Sacred Sins: A Novel by Nora Roberts (English) Paperback Book

Description: Sacred Sins by Nora Roberts Tess Court, a lovely psychologist, and Ben Paris, a police sergeant, fall in love as they work together to capture a mad killer who is strangling attractive women. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Combining explosive suspense with sensual passion, Nora Roberts turns up the heat in this classic tale-the sizzling story of a man and woman on the trail of a demented killer, a search that will plunge them headlong into danger....In the lazy days of summer, a merciless heat wave is the biggest story in Washington, D.C. But the weather is knocked off the front pages when a young woman is found strangled to death. A note left behind reads Her sins are forgiven her.Two more victims soon follow, and suddenly every headline is devoted to the killer the press has dubbed "the Priest." When the police ask top-notch psychiatrist Dr. Tess Court to help with their investigation, she comes up with a disturbing portrait of a twisted soul.Detective Ben Paris doesnt give a damn about the killers psyche. What he cant easily dismiss is Tess. Tall, dark, and good-looking, Ben has a legendary reputation with women, but the coolly elegant Tess doesnt react to him like other women hes known - and he finds the challenge enticing.Now, as the two are thrown together in a perilous quest to stop a serial killer, the flame of white-hot passion flares. But someone also has his eyes on the beautiful blond doctor ... and Ben can only pray that if the madman strikes, hell be able to stop him before its too late.... Back Cover Combining explosive suspense with sensual passion. Nora Roberts turns up the heat in this classic tale-the sizzling story of a man and woman on the trail of a demented killer, a search that will plunge them headlong into danger.... In the lazy days of summer, a merciless heat wave is the biggest story in Washington. D.C. But the weather is knocked off the front pages when a young woman is found strangled to death. A note left behind reads Her sins are forgiven her. Two more victims soon follow, and suddenly every headline is devoted to the killer the press has dubbed "the Priest." When the police ask top-notch psychiatrist Dr. Tess Court to help with their investigation, she comes up with a disturbing portrait of a twisted soul. Detective Ben Paris doesnt give a damn about the killers psyche. What he cant easily dismiss is Tess. Tall, dark, and good-looking. Ben has a legendary reputation with women. but the coolly elegant Tess doesnt react to him like other women hes known-and he finds the challenge enticing. Now, as the two are thrown together in a perilous quest to stop a serial killer, the flame of white-hot passion flares. But someone also has his eyes on the beautiful blond doctor...and Ben can only pray that if the madman strikes, hell be able to stop him before its too late.... Author Biography Nora Roberts is the author of more than 215 novels including several #1 New York Times bestsellers, with more than 500 million copies of her books in print. She lives in Maryland. Review "Roberts is indeed a word artist, painting her story and characters with vitality and verve."— Daily News of Los Angeles Long Description Originally intended as the first piece in a cycle of four impressions entitled In the New Forest, Burley Heath was written in 1902 but never finished. The manuscript represents a 168-bar fragment, which James Francis Brown, the editor of this edition, has completed by inserting a recapitulation of the initial material. Marking the first publication of this previously little-known early work, this edition also contains an introduction by the editor.Orchestral material is available on hire/rental form the hire library or appropriate agent. Review Quote "Roberts is indeed a word artist, painting her story and characters with vitality and verve." - Daily News of Los Angeles Dont miss: Carnal Innocence Sweet Revenge Public Secrets Genuine Lies Hot Ice Divine Evil More electrifying novels of romantic suspense from bestselling author Nora Roberts Available from Bantam Books And look for Brazen Virtue Coming in hardcover summer 2001 Excerpt from Book August fifteenth. It was a day following other days of sweat and hazy skies. There were no puffy white clouds or balmy breezes, only a wall of humidity nearly thick enough to swim in. Reports on the six and eleven oclock news glumly promised more to come. In the long, lazy last days of summer, the heat wave moving into its second, pitiless week was the biggest story in Washington, D.C. The Senate was adjourned until September, so Capitol Hill moved sluggishly. Relaxing before a much touted European trip, the President cooled off at Camp David. Without the day-to-day shuffle of politics, Washington was a city of tourists and street vendors. Across from the Smithsonian, a mime performed for a sticky crowd that had stopped more to catch its collective breath than in appreciation of art. Pretty summer dresses wilted, and children whined for ice cream. The young and the old flocked to Rock Creek Park, using the shade and water as a defense against the heat. Soft drinks and lemonade were consumed by the gallon, beer and wine downed in the same quantity, but less conspicuously. Bottles had a way of disappearing when park police cruised by. During picnics and cookouts people mopped sweat, charred hot dogs, and watched babies in diapers toddle on the grass. Mothers shouted at children to stay away from the water, not to run near the road, to put down a stick or a stone. The music from portable radios was, as usual, loud and defiant; hot tracks, the deejays called them, and reported temperatures in the high nineties. Small groups of students drew together, some sitting on the rocks above the creek to discuss the fate of the world, others sprawled on the grass, more interested in the fate of their tans. Those who could spare the time and the gas had fled to the beach or the mountains. A few college students found the energy to throw Frisbees, the men stripping down to shorts to show off torsos uniformly bronzed. A pretty young artist sat under a tree and sketched idly. After several attempts to draw her attention to the biceps hed been working on for six months, one of the players took a more obvious route. The Frisbee landed on her pad with a plop. When she looked up in annoyance, he jogged over. His grin was apologetic, and calculated, he hoped, to dazzle. "Sorry. Got away from me." After pushing a fall of dark hair over her shoulder, the artist handed the Frisbee back to him. "Its all right." She went back to her sketching without sparing him a glance. Youth is nothing if not tenacious. Hunkering down beside her, he studied her drawing. What he knew about art wouldnt have filled a shot glass, but a pitch was a pitch. "Hey, thats really good. Wherere you studying?" Recognizing the ploy, she started to brush him off, then looked up long enough to catch his smile. Maybe he was obvious, but he was cute. "Georgetown." "No kidding? Me too. Pre-law." Impatient, his partner called across the grass. "Rod! We going for a brew or not?" "You come here often?" Rod asked, ignoring his friend. The artist had the biggest brown eyes hed ever seen. "Now and again." "Why dont we--" "Rod, come on. Lets get that beer." Rod looked at his sweaty, slightly overweight friend, then back into the cool brown eyes of the artist. No contest. "Ill catch you later, Pete," he called out, then let the Frisbee go in a high, negligent arch. "Finished playing?" the artist asked, watching the flight of the Frisbee. He grinned, then touched the ends of her hair. "Depends." Swearing, Pete started off in pursuit of the disk. Hed just paid six bucks for it. After nearly tripping over a dog, he scrambled down a slope, hoping the Frisbee wouldnt land in the creek. Hed paid a lot more for his leather sandals. It circled toward the water, making him curse out loud, then hit a tree and careened off into some bushes. Dripping sweat and thinking about the cold Moosehead waiting for him, Pete shoved at branches and cleared his way. His heart stopped, then sent the blood beating in his head. Before he could draw breath to yell, his lunch of Fritos and two hot dogs came up, violently. The Frisbee had landed two feet from the edge of the creek. It lay new and red and cheerful on a cold white hand that seemed to offer it back. She had been Carla Johnson, a twenty-three-year-old drama student and part-time waitress. Twelve to fifteen hours before, she had been strangled with a priests amice. White, edged in gold. Detective Ben Paris slumped at his desk after finishing his written report on the Johnson homicide. Hed typed the facts, using two fingers in a machine gun style. But now they played back to him. No sexual assault, no apparent robbery. Her purse had been under her, with twenty-three dollars and seventy-six cents and a MasterCard in it. An opal ring that would have hocked for about fifty had still been on her finger. No motive, no suspects. Nothing. Ben and his partner had spent the afternoon interviewing the victims family. An ugly business, he thought. Necessary, but ugly. They had unearthed the same answers at every turn. Carla had wanted to be an actress. Her life had been her studies. She had dated, but not seriously -- shed been too devoted to an ambition she would never achieve. Ben skimmed the report again and lingered over the murder weapon. The priests scarf. There had been a note pinned next to it. Hed knelt beside her himself hours before to read it. Her sins are forgiven her. "Amen," Ben murmured, and let out a long breath. It was after one a.m. on the second week of September when Barbara Clayton cut across the lawn of the Washington Cathedral. The air was warm, the stars brilliant, but she wasnt in the mood to enjoy it. As she walked she muttered bad-temperedly. Shed give that ferret-faced mechanic an earful in the morning. Fixed the transmission good as new. What a crock. Damn good thing she only had a couple more blocks to walk. Now shed have to take the bus to work. The ugly, grease-smeared sonofabitch was going to pay. A shooting star exploded and trailed across the sky in a brilliant arch. She never even noticed. Nor did the man who watched her. Hed known shed come. Hadnt he been told to keep watch? Wasnt his head, even now, almost bursting from the pressure of the Voice? Hed been chosen, given the burden and the glory. "Dominus vobiscum," he murmured, then gripped the smooth material of the amice tightly in his hands. And when his task was complete, he felt the hot rush of power. His loins exploded. His blood sang. He was clean. And so, now, was she. Slowly, gently, he ran his thumb over her forehead, her lips, her heart, in the sign of the cross. He gave her absolution, but quickly. The Voice had warned him there were many who wouldnt understand the purity of the work he did. Leaving her body in the shadows, he walked on, eyes bright with the tears of joy and madness. Details ISBN0553265741 Author Nora Roberts Short Title SACRED SINS Pages 368 Language English ISBN-10 0553265741 ISBN-13 9780553265743 Media Book DEWEY FIC Year 1987 Imprint Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Residence Keedysville, MD, US Birth 1950 DOI 10.1604/9780553265743 Series Number 1 Subtitle A Novel AU Release Date 1987-11-01 NZ Release Date 1987-11-01 US Release Date 1987-11-01 UK Release Date 1987-11-01 Publisher Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc Series D.C. Detectives Format Paperback Publication Date 1987-11-01 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:8025275;

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