There's a killer on the loose in Detective Gabriel Hamilton's bailiwick. The murderer has ended five women's lives already and Gabe isn't about to let him have victim number six. When Kaylee Cranston calls to tell him she suspects the serial killer has been peeping in her bedroom window, Gabe is determined to keep her safe so he assigns himself as her guardian. But didn't realize Kaylee would be so beautiful or that he would find himself doing the one thing that could get them both killed . . . falling in love with her. Can Gabe keep Kaylee safe while fighting the attraction he has for her, or will the killer manage to steal her away? Special Content Alert: Graphic violence, forced sex (serial killer), F/F sexual encounters between secondary characters, May/December romance. Excerpt: Chapter One The body rolled down the hill, landing at the bottom with a satisfying thump. He stood at the top, staring down at the picture she made, her bare arms and legs splayed to the four winds, naked and vulnerable to the elements and nightly predators. The red silk ribbon he'd tied in her dark hair waved jauntily in the breeze. Eyes open, she stared unseeingly into the twilight sky, her irises filmed over by death. A soundless scream seemed to come from her open mouth, a scream that only he would hear now, its sweet song playing over and over in his dreams. He took aim with his digital camera and snapped several quick photos, anxious now that she was down there with the others, in the same valley off of the same hill road. He wasn't safe here anymore; he'd been coming to this same spot for too long. No one had found his lovers, despite their many searches and all their posted flyers, but it didn't pay not to be careful. Turning his back on his latest victim, he picked his way through the dense foliage that surrounded this part of the county road. He dropped his camera in the trunk of his nondescript blue four-door sedan. Anyone seeing the car wouldn't know if it were a Ford or a Chevy, a Pontiac or a Buick. It was unnoticeable, unremarkable. Just a car parked on the side of the road while the driver took a leak. He slipped behind the wheel, pushing the key into the ignition with a grunt of relief. His reflection in the rearview mirror caught his attention and he tipped it so he could see himself better. Brown hair, clean, parted on the side. Not too long, not too short. A pleasant face, a little boyish, but nothing anyone would particularly notice. Of medium height, medium weight, and a little on the nerdy looking side, he appeared completely unremarkable. Nothing about him screamed, "Hey I just finished killing my fifth girl! Look at me!" He smiled into the mirror, watching the average man smile back. Just an average, nondescript man with a normal smile. He sighed and stared down at his hands. He did have nice hands, capable of playing piano virtuosos as well as strangling the life out of his victims. He cracked his knuckles, warmed up his fingers as if he were getting ready to play Mozart or Chopin. Yes, he did have nice hands. He started the car and eased out onto the road. He didn't want to leave too deep of tire marks; someone might stop and check, maybe find something in his trail that he had missed. He didn't want to lose this spot, it was better for the girls, being left here together. They needed each other for companionship out here in the cold and the dark. He didn't want to search out another spot. He cracked the window, letting in the cool night breeze. He turned on the radio, tuning in on an old Bob Seger song. The words flowed through him, the beat making his heart sing. "Out here I am . . . on the road again," he sang, beating his thumb against the steering wheel. "Here I am . . . up on the sta-age."
Author: Stone, Wendy
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Title: Red Ribbons in Her Hair
Pages: 00000 (Encrypted PDF)
On Sale: 2010-01-01
Category: Fiction : Erotica - General
Category: Fiction : Romance - Suspense