Crossfire Series by Niki Savage

Driftwood has been updated, and is now 42000 words instead of 15000 words. It is the first book in the Driftwood Trilogy, and closely related to the Crossfire Trilogy, featuring many of the same characters, and offering the surprise appearance of a beloved character from Crossfire. Dr Nancy Kendall went to Mozambique to forget her troubles. Instead she met a man who couldn't remember his name or his past... moreDriftwood has been updated, and is now 42000 words instead of 15000 words. It is the first book in the Driftwood Trilogy, and closely related to the Crossfire Trilogy, featuring many of the same characters, and offering the surprise appearance of a beloved character from Crossfire. Dr Nancy Kendall went to Mozambique to forget her troubles. Instead she met a man who couldn't remember his name or his past. Can they give each other what they need to heal, and will Nancy's heart survive the ordeal? less

A deadly mercenary wakes up in the home of Marcelle Deschamps, a woman he has never met, but who haunts his dreams... moreA deadly mercenary wakes up in the home of Marcelle Deschamps, a woman he has never met, but who haunts his dreams. As the weeks go by, and his body heals, he finds himself falling in love with her, but can he overcome the guilt he feels at the life stolen from her? Will the dark side of his psyche, the result of his terrible past, triumph and hurt her? If she finds out his part in the death of her husband, will she chase him away or grant him absolution? Marcelle Deschamps, the golden girl of world cycling, struggles to cope after the death of her husband, a famous racing driver. Life is a challenge, where even a restful night’s sleep is impossible. She saves Stefan Ziegler’s life when she finds him helpless and wounded, and gives him shelter in her home. Soon she finds out that her patient has the uncanny ability to grant her the peace that has eluded her for two years. Claude, a close friend, warns her that Stefan is a soulless killer, and not the man he pretends to be. Should she believe him, or listen to what her heart tells her? Can she risk trusting the man who holds her heart in his hands? Excerpt from Crossfire: Stefan’s lighter skin and pale hair contrasted with her memories of her husband’s dark features against the white hospital sheets. She remembered from the passport photo that in health he was remarkably handsome. Now a day’s dark stubble shadowed lean cheeks and a strong chin, and silky blond hair spilled onto the pale green pillow cover. His mouth looked as if it could smile often, his parted lips revealing regular white teeth. It was a perfect face, she had to admit, sinister in its beauty, like a mask that served to conceal something hideous. A shiver passed through her. Perhaps when he woke and she could see his eyes, she might feel reassured she had made the right decision. less

This is the third book in the Crossfire Trilogy. Stefan's worst fears come true when Marcelle disappears after a meeting with her team manager on his smallholding outside Paris. As Omega starts a race against the clock, desperate to find her before it’s too late, Stefan goes to pieces, blaming himself for drawing her into his world... moreThis is the third book in the Crossfire Trilogy. Stefan's worst fears come true when Marcelle disappears after a meeting with her team manager on his smallholding outside Paris. As Omega starts a race against the clock, desperate to find her before it’s too late, Stefan goes to pieces, blaming himself for drawing her into his world. Can their marriage survive such a cruel test? Will Marcelle’s bitter experiences at the hands of her captors change her forever, even if she survives? Will she blame Stefan? Can he stop blaming himself? This is an excerpt from Hearts on Fire. "Marcelle opened her eyes, or thought she had. The inky blackness didn’t change. A excruciating headache pounded her brain, and she reached a hand to the stickiness on her forehead. Searching fingers found her eyes open, and panic surged through her. She waved a hand in front of her eyes, fighting down her alarm. She was blind! And that wasn’t the only problem. Rough blankets scraped against her skin every time she moved, and it took only a second before she realized she was naked. They had not even left her the dignity of underwear. Her wristwatch, a birthday gift from her father, was also missing. Had that ugly man undressed her? What else had he done while she had been unconscious? She shuddered, revulsion rising at the back of her throat. Was he watching her, even now? Her panic was turning into hysteria when she heard a click, and bright light flooded the room. She cried out as the sharp light hurt her eyes, but was also profoundly grateful. The light revealed a small windowless room, bare of furnishings except for the narrow cot upon which she lay, and the small table next to it. The blankets over and under her were the same drab grey as the rough stone walls of the room. Marcelle stared at the heavy wooden door, expecting it to open, but nothing further happened. She noticed another, smaller room. Through the open door, she could see a washbasin and a toilet. Her bursting bladder could wait no longer. She wrapped a blanket around herself, and staggered towards the toilet. The door had a flimsy lock, but she was grateful for it. She locked the door behind her, and dropped the blanket to the floor. After her ablutions, she rinsed her face with cold water, and rubbed away the dried blood. The ugly cut still oozed a thin trickle of watery blood, but a wad of toilet paper stemmed the flow. She checked her body, but apart from cuts and bruises from the car accident, everything seemed to be intact. She decided the monstrous man had not violated her while she had been defenseless." less