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The Edge of the Woods

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Sometimes digging for the truth unleashes deadly consequences. 

In the remote Alberta wilderness, a madman wanders Cold Lake. His victims are happy to share his company…until they suffer by his blade. Journalist Carmen James and her cameraman are there to cover the story, but as darkness falls they must fight to stay alive. 

John Malloy lives a simple life in his cabin in the woods, until he stumbles upon a half-naked woman hiding in his woodshed. She's bloodied, bruised and terrified, compelling him to aide her. As Carmen mends under his care, unexpected passion flares between them. But The Cold Lake Butcher has set his sights on their refuge. 

Can love overcome the twisted mind of a killer?

This story was previously published.

EROTIC ROMANCE | Contemporary | Suspense/Thriller
Publisher: Torrid Books
​Length: Novella
Format: eBook
Release date: 4/15/2014

"The setting for this novella was highly captivating and succeeded in providing an ethereal, eerie feel to the story’s more suspenseful moments."
~Happy Ever After Reviews

Carmen followed Adam’s narrowed gaze, halting on a naked man standing waist-deep in the middle of the basin. She squinted. “That isn’t Abel, is it?”

The dark-skinned man stood with his back to them…rippled with muscle and glistening wet. Her heart fluttered when he lifted his arms and splashed water over his jet black, shoulder-length hair, skimming his hands through the shimmering tresses.

Abel wasn’t so…riveting.

“Who is that, and where the hell is Abel?”

As the words left her mouth, the stranger in the pond turned. His dark gaze swept over her body, and then to Adam, before coming back to her.

“Should I question him?” she whispered.

“Go ahead. I have no desire to speak to a naked man. Have fun.” He gently shoved her forward, snickering when she glared back at him.

The stranger stared, expressionless, as she nervously stepped closer. Her gaze wandered over his handsome face, and she was rendered speechless. She detected a scar above his right eye, which made his native features even more prominent and gorgeous…like a warrior. Unable to stop herself, she allowed her gaze to wander down to his muscular chest, where a thin dusting of dark hair covered the broad expanse. An ache settled in her belly and lower as her gaze came to rest where the water covered the rest of him.
He stood there for a moment, simply staring at her, and then he waded toward his clothes. Obviously unashamed of his nakedness, he stepped onto the shore. Carmen held her breath, her hungry gaze fixed on his cock hanging like a flaccid weapon just waiting to be touched.

Embarrassed, she spun around, her wide eyes honing in on Adam, who looked about to burst with laughter. He turned his back to her, leaving her to deal with the stranger alone.

“Uh, sorry to bother you, sir.” She swallowed. “My friend and I, over there, were wondering if you’d seen our guide, Abel?”

“Abel was here.”

Her heart pounded. “Was? Where is he now?”

“Gone home, I imagine.” His deep voice slithered over her skin like a wet caress. “The sun will be setting soon, and he has a long walk ahead of him.”
“But why would he leave us here without his rifle?”

“Weren’t you asking about Malloy for your story?”

She spun around, confused. “How would you know about our story?”

The muscles in his biceps bulged and flexed as he pulled on a pair of jeans. They slid up his legs to settle low on his hips. Carmen had to force herself not to lick her lips. He picked up his shirt and whipped it over his shoulders; still staring at her while he buttoned it.

“I guess he thought you’d be better off getting your story right from the horse’s mouth.”
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Carmen gasped. “You’re Malloy?” Dread consumed her, and she bit back a slew of questions, worried the man capable of all the gruesome deaths could be the man standing in front of her. He looked physically strong, perfectly capable of overpowering any given person.