For ten years something evil has stalked the people of Sinister, Wyoming. Brody Silver Wolf had always known Jenna was the only one who had the power to stop it. When she is drawn back to Sinister by the latest murder … it is waiting for her.

EXCERPT

Brody’s gaze traveled from her flashing green eyes to her graceful neck, coming to rest on the cleavage visible above her silky blouse. Even through her innocence, she didn’t miss the flickering of desire in his dark eyes.

The look he gave her made her heart pound so hard that she felt sure it would burst forth from her chest at any moment.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” Jenna asked before she lost her nerve.

Without a word, he stood up and held out his hand to her. Jenna let him lead her away from the crowd. They walked along the beach in silence until coming to a secluded cove.

Undercover of darkness he pulled Jenna to him, crushing her against his chest. Holding her yielding body close to him sent flames of lust ripping through his body. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her he’d know it was she--the girl from his vision. He had yearned for this moment but dreaded it at the same time.

His hunger for her sweet flesh consumed him, nearly clouding his reason until there was no thought but her soft body beneath his.

Burying his face in her softly scented hair he whispered. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

She tilted her head to look into his eyes. “Yes, you’re Brody Silver Wolf.”

His teeth playfully bit at her ear as his hand slid beneath her blouse to caress her back.

“Yes, but do you really know who I am?”

“I don’t care who you’re.” Her words came out in little gasps.

Going up on her tiptoes, Jenna put her lips against his. With a moan he invaded her warm inviting mouth with his flickering tongue. He held her so close he could feel her taut nipples beneath the thin blouse.

It couldn’t hurt to sample just a morsel of what she so badly wanted to give him. Maybe . . . just maybe she had already lost her innocence and it wouldn’t matter. He’d only seen her from a distance a few times, and he had no idea even how old she was.

Your hunger will blind you, Brody. Obscure your sight to the evil that stalks her.

Pushing the mocking voice from his head, he pulled her even closer so that she could feel his rigid flesh against her stomach. She moaned in response, sending shivers through his body.

“You’re so beautiful, just like a little doll.” His voice shook, revealing the magnitude of his passion.

Jenna let herself slip into the unfamiliar feelings that gripped her. Whatever rational thought she’d started out with was far out of sight. For the moment, nothing existed but his touch. He was at the center of her universe.

Gently, he pulled her down with him to the soft sand and with little effort opened her blouse, exposing her small breasts. She felt his long hair fall against her skin and his hot tongue flicking across her tingling nipple.

Without a second thought she reached down and unbuttoned her pants. Grasping his hand, she helped guide him to her throbbing wet pussy that was screaming to be touched.

“I want you,” she told him between little gasps.

“Oh baby doll . . . if you only knew how badly I want you.” His deep voice was laced with obvious passion.

He was up on his knees pulling off his shirt. With uncertainty, she touched the firm ridges of his stomach and let her fingers trail down to the hard bulge in his jeans. She unsnapped his pants and gently slid the zipper down. The molten fire in his eyes set her blood boiling.

“I want you to be my first.” Jenna’s voice quivered with yearning.

Brody froze. He looked as if someone had poured ice water over him.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen” She wanted to lie, but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Brody hung his head, and for one terrifying moment she wasn’t sure what he would do. The fact that he was angry was unmistakable. It emanated from every fiber of his body.

“Get dressed!”

To her surprise there was no evidence of his obvious anger in his voice, only regret.

“I’m not a little girl Brody. We can do this . . . and I want to.” Jenna pleaded with him, wanting him to crave her as badly as she did him.

He shook his head. “You’re too innocent to understand. If we do this . . . it will distract me.” Brody didn’t elaborate and she didn’t bother asking him to explain further.

So many feelings hit her at once. Her naive heart was shattering into a million pieces as wave after wave of shame washed over her. She had innocently hoped that he would fall in love with her and nothing else about her would matter.

Brody had already dressed, but Jenna was still where he’d left her. Her devastation was so complete that she couldn’t move. Brody picked up her blouse and handed it to her.

“Get dressed,” he told her again, his voice soft.

Jenna complied without a word. There was something about his manner that alarmed her.

Brody looked away from her and out over the black water of the lake. For a long time he said nothing, and when he did speak he did so in a very low and dangerous voice. “Your father has been trying to lock me up for a long time. I guess now he will want to get me more than ever.”

“I have no intention of telling my father.” Jenna stood and straightened her clothes the best she could.

“Someone should tell him.” He had risen with her and had her arm clasped in a steel grip. “The next time you might not be so lucky. The guy may not stop, or worse he could hurt you.”

Tears pooled in her eyes, blurring her vision. Her heart could take no more of this pain. “There would have been no one else Brody Silver Wolf.” Jenna’s words came out in sobs. “Are you so dumb that you can’t tell? I love you. I have since the first moment I saw you. This would have happened with no one else. You’re the only man I have ever wanted.”

She thought she saw a flicker of emotion in his dark eyes. Could he actually care about her?

“You’re just a kid. You don’t even know what love is. Believe me, when you’re older, you will look back and wonder what you ever saw in this Indian anyway.” His words were soft and spoken with a slight smile that was intended to numb the sting.

Before he could stop her, Jenna brushed his lips with a kiss.

“You’re wrong Brody. I will love you until the day I take my last breath, but … never again will I give you the opportunity to hurt me.”

Jenna walked away, leaving Brody to watch her disappear onto a darkened path.

“Wait, let me walk you home,” Brody called after her.

She didn’t even break her stride. Jenna promised herself she wouldn’t look back and she would never again let Brody Silver Wolf fill her heart with pain.

Blinded by tears, she relied on memory to find her way through the dark. Their house was located on the edge of town, about a mile from the lake. Jenna was so submerged in grief that her father’s warning completely escaped her memory. That is until she realized that she was utterly alone and surrounded by the dark forest.

The sun had still been up when she’d walked to the lake. The walk home was something she hadn’t taken into consideration. On further thought, Jenna had to admit that wasn’t entirely true. She’d just been so full of hope for this evening, she’d felt it would be worth it.

Jenna froze, behind her had been the sound of a branch breaking. Holding her breath she listened. The night was silent, unnaturally silent. There wasn’t even a hint of the usual sounds of crickets or coyotes.

The conversation she’d overheard this morning came rushing at her.

Another victim.

A drifter.

Found in the foothills.

This time there had been a witness, but all they saw was a shadow near the victim.

Again, there was that noise coming from behind her, the sound of rustling leaves in the wind … but the night was still … without the slightest hint of a breeze.

She picked up her pace until she was practically running, looking over her shoulder every few seconds.

Then she saw it, a silhouette in the moonlight that moved. A sound resembling a squeal erupted from her throat and she shifted gears to high. Blinded by panic, she ran, not knowing or caring where she was going.

She felt herself falling and at the same time burning pain ripped through her ankle. Then there was nothing but the terror of the dark figure looming above her and the coldness that wrapped around her throat. Her screams shattered the stillness of the night before the gripping chill cut off her air and she sank into darkness.