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Dark Paradise

A Novel

Dark Paradise by Tami Hoag
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New Eden, Montana, is a piece of heaven on earth where one woman died in her own private hell. Now it’s up to ex-court reporter Marilee Jennings to decipher the puzzle of her best friend’s death. But someone has a stake in silencing her suspicion. Someone with secrets worth killing for—and the power to turn this beautiful haven into a . . . 
And as Mari digs deeper beneath New Eden’s picture-perfect exterior, finding the truth is suddenly no longer a matter of justice. 

    It’s her only hope of staying alive.

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Random House Publishing Group; December 2003
ISBN 9780553898507
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Title: Dark Paradise
Author: Tami Hoag
She could hear the dogs in the distance, baying relentlessly.  Pursuing relentlessly, as death pursues life.


Christ, she was going to die.  The thought made her incredulous.  Somehow, she had never really believed this moment would come.  The idea had always loitered in the back of her mind that she would somehow be able to cheat the grim reaper, that she would be able to deal her way out of the inevitable.  She had always been a gambler.  Somehow, she had always managed to beat the odds.  Her heart fluttered and her throat clenched at the idea that she would not beat them this time.

The whole notion of her own mortality stunned her, and she wanted to stop and stare at herself, as if she were having an out-of-body experience, as if this person running were someone she knew only in passing.  But she couldn't stop.  The sounds of the dogs drove her on.  The instinct of self-preservation spurred her to keep her feet moving.

She lunged up the steady grade of the mountain, tripping over exposed roots and fallen branches.  Brush grabbed her clothing and clawed her bloodied face like gnarled, bony fingers.  The carpet of decay on the forest floor gave way in spots as she scrambled, yanking her back precious inches instead of giving her purchase to propel herself forward.  Pain seared through her as her elbow cracked against a stone half buried in the soft loam.  She picked herself up, cradling the arm against her body, and ran on.

Sobs of frustration and fear caught in her throat and choked her.  Tears blurred what sight she had in the moon-silvered night.  Her nose was broken and throbbing, forcing her to breathe through her mouth alone, and she tried to swallow the cool night air in great gulps.  Her lungs were burning, as if every breath brought in a rush of acid instead of oxygen.  The fire spread down her arms and legs, limbs that felt like leaden clubs as she pushed them to perform far beyond their capabilities.

I should have quit smoking. A ludicrous thought.  It wasn't cigarettes that was going to kill her.  In an isolated corner of her mind, where a strange calm resided, she saw herself stopping and sitting down on a fallen log for a final smoke.  It would have been like those nights after aerobics class, when the first thing she had done outside the gym was light up.  Nothing like that first smoke after a workout.  She laughed, on the verge of hysteria, then sobbed, stumbled on.

The dogs were getting closer.  They could smell the blood that ran from the deep cut the knife had made across her face.

There was no one to run to, no one to rescue her.  She knew that.  Ahead of her, the terrain only turned more rugged, steeper, wilder.  There were no people, no roads.  There was no hope.

Her heart broke with the certainty of that.  No hope.  Without hope, there was nothing.  All the other systems began shutting down.

She broke from the woods and stumbled into a clearing.  She couldn't run another step.  Her head swam and pounded.  Her legs wobbled beneath her, sending her lurching drunkenly into the open meadow.  The commands her brain sent shorted out en route, then stopped firing altogether as her will crumbled.

Strangling on despair, on the taste of her own blood, she sank to her knees in the deep, soft grass and stared up at the huge, brilliant disk of the moon, realizing for the first time in her life how insignificant she was.  She would die in this wilderness, with the scent of wildflowers in the air, and the world would go on without a pause.  She was nothing, just another victim of another hunt.  No one would even miss her.  The sense of stark loneliness that thought sent through her numbed her to the bone.

No one would miss her.

No one would mourn her.

Her life meant nothing.

She could hear the crashing in the woods behind her.  The sound of hoofbeats.  The snorting of a horse.  The dogs baying.  Her heart pounding, ready to explode.

She never heard the shot.

From the Paperback edition.