"Shiloh Walker pens a terrifying, chilling story with an extraordinarily evil villain and tempers it with a deeply emotional, beautifully crafted love story." USA Today, HEA
"Fascinating and complex characters, an evil psychopath, and a slowly building threat make for a can't-put-it-down read..." Fresh Fiction
From the Inside Flap
Right now, she could touch.
As he ran his hands down over her body, stripping away her clothes, Lena lifted her eyes upward and stared at the sun again.
Lost herself in the warm golden glow and the feel of a man's hands on her body.
She could see...see his face as he guided her to the ground and knelt between her thighs.
She could touch...touch his shoulders and fist her hands in his hair.
She could feel...feel the fiery hot pleasure blistering through her as he levered up over her.
She could hear--
Lena came awake with a gasp. Her heart knocked against her ribs and she shivered as cool air danced over her sweat-slicked body.
A breeze drifted in through the open window.
It was cool...not cold.
But she was freezing.
Hearing one low, questioning yip, she held out her hand.
Puck pressed his nose against her palm and she heaved out a breath.
The dog's body was tense--all over tense and he had his hackles up.
Just had a bad dream," she muttered.
She'd gone and freaked her dog out.
As she started to lie back down, she heard it.