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Mind Hackers Series
If he can control her mind…
Government operative David Jenkins is skilled at controlling his emotions. Feelings are lethal when your job is to infiltrate minds, erase and implant thoughts, and guard the nation’s intellectual capital. But even he can’t fight his strange attraction to Grace Woznisky. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from a madman intent on possessing both their minds. Neither suspect their dangerous enemy has a larger motive, and David may be Grace’s only chance for survival.
Can he control her heart?
All freelance artist Grace wants is steady-paying work and to see her flighty sister to the altar. But after David offers her a job, she finds herself in the middle of a mental tug of war—one that has her reeling from nightmares and fighting for her life. She must decide: Are her growing feelings for her new boss authentic, or is she a victim of his mind-altering abilities?
She stared at him in silent horror. In moments, the earth would cover her mouth and nose and it would be all over. She fought to keep calm but was losing the battle. If she had to go out, she would give him what he wanted in hopes he would leave her sister alone. She loved her sister and wanted to see her happy. She let out a small shriek when two hands grabbed her from behind and hauled her out of the muck.
“Stay calm and let me do the talking.” Her savior mumbled, stepping in front of her to face her tormentor. “Let the girl go.” He called across the chasm.
“No need to shout,” the deadly voice said. “I can hear you clearly.”
“It’s me you want, not her. Let her go, and you can have me.”
“Really? You would give in that easily? She means that much to you?” Grace’s tormentor was clearly enjoying himself. “You’ve got it all wrong, you know. It’s not you I want. Grace is mine. I discovered her long before you, which gives me prior claim.”
Once again, something about the way the madman spoke sounded familiar to Grace. He must have been familiar to her helper, too, because he stared at the lunatic for a moment as if putting the pieces of an intricate puzzle together.
“You were after Grace all along. Why? She’s innocent. What can she possibly offer you? Unless…”
“You don’t even understand her true value, do you?” He let out a sinister laugh, pacing on the other side of the pit. “I’ve had the chance to poke around in her mind a bit. She’s strong like your Meg. I’m not letting her go. Which means you must.”
His arm flew out from his side, stretching like a giant rope across the gap in the earth and pulling her to him. Her rescuer did not attempt to stop him, and for the first time she got a good look at him. He was tall and broad shouldered but—she drew in a sharp breath—he appeared to be injured. He was holding his left side and she could see a crimson stain.
“Before I intervened, you planned to bury her alive. That didn’t appear like you wanted to keep her,” he called from his side of the pit.
Her tormentor laughed. “Yes, I suppose it did look that way, but as you know, looks can be deceiving. I was merely ensuring her cooperation and waiting until you arrived.”
He laughed again and the sound grated on Grace’s nerves. He squeezed her shoulder, as if he would force her to cooperate. “She’s an obstinate one. That is not something I can tolerate in my women.”
He tightened his grip on her shoulders. To prevent her from running away? Her body was paralyzed. She couldn’t make her legs move even if she wanted to.
“I see you ran into one of my traps.” He motioned to her rescuer’s side. “I can make this quick or painful. Which would you prefer?”
His hands became long whips as he flung them across the muddy pit and into her rescuer’s side. He cried out in agony, and the sound made Grace flinch. She could not bear to watch and found herself turning her head into her tormentor’s shoulder.
“You see your girlfriend already finds comfort in my arms.”
He chuckled and the sound was like dreadful acid washing over her skin. She pulled her head away abruptly, but that did not stop the madman.
“She obviously doesn’t share your strong feelings, does she? It will be tragic for her to witness your death. In fact, I’m not sure her mind can handle it. She might never recover. It will be interesting to learn.”
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