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“If you're going into the mountains, you're not going alone.”
Jerrod turned then, sending heat and sparks sizzling through her. One of his powerful arms wrapped around her and pressed her to his chest.
Allison looked directly at his black-as-night eyes. Somewhere in those depths she could have sworn she saw hot burning coals.
“Damn,” he whispered … just before he kissed her.
The weakening in her grew as he deepened the kiss. Beyond any shadow of a doubt she knew she'd never felt this degree of longing for any man.
All she wanted was to enjoy this new experience of feeling utterly safe, utterly cherished, by a man who looked like a lethal weapon.
“Tell me I shouldn't have done that,” he murmured.
“I can't,” she answered on a mere breath of air.
“Oh, hell,” he said. “I'm in trouble now.”
Deadly Hunter
Rachel Lee
RACHEL LEE was hooked on writing by the age of twelve and practiced her craft as she moved from place to place all over the United States. This New York Times bestselling author now resides in Florida and has the joy of writing full-time.
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Contents
Prologue
Cleaning guns had always soothed him. The smell of the oil, the focus required to disassemble and reassemble small parts, the rubbing motions as he worked the oil into them.
He had them all out tonight, a collection of a dozen different weapons, everything from small pistols to his semiautomatic AR-15 and AK-47. Running his rags and oil over them focused him on his new mission.
It was a good feeling to have a target again. A very good feeling. There was no longer any reason to contain his rage, no longer any reason to hold back. He’d be in and out, and the remains of the target would be carried away by woodland animals, leaving no trace.
Then he could carry on with life again. Only then.
Chapter 1
Darkness fell early on cold winter nights in Conard County, Wyoming. Allison pulled into her driveway, feeling the weight of the frigid night air even inside the warmth of her SUV. She sat for a bit, reluctant to get out, to once again feel the sting of icy air in her nostrils and lungs.
It was a silly reaction. After all, she’d grown up around here, the winters rarely held any surprises, and the cold was the least of them. But for the moment she decided to enjoy the blast of heat from her car vents before dashing up to her door and stepping into a house that would be even colder than the car.
She believed in conservation and saving energy. During the days when she was at work, her computerized thermostat turned the temperature down to sixty. Right now it would be pushing the house toward sixty-eight, but wouldn’t have quite made it yet, given how cold it was today. Later, at bedtime, it would turn down again until morning.
Which meant she wore a lot of fleece indoors, and thick mohair socks, and even had a heavy blanket to wrap herself in for sitting around and reading in the evenings. Plus, the house itself, being older, managed to remain drafty no matter what she did with weather stripping and insulation.
She needed new double-paned windows, but those were far beyond her budget right now. Instead, she had to settle on insulated curtains, and while they helped, they didn’t quite stop the drafts.
And this was ridiculous, she told herself. Burning gas with her car needlessly just to avoid going inside and wrapping herself in layers of warm clothing. Wasteful. Bad for the environment.
Nearly giggling at herself, she flipped off the ignition and sat listening to the engine tick as it cooled down. Man, it wasn’t like this was Antarctica or anything, and the trip to her front door wasn’t that far. What had gotten into her?
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