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  Luke didn’t want her facing

  the monsters alone.

  Not when he’d walk through fire

  to be by her side.

  “You should… go get dressed,” she told him, her voice dropping and getting that husky little edge that he’d never been able to forget.

  The edge that told him that she needed. Wanted. Lusted.

  Just like he did.

  The rain had made her shirt all but transparent. They were wet. Close.

  Just as hungry for each other as they’d always been.

  “You were right about me. Us. I didn’t want to remember, but—” Her voice, so soft, froze him. He had to strain to make out the words.

  “Remember what?” Because he’d never had a problem remembering what it was like to be with her. To touch her and taste her and see the pleasure wash over her face.

  No, that hadn’t been a problem. Forgetting, though, had been pure hell…

  PRAISE FOR

  CYNTHIA EDEN’S

  PREVIOUS BOOKS

  “Danger and excitement leap off every page.”

  —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

  on Eternal Hunter

  “It hooked me from the first page… A fast-paced, sexy thrill ride you won’t want to miss.”

  —CHRISTINE FEEHAN, New York Times bestselling author, on Eternal Hunter

  “Eden’s latest brims with passion… All but vibrates with sexual energy.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Midnight Sins

  “[A] fast-paced story… keeps readers racing through the pages.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Midnight Sins

  “Hot.”

  —JACQUELYN FRANK, New York Times bestselling author, on Hotter After Midnight

  “Highly sensual and definitely dangerous.”

  —SHANNON MCKENNA on Hotter After Midnight

  “This book starts out sizzling and erupts in flames page after page.”

  —Affaire de Coeur on Hotter After Midnight

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2010 by Cindy Roussos

  Excerpt from Deadly Heat copyright © 2010 by Cindy Roussos

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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  First eBook Edition: August 2010

  ISBN: 978-0-446-58392-3

  A special thanks to Alex—my fantastic editor.

  Thanks for your insight!

  For Dr. Laura… thanks for leading me

  into the minds of monsters.

  For Joan… Yes, you were right.

  You were right, and you’re an awesome friend.

  For Saundra… Another fabulous friend.

  You’re always an inspiration to me.

  And, for my mom… I love you.

  Contents

  PRAISE FOR CYNTHIA EDEN’S

  Copyright

  Prologue

  CHAPTER One

  CHAPTER Two

  CHAPTER Three

  CHAPTER Four

  CHAPTER Five

  CHAPTER Six

  CHAPTER Seven

  CHAPTER Eight

  CHAPTER Nine

  CHAPTER Ten

  CHAPTER Eleven

  CHAPTER Twelve

  CHAPTER Thirteen

  CHAPTER Fourteen

  CHAPTER Fifteen

  CHAPTER Sixteen

  CHAPTER Seventeen

  CHAPTER Eighteen

  CHAPTER Nineteen

  Epilogue

  A Preview of “Deadly Heat”

  THE DISH

  Prologue

  Is the girl still alive?” The question came from Special Agent Jonas McKall.

  The guy had been with the unit for just over two years, tracking killers for a hell of a lot longer—and the man really should have known better.

  Keith Hyde grunted and reached for his weapon. “It’s day four. You know the perp’s MO. Two days of fun and games.” Sick, twisted fuck.

  Would the girl still be alive? Doubtful. Five other bodies had already been found. Young girls, in their teens, slaughtered.

  Katherine Daniels had disappeared from her bus stop on Monday. They’d finally tracked the killer to his hole today, but the knot in Hyde’s gut told him they were too late.

  Always too late.

  “Go in slow,” he ordered, aware of the sweat trickling down his back. His team was trained for this shit, but he gave the warning anyway. The guy inside that cabin—he was smart. He’d had the cops and the Bureau chasing shadows for the last year.

  While he sliced his girls apart.

  “If Katherine’s alive, we can’t take the chance of spooking him.” Or of giving him the opportunity to finish her off.

  The three agents around him gave quick nods.

  “Sir, but what about—” Quiet, nasally, the voice grated in Hyde’s ears.

  But he halted and turned to face the profiler.

  “What about Mary Jane Hill?”

  The third girl who’d gone missing.

  The profiler’s gaze darted to the wooden cabin. “Her body wasn’t found.…”

  Hyde’s back teeth locked. “Because the bastard dumped her in the woods, and the animals got to her first.” They’d found the other bodies, ravaged and torn, just before the beasts had.

  But not Mary Jane.

  Hyde figured they’d never find that poor girl.

  “But what if—”

  “She’s been gone for over three months, Brown. She’s dead.” The freak never broke his two-day rule.

  The profiler should know that.

  But, Brown, with his perfectly pressed suit and too-thick glasses, was a replacement. He’d signed on with the team just days before they’d gotten one lucky-ass lead.

  The last profiler, Jasper Peters, had bailed on the case. Jasper had come to him with red cheeks and shaking hands. I can’t do this shit anymore. Can’t stop the monsters—they’ll never be stopped.

  “Just stay back,” Hyde growled. Crickets chirped in the distance and a faint light glowed from within the cabin. “Stay back.”

  He lifted his hand. Motioned to the team.

  And prepared to enter Hell.

  Hyde picked the lock on the door—snuck in as softly as a whisper. As soon as he stepped inside, the stench slapped him in the face. Blood and decay. Rancid and thick in the air.

  The girl wouldn’t be found alive.

  He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and held his weapon steady. Somewhere in this pit, the killer hid.

  They’d mapped the area. Even managed to find the builder who’d erected the cabin over twenty years before. There was a basement. A small, perfect-for-killing room down below.

  That was where the man who’d been dubbed “Romeo” waited.

  Hyde’s heart slammed against his chest when he saw the metal door. Thick, with a padlock dangling loosely from a chain.

  Keeps them locked in when he’s gone. No way to escape.

  But the lock was open now because the bastard was having
his playtime below.

  No more.

  Hyde reached for the door, yanked back the handle.

  The hard squeak of the metal grated in his ears like a scream.

  Fuck.

  Hyde flew through the doorway.

  Still alive?

  Doubtful. But maybe, maybe…

  His boots pounded down the steps. Lights flickered overhead. Fluorescent bulbs that revealed, then concealed.

  He tripped on the last step, but caught himself and shouted, “FBI! You need to—”

  Laughter. Rich and dark. Shadows moved, and a man stepped forward. Young, in his mid-twenties, good-looking.

  The profiler had been right about that.

  He doesn’t force them to come with him. He seduces them. Offers them a temptation they can’t resist.

  Romeo, tempting the girls to walk on the wild side.

  “Put your hands up, asshole! Let me see ’em!” The other agents pounded down the stairs, then fanned the room.

  Romeo just smiled, flashing a dimple. His hands were behind his back. A long white apron, stained red, covered his chest and legs. “Too late,” he whispered.

  And he stepped forward.

  Hyde shook his head. “I will fucking put a bullet in your heart.”

  Another step. “Then you’ll never find my sweet Kat.…”

  Like they hadn’t found Mary Jane.

  Hyde’s finger tensed around the trigger. “And you’ll never slice another girl. I’ll be a happy man.”

  The smile faded as the lights flickered once more. “Playing the tough guy, Hyde?”

  So the killer knew his name. Seeing as how his face had been splashed across the news for the last few months, that wasn’t a real big surprise.

  “Clear.” From Jonas. “She’s not here.”

  For just a moment, Hyde looked away from Romeo. His gaze flickered to the chains on the walls. The tray of surgical instruments.

  Twisted ass playroom. But no girl.

  “Cuff him.” A snarl, barely human, because he wanted to fire. Wanted an excuse. Time to put the rabid animal out of his misery.

  Jonas reached for his cuffs.

  Romeo launched forward, his arms flying from behind his back as he pulled out a gun, one the perp had hidden under the back of his shirt.

  My perfect excuse. A split-second thought that filled Hyde’s mind as he squeezed the trigger—

  “No!” A woman’s scream, loud and wrenching.

  He wavered. For one reckless moment, his attention diverted, and he searched for the victim.

  Romeo laughed and fired just as a woman—no, a girl—slammed her body into the killer, and they crashed onto the floor.

  A flash of a knife.

  The blade sank deep into flesh.

  Laughter.

  Screams.

  Hyde shook his head and surged forward. He grabbed the girl, hauling her back while his agents swarmed. She fought him, twisting, the knife shaking in her small fist.

  Where the hell had she come from?

  “It’s all right,” he murmured, trying to be soothing when he wasn’t the soothing sort. “He’s not going to hurt you anymore.”

  Romeo threw back his head. Two officers were on him. “I’ve never hurt her. I love her. She’s mine!”

  Hyde’s right shoulder throbbed like a bitch. The bullet had caught him, but was luckily just a graze.

  The girl lunged again. Hyde struggled, then held her tight, ignoring the pain. “Easy, Katherine. It’s over.” He bared his teeth at Romeo. “Get him the hell out of here.”

  Her body shook against his as Romeo was hauled away. Hyde’s gaze darted to the left. A door had swung open. Hell, it looked like a damn piece of the wall had swung open. A closet waited inside. No, the space was not even big enough for a closet. Barely two feet.

  He’d been keeping the girl in there?

  “Let’s go outside, Katherine.” Because the team needed to come in and sweep that stinking pit from top to bottom.

  Her fingers tightened on the knife.

  “Uh, I’m gonna need you to drop the weapon.” He didn’t want to hurt her. She’d been hurt more than enough.

  One minute. Two.

  Very slowly, her fingers uncurled, and the knife hit the floor with a clatter.

  “Good girl.”

  She flinched at that.

  Her dark hair was a tangle around her face. A long black shirt covered her chest, and loose sweat pants seemed to swallow her legs.

  Alive. Talk about a fucking miracle. Jonas would never let him hear the end of this one.

  Hyde led her to the stairs, waiting silently when she faltered as she stared up at the door.

  “Locked.” The whisper was hoarse.

  He blinked, and a fist squeezed his heart. “Not this time, baby.”

  She gave a nod and then crept up the stairs. One mincing step at a time.

  For just a second, she hesitated near the door. Then she lifted her hands and touched the cold metal with fingers that shook.

  He shoved open the door and pushed her gently over the threshold. “I’m gonna get you home, Katherine. Your parents are gonna be so glad—”

  She froze beside him. The light shone bright and steady in this part of the cabin. She tilted back her head, and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen stared up at him.

  Romeo had particular tastes. Girls between fifteen and eighteen. Brunettes, all with blue eyes.

  The girl stared at him a moment, then she shook her head.

  “It’s okay, you’re safe,” he told her.

  “I—I’m not Katherine.” Same hoarse whisper. Those blue eyes, eerie in their intensity, held his.

  Dirt covered her face. Dirt and grime and God knew what else. But as Hyde gazed at her, recognition kicked into place.

  And he knew he was staring straight at—

  A fucking miracle. An angel who’d survived hell.

  CHAPTER One

  Sixteen years later

  Stop! FBI!” But, of course, the words didn’t make the perp slow down. No, they just made the punk in the black ski mask run faster—and Agent Luke Dante ground his back teeth as he pumped his legs and shoved through the crowd.

  A woman screamed. Another one hit him with her purse.

  Christ. So much for being the good guy.

  He couldn’t aim a weapon in this crowd. Too many people on the street. Too many kids—

  Luke jumped over a boy on a bike and swore when he caught his ankle on the handlebars.

  Fuck. This was so not his day.

  All he’d wanted was a cup of coffee before hitting the office. Just—A—Cup—Of—Coffee.

  He’d gotten an armed robbery instead.

  The perp ran into traffic—they always did that. Horns blared as brakes squealed. Luke shook his head. Traffic was stopped now so he lunged after the guy.

  Close, so close—he could hear the perp’s ragged breaths—

  Luke launched forward, grabbed the idiot, and they slammed onto the street.

  Asphalt ripped away the flesh on his arm. He felt the wet flow of blood slide across his skin. The robber bucked beneath him, twisting, kicking, swearing, then turning with a gun—

  Luke snapped the perp’s wrist and heard the guy howl. The gun hit the pavement.

  “FBI,” he gritted. Drops of blood flew from Luke’s wound and stained his shirt. “Man, you chose the wrong damn convenience store.”

  The scream of sirens reached his ears. Finally. In this age of cell phones, he really would have expected one of the shouting folks he’d passed on the street to have punched 911 sooner.

  “Fucking bastard asshole, you let me go, you let—”

  Luke shifted and pinned the perp beneath him. Glittering green eyes stared up at him from the slits in the ski mask. “Was the fifty bucks worth it, genius?” He ripped away the mask.

  A kid stared back at him.

  The perps just got younger every day.

  Acne spotted the kid’s face—his
perfectly smooth face. Not even a hint of facial hair yet. The punk’s blond hair was a dirty mop brushing against his round face.

  Jesus, the kid still had baby fat. “What are you? Fifteen?”

  “I’ll fucking kill you!” Veins bulged in the kid’s forehead.

  Luke sighed. He knew that look. The glassy-eyed stare. The trembling body. The kid was flying high—and wanted to keep flying—which explained the robbery.

  The swirling police lights hit Luke’s eyes. Doors slammed. Luke glanced up to see the cops charge at him.

  “Stand up and step away!” An order given over a drawn gun.

  “Easy.” No sense in anyone getting trigger happy. “I’m with the FBI.”

  And this really was one bad morning.

  Because Luke knew that before the questions were finished, he’d be late for his new assignment. Late the first day.

  Hell of a way to make an impression on his new boss.

  When Luke entered the J. Edgar Hoover Building two hours later, scratches covered his arms and blood stained his shirt. But he walked in with his head up and his shoulders back. This wasn’t his first time in the building. Though he’d been stationed in Atlanta, he’d been to the D.C. office a handful of times for different cases. But this time, he wasn’t just a visiting agent.

  His palms were dry when he punched the button in the elevator. His gaze locked on the floor indicator lights. Three. Four. Five…

  A soft ding, then the doors opened. A long hallway waited. Two branches at the end. One led toward the crime lab. One toward the SSD—Serial Services Division.

  The division was still pretty new at the Bureau, and it was one that he knew a few dozen other agents would have killed to get in.

  And they’d picked me. He’d busted his ass to get this spot, and now that it was his—try to pry it from my cold, dead hands.

  The weight of his gun and holster pressed against his side as he marched down the hallway, then branched to the left. SSD. Luke shoved open the perfectly clear glass door. Phones rang. Voices hummed. Luke took a breath and glanced around, wondering if he’d be able to sneak—