After an intimate relationship with her former boss sours, Sienna Sanders is slapped with a lawsuit for breach of contract. Broke and jobless, she moves in with her airhead cousin in a too-small mountain cabin--their joint inheritance.
But things do get worse when a hiking misstep leaves Sienna stranded. That is, until a hunky stranger comes to her rescue. A zing of attraction has her thinking he might be the one. But there's a psycho stalking the area who's already killed four women--women who look a lot like Sienna.
Her stranger insists his name is Carson Addison, but Sienna discovers that isn't true. Plus, her dreamboat protector, a.k.a. possible stalker, only materializes when she's alone. Can she trust her heart and believe he's not a killer? Or is she making herself an easy target for the monster lurking in the mountains?
Page Count: 328
Word Count: 82064
If he is a spider, I’m happily ensnared in his web.
He nipped at his lower lip. Sienna couldn’t keep her own mouth from trembling, because he looked like he might kiss her. God help her, she wanted him to kiss her.
He didn’t move. She didn’t move. The standoff lasted for several seconds that seemed like an eternity. Finally, he shook his head, as if released from a spell.
The man lifted her into his arms. Surprise stunned her muscles into atrophy, but she recovered her wits and began to thrash about, dropping the single crutch she’d been holding.
“What are you doing? Put me down.”
He held tightly. “Take it easy. I’m only carrying you to the door so you won’t have to walk.”
She stopped resisting and pretended to relax. True to his word, he headed toward the cabin. When he reached the wrap-around porch, the man set her gently on the steps.
“A word of advice, Sienna. It’s not safe around here for women who look like you. Don’t let a stranger get this close. By the time you scream, it could be too late.”
She opened her mouth, but no saucy retort came to mind. While she struggled with her snappy comeback, he backed down the steps and gave her a mock salute. Two steps and he vanished into the trees. Again. Disappearing was a chronic habit with that man.
She stared at the spot where darkness had engulfed him. His cryptic remark replayed in her mind. A word of advice, Sienna.
The crutches began to shake in her hands.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. He knew her name.
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