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The chase is on in New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden’s latest installment in the Killer Instinct series!
Josh Duvane’s SEAL training not only hardened his body, but also his mind. Though his latest investigation as part of the FBI’s Underwater Search and Evidence Response Team is pushing him to his limits. The Sandy Shore killer taunts local police as Josh recovers his victims off the coast of Florida. Of all the women taken, only Casey Quinn has survived. As this unrelenting psychopath stalks her every move, Josh is all that stands between her and certain death. Now it’s time for him to turn the tables and use every ounce of training to stop the killer from having the last laugh...
Killer Instinct
“He said...he won’t stop. He will kill me.”
The siren was louder. Closer.
Another tear slid down her cheek. “He said he’d been waiting for me...that the waiting was over.”
His body brushed against hers. “He’s not going to ever touch you again.” Josh intended to make sure of that. “You’re safe.”
But she shook her head, and Josh didn’t think she believed him.
The sheriff’s patrol car whipped around the corner. The lights flashed from the top of the car.
Casey’s hold tightened on Josh even more.
“You’re safe,” he said again, but Josh knew that she didn’t believe him.
Hunted
Cynthia Eden
CYNTHIA EDEN is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. She writes dark tales of romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Her books have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and one was named a 2013 RITA® Award finalist for best romantic suspense. Cynthia lives in the Deep South, loves horror movies and has an addiction to chocolate. More information about Cynthia may be found at www.cynthiaeden.com.
I want to thank the wonderful staff at Harlequin—
Denise, Kayla, EVERYONE at Harlequin Intrigue.
It is truly a pleasure working with you.
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Josh Duvane broke from the surface of the water, pulling the regulator out of his mouth and then shoving back his mask. “We found her,” he called to the team up on the boat.
He heard someone swear. Probably the local sheriff. Josh knew the guy had been hoping to find the victim alive. No such luck. Josh swam to the boat. The ocean water lapped against him, dark and rough because a storm was coming. If they were lucky, they’d be able to get the victim up before the storm hit.
A big if.
He grabbed for the ladder on the back of the boat and pulled himself up.
“Are you sure it’s Tonya?” Sheriff Hayden Black asked as he reached out a hand to Josh.
Tonya. Tonya Myers. The twenty-two-year-old college coed who’d vanished a week ago. And, yes, unfortunately, he was sure. “It’s her.”
He glanced back at the water. The waves rocked against the boat. As one of the FBI’s elite USERT members—Underwater Search and Evidence Response Team—his job routinely took him to the deepest depths. He searched for clues, he searched for evidence and, on damn unfortunate days—days like today—he
