Scream For Me
Montlake Suspense #3
They were only supposed to have a professional relationship, but FBI agent Kyle McKenzie has been fantasizing about his sexy partner, Cadence Hollow, from the moment they first moment. It takes the darkest case of their careers to finally bring their hidden desire bubbling to the surface. Once they’re in each other’s arms, though, they swear that nothing short of death will part them. The Night Hunter—a cunning stalker whose four-state, fifteen-year abduction spree began in Paradox, Alabama, with Kyle’s sister—may be only too happy to oblige.
In the small town, Kyle must confront the painful past he’s been hiding from Cadence. Kyle vows to put the Hunter behind bars…or in the ground. But the one thing that obsesses Kyle more than his sister’s grim fate—his furious love for Cadence—is the weapon the Hunter will use to lure his pursuers into the mouth of a murderous trap.
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Excerpt
“We can’t do anything else out here,”
she said. “Not tonight.”
she said. “Not tonight.”
She was being so careful with him. Too
careful.
careful.
“Don’t,” he bit out as he stalked toward
her. The others weren’t close enough to overhear, so he could lower his guard
and let some of his fury out.
her. The others weren’t close enough to overhear, so he could lower his guard
and let some of his fury out.
Cadence shook her head. “Don’t what?”
He wanted to wrap his hands around her.
To pull her close.
To pull her close.
No,
I just want to touch her. To feel her.
I just want to touch her. To feel her.
“Don’t handle me with your damn kid
gloves, Cadence.” The words were snapped. “I’m not some victim you have to
coddle.”
gloves, Cadence.” The words were snapped. “I’m not some victim you have to
coddle.”
He’d rolled up the sleeves of his dress
shirt—like that had done much good. He was covered with grime and sweat and
plenty of insect bites.
shirt—like that had done much good. He was covered with grime and sweat and
plenty of insect bites.
I
fucking hate summers in the South.
fucking hate summers in the South.
Insects were chirping all around them,
and he’d had to dodge snakes in the bushes for most of the evening.
and he’d had to dodge snakes in the bushes for most of the evening.
“I never thought you were a victim.”
Cadence turned from him and headed for the car.
Cadence turned from him and headed for the car.
She knew he’d follow her. Wasn’t he
always trailing after her?
always trailing after her?
Wasn’t he the one who always kept the need in check? The
desire he damn well knew they both felt.
desire he damn well knew they both felt.
After today—after this hell—why couldn’t
they turn to each other for some comfort and release? Let that desire burst
free?
they turn to each other for some comfort and release? Let that desire burst
free?
Replace death with pleasure.
About the AuthorUSA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings. She has always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.
Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said people). Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making up stories.
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