"Help...me."At the faint words, Dr. Rachel Gentry stopped on Black Water Creek Bridge, straining to see through the night's foggy mist. Then she saw him a pale, ghostly figure, his T-shirt soaked with blood, his intense, dark blue eyes begging her not to be afraid. And suddenly, as he issued a desperate warning, he disappeared before her eyes into thin air....Don't go back there...don't meet him. The warning echoing in her mind, Rachel was startled in the boardinghouse's dark hallway by Jay Barnes, her reclusive neighbor. There was something familiar about the mysterious, moody man, something Rachel couldn't put her finger on... until he switched on a light and she stared into his intense, dark blue gaze.... Read more...
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The deserted estate in remote northwestern Maine might have seemed foreboding, but it would be a refuge for Paloma St. John. There, she would be alone with her only friends the gentle animals she'd rescued from her own uncle's cruel scientific experiments.But Paloma wasn't alone. There was a presence in the woods beyond the compound gates, a presence that reached into her mind, invaded her every thought, left her trembling with fear . . . and something more. Passion.Was he protector or predator? Savage or savior? Whispers in her thoughts and dreams courted her in another realm, while the voice of her heart beckoned him forward. And so Paloma waited, with longing and with dread . . . Read more...
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