Top secret genetic engineering project Code Proteus created five children with super human abilities.  Four of the children were placed in loving homes; the fifth, Gideon, was kidnapped and raised by thieves.  Over twenty years later, four extraordinary people reunite to discover their past...and to search for the brother who was left behind. 

THE INSIDER is the poignant story of Gideon Faulkner, a reclusive genius who masterminds the greatest crime the world has known, yet is haunted by visions of a past he can’t remember.  In his quest for the truth, Gideon risks his life and his freedom...and is captured by the kindness of an innocent woman.

THE INSIDER
by Ingrid Weaver
April, 2004
Book 11 of the Family Secrets series from Silhouette

  and a TOP PICK! Romantic Times

  CataRomance

Gideon Faulkner has lived in isolation for twenty years, cut off from the world and from human touch.  One snowy night he risks his life to break free, to search for a different reality...and he finds Brooke... 

The corners of the man's mouth lifted.  "Ah."  His smile was as subtly sensual as a whisper of velvet.  The sound he made was a rumble of pleasure, setting off a wave of awareness.
     It jarred her.  He was a stranger.  It was closing time and she was tired.  Why was he affecting her this way?  Brooke had turned down offers from men who were better looking than he was.  Not that he was hard to look at, but his features were too harsh to be called handsome.  And besides, he wasn't making her any offers, was he?  He'd been careful to keep at least ten feet of space between them since he'd walked in the door.
     She picked up the coffee he'd declined and poured it from the mug into a foam cup, then snapped a plastic lid on top and carried it around the counter.  "Here," she said, closing the gap between them.  "One for the road.  If you don't drink it, you can warm your hands on it."
     He appeared to hold his breath as he stared at the cup in her hand.  Finally, he clenched his jaw and reached out.  His gloved fingers brushed hers as he took the cup.
     The warmth of the leather surprised her, as did its texture.  It was as supple as silk, sliding over her skin in a delicate caress.  The contact was tantalizingly brief, over almost as soon as it started.
     He exhaled as he backed away.  "Thank you."
     Whatever casual response she might have given him died on her lips.  The careful blankness he'd kept on his face since he'd walked in the door had slipped.  The shutters over his expression had parted and the loneliness once more shone through.
     It hadn't been an illusion.  It was as real as the leather that had touched her knuckles.  He was studying her as if he wanted to feel her warmth on his hands the way he'd felt the cold of the snow.
     As if he wanted to run his tongue over her and learn how she tasted.
     She could feel his need.  It rose like pheromones in the air around them.  Not just desire, but a longing for human contact that was more basic than sex and beyond the scope of words.  Its power stunned her. 
     Who was this man?
   What was he?  ......

THE INSIDER, by Ingrid Weaver, Silhouette Books, April 2004