From “one of the most popular voices in women’s fiction” ( Newsweek ) comes a heart-pounding romantic suspense novel from New York Times bestselling author Karen Robards. When she swore off love, he was the last man she imagined would steal her heart. If driving a piece-of-crap tow truck through the seediest part of town with a Smith & Wesson beside her means putting a roof over her son’s head, then Samantha Jones is going to be the best damn repo woman on the books. The streetwalkers, the drug pushers, the bands of looking-for-trouble punks haunting the mean streets at midnight don’t intimidate her. These are her people. The guy she finds bound and bloodied in the trunk of her latest conquest, a flashy new BMW, is a different breed entirely. Daniel Panterro was certain he was going to die. Instead, by a stroke of luck, he was beaten to within an inch of his life and left for dead. But if he’s having a bad day, Sam’s day is about to get way worse. Danny knows he hasn’t seen the last of the vicious drug runners who kidnapped him from protective custody. His only recourse is to take his pretty savior hostage and force her to help him. There’s no going back for Sam and her four-yearold son, Tyler. They’re in way too deep. With ruthless killers stalking their trail, Sam’s only choice is to trust this handsome, menacing stranger. But as she relinquishes control, Sam feels an unmistakable desire. Could she be tempted by Danny, who seems intent on protecting her and Tyler from even his own darkest secrets? And what is the price of falling in love with a man who operates on the edge of danger—her heart, her life . . . or both? Robards’ newest, after The Last Victim (2012), finds tough tow-truck driver and single mom Samantha shocked to discover a badly beaten man in the trunk of the BMW she’s repossessing. FBI agent Daniel Panterro, involved in a complicated sting operation to shut down a vicious drug cartel, realizes that Sam’s intervention has saved his life while endangering hers. He can’t tell her he’s one of the good guys, so even though she rescues him from bleeding to death, he must drag her into the witness-protection sham that serves as his cover. However, Sam won’t leave her four-year-old son. Knowing little Tyler is in danger because the assassins can trace Sam to her home via the information on the tow truck, Danny agrees to take the boy along. When they get to the house, the babysitter is dead and Tyler is hiding under his bed. Slowly Danny realizes their enemies include a mole inside the FBI. Robards pours on the suspense while portraying a compelling couple who complement each other’s strengths. --Pat Henshaw It's non-stop action in the newest romantic thriller by the always awesome Robards. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time has devastating consequences for a gusty single mom. Misdirection and secrets force this reluctant trio into a fight for their lives where deadly menace is dogging their footsteps. Classic romantic suspense by a genuine master! (Romantic Times Book Reviews) [Robards] never leaves lust behind in this entertaining romp. (PEOPLE Magazine) Robards pours on the suspense while portraying a compelling couple who complement each other's strengths. (Booklist) SHIVER is a fast-moving, uncomplicated and enjoyable read for fans of thegenre. (BookReporter.com) Karen Robards is the New York Times , USA TODAY , and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of more than fifty books and one novella. Karen published her first novel at age twenty-four and has won multiple awards throughout her career, including six Silver Pens for favorite author. Karen was described by The Daily Mail as “one of the most reliable thriller...writers in the world.” She is the mother of three boys and lives in Louisville, Kentucky. Shiver CHAPTER ONE “Mom, I’m scared.” Tyler’s voice was scarcely louder than a whisper. Curled up in his bed with one arm wrapped around his favorite stuffed bear and the other tucked beneath his head, he was a small, thin boy who hardly made a dent in the covers. His black hair was still damp from the bath she had made him take just before getting into bed and smelled, just faintly, of baby shampoo. The expression in his blue eyes proclaimed his absolute conviction that she could keep him safe from all harm. Samantha Jones looked down at her four-year-old son and felt a pang in the region of her heart. She was a twenty-three-year-old single mother with a precarious job situation, very little money, and absolutely no experience raising kids, and she was all he had. Probably she wasn’t going to get mother of the year anytime soon, but she was doing her best. “Close your eyes and go to sleep, and I’ll be home before you wake up,” she promised. Like Tyler, she was slim and fine-boned, with unruly black hair—hers reached the middle of her back—and blue eyes. She sat beside him on his twin bed in the pool of lamplight cast by the room’s only illumination, the sma