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TITLES BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ THE LOST NIGHT FILES TRILOGY Sleep No More THE FOGG LAKE TRILOGY Lightning in a Mirror All the Colors of Night The Vanishing Untouchable Promise Not to Tell When All the Girls Have Gone Secret Sisters Trust No One River Road Dream Eyes Copper Beach In Too...
TITLES BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ THE LOST NIGHT FILES TRILOGY Sleep No More THE FOGG LAKE TRILOGY Lightning in a Mirror All the Colors of Night The Vanishing Untouchable Promise Not to Tell When All the Girls Have Gone Secret Sisters Trust No One River Road Dream Eyes Copper Beach In Too Deep Fired Up Running Hot Sizzle and Burn White Lies All Night Long Falling Awake Truth or Dare Light in Shadow Summer in Eclipse Bay Together in Eclipse Bay Smoke in Mirrors Lost & Found Dawn in Eclipse Bay Soft Focus Eclipse Bay Eye of the Beholder Flash Sharp Edges Deep Waters Absolutely, Positively Trust Me Grand Passion Hidden Talents Wildest Hearts Family Man Perfect Partners Sweet Fortune Silver Linings The Golden Chance TITLES BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ WRITING AS AMANDA QUICK When She Dreams The Lady Has a Past Close Up Tightrope The Other Lady Vanishes The Girl Who Knew Too Much ’Til Death Do Us Part Garden of Lies Otherwise Engaged The Mystery Woman Crystal Gardens Quicksilver Burning Lamp The Perfect Poison The Third Circle The River Knows Second Sight Lie by Moonlight The Paid Companion Wait Until Midnight Late for the Wedding Don’t Look Back Slightly Shady Wicked Widow I Thee Wed With This Ring Affair Mischief Mystique Mistress Deception Desire Dangerous Reckless Ravished Rendezvous Scandal Surrender Seduction TITLES BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ WRITING AS JAYNE CASTLE Sweetwater and the Witch Guild Boss Illusion Town Siren’s Call The Hot Zone Deception Cove The Lost Night Canyons of Night Midnight Crystal Obsidian Prey Dark Light Silver Master Ghost Hunter After Glow Harmony After Dark Amaryllis Zinnia Orchid THE GUINEVERE JONES SERIES Desperate and Deceptive the guinevere jones collection, volume 1 The Desperate Game The Chilling Deception Sinister and Fatal the guinevere jones collection, volume 2 The Sinister Touch The Fatal Fortune SPECIALS The Scargill Cove Case Files Bridal Jitters (writing as jayne castle) ANTHOLOGIES Charmed (with julie beard, lori foster, and eileen wilks) TITLES WRITTEN BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ AND JAYNE CASTLE No Going Back BERKLEY An imprint of Penguin Random House LLC penguinrandomhouse.com Copyright © 2023 by Jayne Ann Krentz Penguin Random House supports copyright. 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Classification: LCC PS3561.R44 S544 2023 (print) | LCC PS3561.R44 (ebook) | DDC 813/.54—dc23/eng/20220609 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022026629 LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022026630 Cover design by Rita Frangie Cover images: woman © Ilina Simeonova / Trevillion Images; background by Grischa Georgiew / Shutterstock Adapted for ebook by Kelly Brennan This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. pid_prh_6.0_142201953_c0_r0 For Frank, with love CHAPTER ONE Carnelian, California . . . Blood dripped from the bottom of the laundry cart. Ambrose Drake flattened one hand against the wall to keep himself on his feet. He was back in the underwater world. That meant he was dreaming again. He struggled to focus on the glary aura of the figure pushing the cart toward the swinging doors at the far end of the corridor. Was that what a ghost looked like? “What’s going on?” he said. The words came out in a slurred, raspy jumble that he knew probably made no sense, assuming he had managed to say them aloud. It was hard to talk underwater. He thought he had been getting better at navigating the strange atmosphere down here below the surface, but either he had been fooling himself or he had regressed, because tonight he was having trouble just staying upright. And what the hell was he doing on his feet? He was supposed to be in bed. Shit. Was he sleepwalking again? That was not good. It meant the nightmares and hallucinations were getting worse. But did you know if you were sleepwalking? That didn’t sound logical. If you were aware that you were walking in your sleep it meant you were awake. Didn’t it? Or did it mean you had slipped over the edge of sanity and fallen into the abyss? Maybe his worst nightmare had finally become his new reality. The rattle of rubber wheels on the tiled floor distracted him. The glowing figure propelling the cart was leaning into the task now, picking up speed. Seconds later cart and ghost vanished through the swinging doors. That seemed to indicate the figure had heard the question and had reacted by leaving the scene as quickly as possible—which led to another disturbing conclusion. Maybe the ghost with the laundry cart leaving a trail of blood drops on the floor was real. You could never be sure when you were in this deep. “Am I awake or asleep?” he mumbled. “Only one way to find out.” He took his hand off the wall, pushed aside the hallucinations, and managed another couple of steps forward. His progress was complicated by the fact that the corridor was drenched