Wrong Number by Rachelle Christensen

When Aubree Stewart receives a mysterious phone call on her way to work, she doesn't know what to think when the caller mentions a dead body. At first she assumes it s some kind of prank. But the call isn't a practical joke, and Aubree soon finds herself swept up in a world of danger, intrigue, and murder. With help from the FBI, Aubree races to protect herself and what s left of her family, but the one thing she forgets to protect is her own heart.

Good story with bad guys, good guys and romance.
Rachelle offers a story of intrigue when Aubree gets a wrong number. From the beginning this book is full of suspense, making me distrust every person in her life. Even the ones that seem to be falling for her.

Good, clean and quick page turning read!


Rating: PG
V: Bad guys, gun fight
L: None
S: kissing


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""Having a baby is like being run over by  truck," the nurse said and chuckled.
Aubree nodded and then watched the nurse take out the needle.
"The pain medicine will help you feel better."
"No, I'm okay. I took a pain pill earlier," Aubree said
The nurse fiddled with the tube connected to Aubree's IV. "This is just to last you through the night."
"No. When I take too much pain medicine, it makes me sick."
The nurse didn't hesitate when Aubree protested, and Aubree felt her heart rate increase as she watched the needle approaching the IV bag.
"Oh, this won't do that," the nurse said.
Aubree realized that maybe this nurse wasn't here to help he feel better. She pulled herself to a sitting position. "Jason!" Aubree cried. "Help me!"
The nurse jumped back in alarm as the door burst open, and Jason and Sanderson ran in. Lights flooded the room."What are you doing?" Jason demanded, grabbing the nurse's arm.
"I'm giving her some morphine like the doctor ordered." Her voice trembled.
"Morphine! She's allergic to morphine," Jason shouted.
Aubree felt like she was in a bad dream. She watched Sanderson grab the syringe form the nurse and examine it.
"Where' her chart? I want to see the orders," Sanderson demanded.
"It's on the computer. The doctor ordered it up because her pain level was a seven," the nurse said.
"I was sleeping. I never asked for more pain meds," Aubree said. She grabbed the bed sheets, wiped her sweaty palms, and took a few shallow breaths.
Jason tugged on the nurse's arm, leading her toward the laptop hooked to the hospital's mainframe. "Show me."
Sanderson bent over Aubree's bed. "Are you okay?'
She nodded, and another nurse waring pink scrubs entered the room, pushing the newborn cart. Aubree leaned forward when she heard Scarlett's cries. The nurse looked around and frowned. "Is everything okay here?"
"No," Jason answered and pointed to the other nurse. "She was about to give Aubree a lethal dose of morphine."