensely for Malory to reach for her.īut he didn’t.
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