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Crossing The Line
Catherine Stang
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Police Detective Connor Galbraith only believed in things he could see, touch, and send out to be analyzed. So he’s more than a little skeptical when a mysterious psychic appears in his life and tells him exactly where to find the District Attorney’s kidnapped daughter.
Simone Spencer knows specific details about the case, and more about Connor than he would like, especially since she is a suspect. Connor is a loner, both on and off the job, but as they spend time together and the trouble surrounding them escalates, their connection turns personal, throwing him off-balance and in danger of losing his heart.
Simone’s psychic powers accidentally open a destiny circle and involve her in Connor’s life in unexpected ways. She can see into his past secrets that he isn’t even aware of. Can she make him trust her enough to believe in her visions?

It looked like a freaking movie set. Detective Connor Galbraith muttered a cuss word as he tightened his grip on the frightened little girl who clung to his neck. All around them, cameras flashed. Every local channel along with all the major cable news networks lined up just behind the barricade of squad cars. Not that he was surprised to see the press here in large numbers. It wasn’t every day the District Attorney’s daughter is kidnapped by gunmen who held the Los Angeles Police Department at bay. It was a damn interesting story. He just wished to hell little Ashley hadn’t been a witness to the bloody ending.

“It’s just about over,” he murmured into three-year-old Ashley Davenport’s smoky blonde hair. “Don’t let all the cameras scare you, princess. You’re going home.”


Her voice was so soft that he could barely hear it.

He gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I promise.”

Connor cradled her close as the S.W.A.T. team ran around him to secure the rest of the building. He hoped they caught the bastard who shot his back up, Officer Harry. That suspect managed to escape during the gunfight.

An ambulance and coroner’s wagon roared up. How had things spun so far out of his control? Damn. When Connor closed his eyes, he could still see the blood darkening Harry’s shirt. Why the hell didn’t he wear his bulletproof vest? He just hoped Harry made it.

Connor hated making mistakes—especially ones of this magnitude—with the whole world watching. Killing suspects never sat easy with him. No matter how many candles he lit or priests he confessed to, killing stole pieces of his soul.

Just beyond the line of reporters stood the little girl’s mother, the usually unflappable Julia Davenport from the DA’s office. Morgan’s underlings snatched her daughter from daycare to scare Julia into getting Morgan’s case dropped. Now one of the kidnappers was dead and the other on the lam. Two more material witnesses were pulled out of a dumpster in an alley not far from here. Unless his partner, Trenton, caught the other suspect who he was chasing, Julia’s case was over. Without witnesses, the rest of the state’s case was based on flimsy circumstantial evidence. Which meant Judge Barnes would likely throw it out. Dammit to hell! Morgan would go free to peddle his drugs elsewhere. Two years of hard investigative work down the toilet.

He hardly recognized Julia in jeans and a loose T-shirt. She looked years younger and much more vulnerable. His gaze met her teary one for a brief moment as she mouthed: “thank you.” He blinked back his own tears as amid a flash of cameras, he lowered a struggling Ashley so she could run into the arms of her sobbing mother.

Connor straightened, preparing to face an onslaught of reporters moving towards him since the extra police officers had shifted them away from the mother and child reunion. With blood still pounding in his ears, he hoped he could rein in his temper long enough to deal with the press.

“Detective Galbraith, is it true that Ashley Davenport was kidnapped in an attempt to stop the Morgan Case from going forward?” a reporter from Channel 15 shouted over the crowd.

Connor grimaced as he raised his hands to silence the flow of questions. Damn. His breath caught at the sharp pain slicing through his side. They came too damn close to getting him this time.

He cleared his throat. “The department has no official comment at this time. Chief Mitchell will have a press conference at two.”

“But isn’t it true one suspect and a police officer lost their lives in the rescue operation?”

He hoped to hell Harry didn’t die.

“I can’t confirm or deny that report.” Jeez, he could hardly wait for this sound bite to be played over and over ad nauseam all day long.

“Isn’t there one suspect still at large?”

“Were the two bodies found yesterday connected to this case?”

“Sorry, boys, you’ll have to wait for the official press conference.”

5 Ribbons from Romance Junkies.

CROSSING THE LINE pulled me in and wouldn't let go.


“Catherine Stang creates the perfect story to suck readers in from the very first page and once you are in, she quickly turns you like a roller coaster with her twists and turns and has you aching with her white hot read!
Crossing the Line will have you glued to your seat as you go along for the ride of your life! The book has many sub plots including Simone’s aunts, grandmother and Connor’s partner. You will certainly enjoy reading this one!”
4 ½ Lips! Alisha, Two Lips Reviews


"A classical style romp into the myth of the knight in 'shining armor', updated to the hard hitting take no prisoners detective story; Crossing the Line, examines the roles we love to read. The "knight" --Dectective, who has no idea of his own strengths, the lady -- psychic who loves him but has not idea of how to help him, the 'villian' who outstetches even his own evil.
Catherine Stang displays great writing strength with a modern 21st century fairy tale.
Of particular note, is Catherine Stang's correct usage of the major arcana terms. There is a subtle additional authanticity underlaying the novel simply by recognizing that the term "psychic" encompasses psychometry, divination, and pre-cognition. Giving each one to a different character, added to that feeling.
Crossing the Line is a convivial, riveting, fascinating but lengthy
afternoon's read. Its the type of read to pull up the pillows on the couch,
load your E-book reader and forget the sounds around you.
Crossing the Line is highly recommended." - RATING: 9 Campfires -- Michael D Johnson, Sage Fire Reviews


"Ms. Stang brings to life characters that are facing difficult challenges in their personal lives. She keeps the reader mesmerized with the web of lies that have been woven, and unravels them slowly. The tension between the characters is slow to build, but when it does, it zooms forward. I enjoyed this book for the twists and turns of the plot and the outcome was not expected. If you like a good mystery, this is a definite read for you."
-Liadan, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance, Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books


"[A] great premise." ~Cindy Himler for Romantic Times BOOKreviews


“The minute you open to the first page you’re smack bang in the middle of the action. Crossing The Line pulls you in with the first scene and doesn’t let go. Catherine Stang has done a great job of combining a little humor with the suspense…Crossing The Line delivers everything it promises, romance and suspense, both the on the edge of you seat kind. Ms. Stang has certainly won a fan here and I know once you’ve read any of her books she’ll convert you too.”
5 Angels! Reviewed by: Rachel C., Fallen Angel Reviews

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Suspense Books

ISBN: 1593747624
ISBN(13-digit): 9781593747626
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 184
Paper Weight (lb): 8.0

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