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Category: Romance/Mainstream
Description: Kick-butt special agent (and American Indian) Kari Silvertree searches for an unknown serial killer who loves sending ears, hands, heads and other gruesome trophies to those who can publicize the "works of art". When reporter Wren Alexander IV brings the first such package to Kari she suspects he might be the villain. Conflict and physical attraction build as the murder list grows and the killer targets both Kari and Wren for their interference. Will they identify and subdue the killer, and admit their mutual love?
eBook Publisher: Red Rose Publishing, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [323 KB]
Words: 66060
Reading time: 188-264 min.

We reached my tiny house in Merlin Springs, an Indianapolis suburb. The taxi door opened, dumping me out into Bryan Shelby's arms. He scooped me up against his chest, tossed some bills to the cabby, kicked the cab door closed and carried me into my house, pouring me gently onto my couch. My head seemed to bounce repeatedly against the deep, soft cushions.

He rubbed the back of his neck and seemed to snarl through a megaphone at me. "Hell, Kari, the captain got me out of bed to come baby-sit you. Why don't you ever wait for backup?"

I clapped my hands over my ears, hissing like a wet she-cat. "Look, Bryan, I'm sorry you lost your beauty sleep. God knows, you need all you can get. But keep your voice down to a dull roar, all right? I have a really nice buzz going on here. Now, if you'd be so kind as to help me get to bed, you can return to Nirvana."

He sighed and scooped me up again and clumped up the stairs, where he threw me on my queen-size bed and pulled off my tennis shoes. Gently, he tucked the covers around my neck.

"Bryan, thank you. You're a good man, you know that?"

I cupped his face between my palms and pulled him down, kissing him noisily on the mouth. My arms fell back to the bed and my whole body felt as if it were made of lead. My heavy eyelids snapped shut. Somewhere in that foggy twilight zone, I heard Bryan chuckle, and whisper, "I'll be downstairs if you need me." Then the door softly shut.