The only way to escape is to die.
For eighteen years I’ve suffered at the hands of the Hunters.
For eighteen years they’ve done their best to break me, to tear me open and
unleash the terrifying monster that lives within.
Until the day they go too far.
When a desperate escape leads to another brush with death,
I’m forced to place my trust in the hands of four formidable strangers. Wild
and untamed, their feral natures call to me, their warrior hearts make mine
come alive. And when they offer me a place to stay while I heal, I can’t say
But the secrets I carry are deadly, and my past is a
twisted, evil nightmare better left forgotten.
They may think they want to know me, they may think the
secrets they guard behind hard eyes and closed expressions comes close to the
ones I keep. But should they ever discover just who they’ve let into their
home, just what I really am…their hatred could be the one
thing that finally breaks me.
And if I break, the darkness inside me will finally be free.
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Scooping up the last bit of pudding, I put it in her
bowl. “Eat up, love,” I said with a grin. “Winning is hard work.”
She eyed the pudding with a look that was part yearning,
part apprehension. “I feel like it’s talking to me,” she admitted with a
Intrigued, I leaned forward. “What’s it saying?”
“Well . . . it’s a particularly arrogant pudding.”
My interest grew. “Oh?”
She mimicked my posture, resting her elbows on her knees,
and moved closer. “It thinks very highly of itself. Brags about its sweet taste,
its chocolaty goodness.”
“Then what’s holding you back?”
Humor sparkled in her brown eyes. “It reminds me too
much of you.”
“Really?” I drawled. “You think I’m sweet?” Satisfaction
curled in my stomach. Maybe she was recalling the last time we played poker;
the intimate moment I’d nearly ruined.
“I think you think you’re sweet. Just like
the arrogant pudding,” she quipped, peeking up at me.
The little minx.
Erica Woods is an animal loving, coffee-addicted, chocoholic
who lives in Norway with two fur babies of the purring variety and a hubs of
the supporting, slightly growly variety.
When she’s not writing (which is seldom) she can be found clinging
to her hubby like a koala bear (yes, she’s needy) with a book in one hand and
some kind of snack (most likely chocolate) in the other.
Besides being crazy about animals and obsessed with all
things romance, Erica likes to be near the ocean, draw, and fantasize
about life on foreign planets.
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