The O'Hurley family saga concludes with a combination of passion, danger and heartfelt emotion that only #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author NORA ROBERTS can provide. SKIN DEEP Regrets. Even movie stars have them. Chantel O'Hurley's family was far away, her mansion was empty, and when she was threatened, there was no one to turn to. There was certainly no comfort in Quinn Doran. He looked like he'd been carved out of stone and he was just as intractable. But in that hardness was a promise: "I will keep you safe. I will bring you home." But could she get him to stay? WITHOUT A TRACE Redemption. With everything he'd seen and done, Trace O'Hurley was way past that. And nothing the flame-haired Irish beauty Gillian Fitzpatrick said could change the fact that he was just a disillusioned man with nothing left to lose. But somehow Gillian made him believe that he could do the impossible—rescue her family. Take down a terrorist organization. Ask for forgiveness. Be one of the O'Hurleys again…at last. "With clear-eyed, concise vision and a sure pen, Roberts nails her characters and settings with awesome precision,drawing readers into a vividly rendered world of family-centered warmth and unquestionable magic." -Library Journal "Her stories have fueled the dreams of twenty-five million readers." -Chicago Tribune "Roberts' bestselling novels are some of the best in the romance genre. They are thoughtfully plotted, well-written stories featuring fascinating characters." -USA TODAY "A superb author...Ms. Roberts is an enormously gifted writer whose incredible range and intensity guarantee the very best of reading." -Rave Reviews "A consistently entertaining writer." -USA TODAY "The publishing world might be hard-pressed to find an author with a more diverse style or fertile imagination than Roberts." -Publishers Weekly Nora Roberts is a bestselling author of more than 209 romance novels. She was the first author to be inducted into the Romance Writers of America Hall of Fame. As of 2011, her novels had spent a combined 861 weeks on the New York Times Bestseller List, including 176 weeks in the number-one spot. Over 280 million copies of her books are in print, including 12 million copies sold in 2005 alone. The house was big and cool and white. In the early-morning hours, a breeze came through the terrace doors Chantel had left unlatched, bringing in the scents of the garden. Across the lawn, hidden from the main house by trees, was a gazebo, painted white, with wisteria climbing up the trellises. Sometimes, when the wind was right, Chantel could catch the perfume from her bedroom window. On the east side of the lawn was an elaborate marble fountain. It was quiet now. She rarely had it turned on when she was alone. Near it was the pool, an octagonal stone affair skirted by a wide patio and flanked by another, smaller, white house. There was a tennis court beyond a grove of trees, but it had been weeks since she'd had the time or the inclination to pick up a racket. Surrounding the estate was a stone fence, twice as tall as a man, that alternately gave her a sense of security or the feeling of being hemmed in. Still, inside the house, with its lofty ceilings and cool white walls, she often forgot about the fence and the security system and the electronic gate; it was the price she paid for the fame she had always wanted. The servants' quarters were in the west wing, on the first floor. No one stirred there now. It was barely dawn, and she was alone. There were times Chantel preferred it that way. As she bundled her hair under a hat, she didn't bother to check the results in the three-foot mirror in her dressing room. The long shirt and flat-heeled shoes she wore were chosen for comfort, not for elegance. The face that had broken men's hearts and stirred women's envy was left untouched by cosmetics. Chantel protected it by pulling down the brim of her hat and slipping on enormous sunglasses. As she picked up the bag that held everything she thought she would need for the day, the intercom beside the door buzzed. She checked her watch. Five forty-five. Then she pushed the button. "Right on time." "Good morning, Miss O'Hurley." "Good morning, Robert. I'll be right down." After flipping the switch that released the front gate, Chantel started down the wide double staircase that led to the main floor. The mahogany rail felt like satin under her fingers as she trailed them down. Overhead, a chandelier hung, its prisms quiet in the dim light. The marble floor shone like glass. The house was a suitable showcase for the star she had worked to become. Chantel had yet to take any of it for granted. It was a dream that had rolled from, then into, other dreams, and it took time and effort and skill to maintain. But then she'd been working all her life and felt entitled to the benefits she had begun to reap. As she walked to the front door, the phone began to ring. Damn it, had they changed t