Although
Kristine has published a few contemporary romance novels, she focuses most of
her energy on her romantic suspense stories, which she loves for their blend of
dark mystery/suspense and sexy romance. She is fascinated with what makes
people afraid, and is famous for her depraved villains whose crimes present
massive obstacles for her heroes and heroines to overcome.
ABOUT THE BOOK
What do you get
when you mix a snake-handling reverend, a necrophiliac, a cop and an ex-con?
Something perfectly twisted…
All Beth wants
is a fun distraction from the stress of her job and law school. She thinks
she's found that when she meets Shane during an airboat tour through the
Florida Everglades. But Shane’s a felon, a man who could destroy her career as
a deputy, and jeopardize her future as an attorney. She doesn’t know what to
do—until dead bodies start showing up around the county.
When three
abused corpses are found with snake remains inside them, the discovery brings a
murderer out of retirement. The Reverend, as he calls himself, doesn’t like his
kills being mimicked, especially by a man who abuses the dead—after all, the
Reverend does have a reputation to uphold and a congregation to scam. Now it’s
time to teach his copycat a deadly lesson…
AN EXCERPT
Shane glanced from Beth’s eyes to
her extended hand. Not once had he ever shaken a woman’s hand at the end of a
date. Deciding to play it safe and by her rules, he took her hand in his. As if
they’d just agreed on a contract negotiation, she gave him a quick, firm
handshake.
“I’ll text you later.” She took a
step backward, avoiding the bumper of her car. “Thanks again for tonight. I had
fun.”
He fisted his hand. Damn it. He
didn’t want a handshake. “Beth,” he said, stopping her before she reached the
driver’s side door.
She hugged herself again and stared
up at him. “Yeah?”
From his position, the lamppost was
still bright enough to make out the disappointment in her eyes. God, he was an
ass. He should walk away. Now. Because if they continued to see each other,
he’d really disappoint her once she found out who she was dating.
“I don’t want a handshake,” he said
anyway. He wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.
The corner of her mouth tilted in a
sexy smile. “What do you want?”
He took a step closer and sifted his
fingers into her silky soft hair. “I want to kiss you.”
She dropped her arms and settled a
hand on his hip. “I want you to kiss me, too.”
His stomach tightened with both
desire and dread. In the past ten days, he’d had to relearn how to drive a car,
an airboat and fly a plane. He’d had to adjust to using metal silverware, along
with plates and cups that weren’t plastic. He hadn’t kissed a woman in over
seven years and worried he’d forgotten how to do that, too.
He let go of her hair. With his
heart kicking up in pace, he slowly leaned his head forward. The subtle scent
of her perfume, a seductive blend of wildflowers with a hint of vanilla, teased
his senses. He’d love to strip her naked, taste her, touch her, then walk away
with her perfume still clinging to his skin.
He stared at her lips. Needing to
know if they were as soft as her skin, anxious to rediscover the art of
kissing, he inched his face closer. As her warm breath grazed his mouth, he
brushed his lips against hers.
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