Patrick is a man
that has lived a violent life undercover in all the wrong places, for too
long. His light charm carefully keeps
others from seeing the dangerous man that lies inside. He is the first for justice and will go out
of his way to keep the innocent safe. He
finds himself falling for the woman that was a victim of a sick and vile person
and is caught between keeping her out of harm’s way and completing the job he
needs to finish.
Rhonda is a woman
that becomes a victim to the vicious attack of a killer. Even though she survives, she will have to
learn to live with the scars for the rest of her life. In hiding she has to rebuild the strength to
get through it. She is forced to spend her days and nights in the company of a
detective, that seems to have no other plan in life than to constantly
aggravate her and make her want things she may never have again.
When Patrick’s cover is blown and he is badly injured, the
group of friends pull together to keep him and the recovering victim of a
killer safe. As a result, the group of
twelve become targets of the criminals after Patrick and have to live together
in a safe house for Yule.
Can twelve witches follow orders or will they take matters
into their own hands?
Author's favorite excerpt:
Walt looked around at the three women,
then to the giant in front of him. “Who the hell are you and where’s Blaine?”
Dexter shrugged. “He’s not here.”
Walt backed toward the door a bit, pulling
Bob with him for cover. He pointed the gun at the large man. “We’ll be going
then.”
Dexter shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
Walt shoved Bob as hard as he could toward
the other man and reached for the door at the same time. He pulled it open only
to have it jerked from his hand and close with a loud bang. “What the...” He
spun around and pointed the gun at the man again. Bob was lying in a heap on
the floor as if he’d fainted. Idiot.
He pointed the gun at the longhaired woman
and grinned. “Walk over here real slowly.” Her eyebrows went up in a look of
shock.
“I don’t think so,” she said softly.
The short blonde flung an arm up and
growled. “I don’t like you pointing a gun at my friends.” The gun jerked out of
his hand and floated toward the big man, who reached out and plucked it out of
midair.
He flipped the safety on and tucked it
into the waist of his jeans. “You should listen to her friend.”
“What are you people?” Walt looked from
the longhaired one back to the short blonde.
“Sexy.” The black haired woman said softly
as she stepped from around the man holding his gun. “And slightly irritated because
you barged in here.”
Walt stared at her for a second then
turned back toward the door.
“Leaving so soon?” She purred. His back
was against the wall, his feet not touching the ground. His shocked expression
looked down at Rachel, as his heart tried to climb into his throat.
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