Red is on a mission to kill. When you’re violated and broken, sometimes the only way left is down.
When only one man knows the truth from your past and he holds the strings that turn you into a puppet, why not take that step?
To rise she must go knee-deep into the muck.
This is not a romance. There is no happily ever after, no happily anything. It is carnal, dark, and so depraved you may need to hose out your mind after reading.
Years ago, I caught an infection that made me into an apex predator of certain females.
I was a mesmer, a collector – a man with all the right gifts. I could make them do anything.
Within reason? Someone might ask me, if I ever took questions.
And yet... Used. That was how I felt when I thought of Red.
She was coming. I would’ve known even without Wolfe’s emailed forewarning. I could feel her, as if the wake of the jet plane she rode in sifted essence of her over me, essence of her femaleness, from miles away, high in the atmosphere.
When I spoke a word or whispered my fingertip down the undulations of her spine, how wet she’d become. I remembered this well.
I’d hidden. She’d found me.
A soldering iron applied to the surface of my brain couldn’t burn that day away – the day in Cuba when I met Wolfe and I met Red. Hot, sun-bleached air and my power sparkling new.
Her real name? I’d forgotten it. Why bother asking, reading her passport, when she’d do anything for me, despite knowing nothing about me?
The first time I detected her, she smelled incandescent...like gold, like power, like money, like every barbaric, sadistic, perverted act one human being could do to another.
I wanted her. Still did.
If I had her, the world would never be the same. She gave my monster permission to do things.
The paradox of a man who loves control being in a perverse situation.
Set in the Dark Hearts series world.
The Dark Hearts series books are available in the Dark Hearts Trilogy boxset: Wicked Ways, Wicked Weapon, Wicked Hunt.
There is also a spin-off novel, Wolfe.