Another Life,Used

Product Description Gifted author Donna Anders is a master of psychological suspense Ann Rule called her last novel, The Flower Man, "as terrifying as a footstep next to your bed at midnight." Now Anders takes us air a rollercoaster ride of steadily increasing thrills, as a young wife on the run assumes another woman's identity and perhaps her nightmares....San Fransisco freelance artist Sharon Moore is caught in a living hell. Her abusive husband has made her a prisoner in her own home, convinced her doctor and neighbors she is having a breakdown, and is plotting her "accidental" death. Desperate, Sharon flees to Seattle with her fiveyearold son, David. After assuming the identity of "Janice Young," a woman who died in a suspicious fire years before, Sharon's fresh start is shattered when she begins receiving death threats taunting phone calls that mock her every move. Tired of running, and with David ill, Sharon is determined to fight. But she can't be certain if her husband has caught up with her, or if someone is after Janice Young a murderer who, this time, will make sure Janice does not survive. Review Ann Rule Suspense that will make your heart skip a beat....Magnificent storytelling.Ann RuleSuspense that will make your heart skip a beat....Magnificent storytelling.Ann RuleSuspense that will make your heart skip a beat....Magnificent storytelling. About the Author Donna Anders is the author of twelve novels, including six previous thrillers available from Pocket Books The Flower Man, Another Life, Dead Silence, In All the Wrong Places, Night Stalker, and Afraid of the Dark. A native of Washington State, she lives in Seattle. She is currently working on her next novel for Pocket Books. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter OneSharon Moore's sense of danger was sudden, itching at the back of her neck as she stood on the curb to lock her car door. Although Haight Street one block away was alive with lights and activity, the side street of narrow Victorian houses was dark and shadowy. She turned quickly, her gaze darting up and down the sidewalk cracked and chipped concrete as old as the turnofthecentury homes that stood braced against each other as they tilted forward onto their steep front stairways.In the distance a woman walked her dog, and further still, a man parked a motorcycle. Neither of them even noticed that she shared the street with them.Don't panic, she told herself. He doesn't know you're here.Hoisting her purse strap onto her shoulder, Sharon started toward Haight. She must hurry. Her girlfriend, Lexi Steward, was closing her shop early tonight. And God help me if I'm not home on time, she reminded herself grimly.Sharon didn't realize she was almost running until she reached the brightly lit street and had to pause to wait for the light. Beyond the traffic Glamour Puss was colorfully garish, the display windows decorated with flags, masks, andmannequins dressed in original designs Lexi had created. High above the windows, goldfiligreed leaves adorned the arched cornice that edged the roof, and at its peak two stone gargoyles guarded Lexi's domain.Sharon grinned. Her friend from college hadn't made a name in the New York fashion world yet, but she was well known in San Francisco. Women who wanted to create their own style came to Lexi. Her uniqueness was legendary in the Haight, an area that was also home to underground newspapers, artists, corner musicians, psychics, and street people.Pausing at the entrance to Glamour Puss, Sharon waited as two chattering women came out of the door, their arms full of packages. She smiled at their obvious pleasure with their purchases. Sharon envied Lexi's free spirit, her absolute confidence in her talent to design clothing. Lexi's artistic honesty spilled over onto her customers who inevitably fell for her oneofakind garments and elaborate hats.How many years since I felt the wind at