at Her Door
years ago, Megan Hoffman was
raped in her home, and her world fell apart. Though
she's piecing her life back together, she never feels
truly safe because her rapist has never been caught.
Megan believes suppressing her tragic past is the only
way to protect her privacy and her progress toward
healing her soul, so she vigilantly guards the secret of
Megan meets Jack Calhoun,
her sexy new neighbor and a single father, she fears her
fragile life is about to shatter again. Jack is an
investigative reporter, researching the town's string of
unsolved rape cases. While Jack's investigation
threatens to unearth Megan's secret, his charm and
rugged appeal tempt Megan to leave her well-fortified
comfort zone and take a chance on love. But new leads in
the serial rapist investigation bring Megan's nightmare
out of hiding and make Megan the target of a madman
determined to silence her ... forever.
"With poignant emotions and heart-pounding
suspense, readers will remember DANGER AT HER DOOR
long after the last word is devoured... The vividly
depicted characters are unforgettable, even the lovable
canine companion, and the storyline is both moving and
riveting in every scene from its realism. Beth
Cornelison has outdone herself in telling this emotive
story of despair and triumph. Her ability to create
stories packed with realistically portrayed moments
featuring genuine characters makes Beth Cornelison a
master at her craft. Regardless of whether the
characters are some of the most beloved you have ever
read or one of the more contemptible, their natures will
be convincing revealed all through the story, often with
surprising results. With storylines which are original
and skillfully written, there is never a lull in this
talented authorís work. Though the emotional aspects of
the story are the driving force in this multilayered
story, the suspenseful incidents add much to this
already profound book. DANGER AT HER DOOR is one
of those rare stories which touch one deeply on numerous
levels throughout the book." -- Amelia Richard,
"DANGER AT HER DOOR is a
fascinating story about a subject that we donít often
read about. Along with the serious topic of rape is
a charming romance. The book is well written and
poignant, with realistic characters. It is a
hard-hitting romantic suspense, and this reader/reviewer
will be looking for more from this talented author."
Romance Reviews Today
"The plot is very fast moving and the suspense
builds nicely until the last very exciting chapters.
Enjoy this one." -- Maura,
Coffee Time Romance
HER DOOR is an outstanding contemporary
romantic suspense from Beth Cornelison. The
characters are fresh, vulnerable, and full of vitality.
Cornelison is brilliant with her story weaving skills
and leaves readers on the edge of their seats page after
page. I would highly recommend this read to anyone who
enjoys romantic suspense. You will NOT be
disappointed." -- Kym Oettig,
Romance Reader At Heart
Megan stared at the men lined up behind the one-way
glass and fought the urge to throw up. Anxiety, anger
and frustration twisted inside her until she thought she
might shatter under the pressure.
But not now. Right now she had to pull herself
together. She had a job to do. The sooner she did her
job, the sooner she could get out of the small room
where the walls seemed to close in on her. The stale
odor of cigarettes and the noxious fumes of floor
cleaner hung in the air, contributing to her queasiness.
More unsettling were all the uniforms gathered around
her, the men with guns on their hips and badges on their
Policemen are our friends, she'd taught her
class on career day. They protect us and help us
But the man who had attacked her had exploited her
trust in a police uniform, used that trust to get inside
her home. And the sea of blue uniforms was a too-vivid
reminder of the army of officers who'd replied to her
911 call and tramped through her home gathering
evidence. They'd asked endless questions when all she
wanted to do was block out the horrid images and escape
the sounds replaying in her head.
Beside her, Ginny hovered quietly, her hand on
Megan's shoulder in a silent show of support.
"Do you recognize anything about any of them?" The
police detective in the dark room with them asked his
questions in low, modulated tones. Ginny and the
detective had taken pains to make Megan's task as easy
on her as possible. Still, the notion that one of the
men in the next room, lined up for her inspection, could
be the man who'd haunted her for five years sent a chill
slithering down her spine.
When she tried to answer, no sound left her mouth.
After clearing her throat, Megan tried again. "I
recognize number three. He's the man I saw on the news
The detective shifted his weight and scribbled in the
small notebook in his hand.
"But-" Her gaze remained locked on the glowering
faces behind the window.
In the periphery of her vision, the detective stopped
writing and raised his head. "But what?"
Drawing a slow, shaky breath, she shoved down her
discouragement. "I can't say with any conviction that
he, or any of the others, is the man who-" When Megan
faltered, Ginny reached for her hand and squeezed it.
"The man who raped me."
Facing the detective, Megan sighed. "God knows I wish
I could. But the man who attacked me had a lightning
bolt tattoo on his forearm. And . . . he was balding
A shudder race through her, remembering the face that
she'd worked five years to erase from her nightmares.
"He's not any of those men."
She heard frustration in the detective's voice. With
a nod, she glanced back at the line-up of men, and the
knots in her stomach tightened. The man she recognized
from the television stared straight ahead. His light
gray eyes stabbed her like shards of flint.
As cold and frightening as his pale glare was, the
menacing eyes she recalled so vividly from the night of
her attack had been dark brown, almost black. The man in
the line-up had no decoration on his arm, nor any scar
indicating the removal of a lightning bolt tattoo.
Though she wanted to believe her assailant had been
caught, the inconsistencies led her to the only
conclusion that made sense.
Her rapist still walked the street.