Autumn Sommers knows the danger of ignoring suchpowerful omens. Twelve years earlier, she could haveprevented a tragic accident if only she had acted onthose horrible nightmares. This time, she knows whatshe has to do. Her research into local missing persons suggests that thegirl in Autumn's dreams could be Molly, the daughter ofbusinessman Ben McKenzie. Still emotionally shatteredfrom his loss and unwilling to trust this stranger, Ben isangered rather than relieved to hear her theory that Mollyis still alive. Certain that she may be the girl's only chance,Autumn persists, until Ben grudgingly agrees to explorethis tiny, if improbable, shred of hope. As Autumn's dreams become more and more vivid, sheand Ben pursue their leads—leads that point to moremurders, and to the only person in control of whetherthey live—or die. Autumn Sommers used to dream repeatedly about a car crash that killed her friends. Now she keeps dreaming vividly about a man with a puppy who convinces a little girl to go with him. Autumn's dream gets more detailed every time, and because she didn't act upon the dream about her friends, she feels she must do everything in her power to find the girl and prevent her kidnapping. Her search leads her to sporting-goods magnate Ben McKenzie. Ben's daughter Molly went missing six years ago, and she is presumed dead. Autumn believes she's still alive and, although Ben is very skeptical, he cannot discount the possibility. As Ben becomes close to Autumn, his hopes increase, both for the return of his daughter and a relationship with Autumn. Autumn doesn't believe in happiness with Ben, but for Molly's sake she is determined to continue the search. The versatile and popular Martin tells a compelling tale about the mysterious powers of dreams. Hatton, Maria Top ten New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California Santa Barbara. Residing with her Western-author husband, L.J. Martin, in Missoula, Montana, Kat has written 70 Historical and Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels. More than 17 million of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries. Kat is currently hard at work on her next novel. Autumn Sommers tossed and turned, an icy fear creeping over her. Gooseflesh rose over her skin and moisture popped out on her forehead at the vivid, frightening images expanding into the corners of her mind. A little girl raced across the freshly mown front lawn of her suburban home, laughing as she played kickball with her friends—a child five or six years old with delicate features, big blue eyes and softly curling long blond hair. "Get the ball, Molly!" a little red-haired boy shouted. All of the children were around the same age. But Molly's curious blue eyes were fixed on the man standing on the sidewalk holding a fuzzy black-andwhite puppy. Ignoring the ball, which rolled past her short legs into the shrubs at the edge of the yard, she hurried toward the man. "Molly!" Angry, the little boy raced after the ball, picked it up and gave it a sturdy kick back toward the other children, who squealed with delight and chased after it. Molly saw only the adorable little puppy. "You like Cuffy?" the man asked as she reached up to pet the dog with gentle, adoring strokes. "I have another puppy just like him. His name is Nicky, but somehow he got lost. I was hoping you might help me find him." Lying in bed, Autumn shifted restlessly beneath the covers. "No…" she muttered, but the little girl couldn't hear her. She moved her head from side to side, trying to warn the child not to go with the man, but little Molly was already walking away, the puppy held snuggly in her arms. "Don't…go…" Autumn whispered, but the little girl just kept walking. Still clutching the puppy, the child climbed into the car and the man closed the door. He made his way to the driver's side, slid behind the wheel and started the engine. An instant later, the vehicle rolled quietly down the street. "Molly!" shouted the red-haired boy, running toward the disappearing auto. "You aren't supposed to go off with strangers!" "Molly!" One of the girls clamped her small hands on her hips. "You're not supposed to leave the yard!" She turned to the red-haired boy. "She's really gonna be in trouble." Worried now, the boy stared down the empty treelined street. "Come on! We've got to go tell her mom!" The children started running toward the pathway that led to the house. When the boy reached up and slammed the knocker down hard on the door, Autumn awakened from the dream. Her heart was thundering in her chest. Staring up at the ceiling, she blinked several times as the dream slipped away. Then she dragged in a couple of calming breaths; the dream was over. Yet she remembered it clearly and was still unnerved by what she had seen. With a sigh, Autumn glanced at the glowing red numbers on the digital clock beside her bed. It was almost 6:00 a.m., her usual time to get up. She was a