The night Madison is attacked a mysterious man steps from the shadows and rescues her. He stays in the darkness and doesn’t even tell her his name.
Keaton can’t keep Madison from his thoughts. Once he touched her he knew she was his mate. He has to see her again and wraps her in shadow to whisk her away. Once the cold of his power touches her, it ignites the mating fever.
All Madi desires is to be with Keaton because any separation from him brings pain. Madison doesn’t fully understand what is happening only that the fever burns in her body and she can’t keep her hands off Keaton. As the fever burns, so do the feelings between them. However, there is one who would stand in their way. An old enemy has resurfaced and Keaton will stop at nothing to protect Madison even if it means sacrificing his very existence for the woman he loves.
EXCERPT
“Please don’t hurt me.” I hated the helplessness in my voice. All my muscles were locked in place, frozen in fear at what he would do to me. The worst rolled through my mind. Rape. Murder. Being chopped up and my body dumped into the Charles River.
“Don’t worry. It’ll only hurt for a minute. Then you’ll be one of us.” He wrenched my head to the side. A cry let loose from my lips. His fingers wound through my hair and he pulled out the scarf I wore. My mugger pressed his body against mine. He had no other weapon I could see, but I was trapped. His hot, stinking breath moistened my skin.
“Your kind has got to learn.” Another deep voice rumbled in the alley.
I opened my eyes and felt the man’s lips move away from my throat.
“My master doesn’t obey the laws. Humans are meat,” he snarled.
A guttural growl answered him. “Trenton knows better. His day will come. As yours has now.”
My attacker launched himself off me, pushing me into the wall so my head struck the brick exterior. The world grew a fuzzy around the edges. I tried to move, but my head spun. All I could do was listen to the two men fight next to me. Whoever had come into the alley heaved my attacker into the trashcans and was on top of him, holding him down. My savior raised his arm over his head. There was something large and pointed in his hand that he brought down. A sharp shriek pierced the night that chilled my bones. The scream died as a blast of wind hit me. Then silence.
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Crymsyn Hart - Paranormal and Horror Author 