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After everything that happened David has to leave his past and Caine behind to go back to his life before. He needs answers. He needs someone to pay for everything that happened. There are still those out there who haven't been held responsible. At the same time he struggles with the darkness inside of him that threatens to come out. The only person that can help him has been part of his life for 20 years, but he has never really let Sybil fully in. He wants to protect her from getting caught up in his past, but he just can't let her go. More people are dying and some look to him as having something to do with it even if it isn't true. He found the diaries that Max pointed him to and he has to decide what needs to be done. He has to let the darkness be less than the light and in the process he has to decide if Sybil will be part of that. I loved Sybil. What a strong woman standing by this man that she loves, but also strong enough to walk away to know that he comes to her freely and whole. This was such an incredible story of passion and suspense. I loved it.
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About the Book
LUST FOR LIFE
No matter how many times he’s left her in the past, Sybil Chalmers can’t ignore her feelings for the one man who stole her heart years ago. For countless nights, she has waited for him—for his kiss, his touch—and has longed for him to emerge from the shadows of his past. Only when she is in his arms does Sybil really feel alive…and finally, after all these years, that time is now.
A DEADLY DESIRE
He’s a man raised in a world of strict rules and unbreakable traditions and he’s always yearned to break free. But when a family tragedy lures him back home, he finds his one true passion has been there all along. With Sybil, he can explore his greatest potential—and allow her to discover a whole new level of ecstasy. But will a long-buried secret threaten to tear them apart? The only thing he knows for sure is that he will do anything to keep Sybil in his life…and keep her coming back for more…
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The skin on the nape of his neck stood up.
His blood started to pump.
Slowly, he shifted his gaze and found himself staring across
the neat, tidy little lawn.
There. That was the
other thing he felt, a bizarre mix of need, longing and a twist in his heart
that he couldn’t fully understand. It
only happened around one person.
It wasn’t a surprise that she’d found him here.
Nor was it a surprise when his heart did that odd little
twist.
She was the other person who managed to make him feel.
She made him want.
She made him need.
She made him regret, too.
Regret that he needed to push her away, regret that he
couldn’t reach for her the way he wanted.
Regret that he wasn’t as strong as he should be, because
even as he told himself to push her away, she started up the walk, the short
skirt she wore barely clinging to her thighs and all he could think about was
pulling her into his lap so that the skirt rode higher and he could cup her
hips, pull her down to straddle him.
Vivid, overbright starbursts seemed to explode behind his
eyes as that fantasy played out in his mind.
It would be so easy. This was a
secluded street and people had finally given up on the rubbernecking. Hardly anybody drove down the street to check
out the burnt out wreck of the Frampton house.
He could pull that stretchy bit of fabric up and be inside her in two
minutes. It would be so easy to just
lose himself to her.
She came to a halt in front of him while his blood pounded
in slow, steady waves, while need clenched inside him like a fist.
Tell her to leave, common sense dictated. He’d already made the decision he needed to
make.
But his head, his heart, his cock didn’t want to listen.
“Hey,” she said, her red-slicked lips curving up.
He stared at her mouth, thought about seeing that mouth
open, seeing it glide down his chest.
Blinking, he managed, barely, to look away. “Hey back.”
This was yet another thing he lacked, the ability to talk,
even to her, about anything that didn’t involve getting her naked and fucking
her. Naked wasn’t even necessary as long
as he could be inside her, lose himself to her, hide away from the demons that
chased him.
But if he kept doing that, all those demons were going to
start chasing her, too.
He wasn’t worth a whole hell of a lot and he didn’t care
about a whole hell of a lot. But he’d
burn this whole damn town to the ground before he let anything from his past
start to haunt her. Every moment of peace he’d ever known had come from
her. She mattered, more than anything or
anybody else in his miserable world.
So instead of reaching for her, he stared out at the water,
acutely aware as she sat down at his side.
The journals sat at the other and he resisted the urge to grab them,
disappear inside the house, hide them away from her. Hide them away, hide their secrets, as if
that would make the truth any less than true.
“I don’t blame that kid,” Sybil said out of the blue.
Caught up in his own head, he barely understood what she
meant. Looking over at her, he tracked
her gaze and then, as a shiver of cold raced up his spine, he looked back over
the water.
“Plenty of people don’t.
Too bad he couldn’t find a way to trap his dad and uncle in there, too.”
Sybil murmured, “His uncle’s brains splattered all over the
chief’s wall.”
“He went too easy.”
“True. But he is
still gone.” Her gaze came over to
him. “We fell asleep on you. What did you think about the movie?”
He frowned, tried to remember something about it. The boy. Wands. A rock.
Then he shrugged. “What sort of name is Snape?”
Sybil laughed. “An
interesting one. For an interesting
character. Is he a good guy or a bad
guy?”
The question caught him off guard. Then he looked down. “What does it matter?”
“Well, if you want to watch more of the series with us, it
would be kind of fun for me to know now, what you think of him. He plays a big part in it.”
I’m not watching more.
That was what he should tell her.
Sighing, he looked away.
Everything he should do, he couldn’t do.
It had been like that for most of his life. He should found a better way to make people
listen. He should have fought harder. He should have run sooner.
Then there were the things he shouldn’t have done. He
shouldn’t have involved Lana. He
shouldn’t have stayed in town. He shouldn’t have reached for Sybil that first
night.
A hand reached up, touched his cheek. “You’re always so serious, baby.”
“Little reason to be otherwise.”
“True.” She moved
then and he didn’t even have time to brace himself before she had settled
herself in his lap, one leg planted on either side of his hips. Her hands came up, cupped his face. “How much longer until you decide to tell
me?”
His hands moved of their own volition, fingers splayed wide
across satiny soft thighs. “Tell you
what, Sybil?”
“Don’t play games with me.” She dipped her head so that her
hair fell around them like a curtain.
“You’ve never done it before.
Don’t start now.”
Noise clamored in the back of his head, all that chaos
rising to a roar as he stared into those beautiful eyes. They slid between gold and green and right
now, they all but glowed as she watched him.
Send her away. Tell
her.
He slid his hands up, cupping her ass. And he groaned when
he found her naked under that sorry excuse for a skirt. “I keep thinking it’s time to tell you to
just go. To stay away from me.”
“That’s what I thought.”
She rubbed her mouth against his.
“Why don’t you do it, then? So I
can ignore you and we can fight it out?”
The cool silk of her
hair brushed against his cheek. He
tangled one hand in it. “This isn’t a
game anymore.”
“It never was.” She
eased back, watching him with knowing eyes.
He curled his lip.
“It was one thing when you were fucking some guy you thought was an
Amish builder. It’s another thing when
it’s me, possible murder suspect, sick degenerate. It’s just a matter of time before the cops
decide to start pulling me, demanding answers about what happened the night I
disappeared. Just a matter of time
before everything comes out in the open.
When nobody knew—”
She lifted a hand and pressed her finger to his lips.
“I always knew.”
Don’t miss the first two books in the Secrets & Shadows Series…
About the Author
Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her newest series, Secrets and Shadows, launched in April 2014. Look for the newest book Deeper than Need, to be followed by Sweeter than Sin and Darker than Desire.
She writes romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormal romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.
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