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“I like the idea of spending all week alone with you at your house.” She stopped walking so she could lean up and kiss him. “I love you, Matt Elliott.”

Matt put his hands on either side of her head and kissed her again, slowly. She would have melted to the ground if she didn’t have her crutches to support her.

“It’s
our
house, Alex,” he whispered. “So let’s go home.”

***

About Allison Brennan

New York Times
and
USA Today
bestseller Allison Brennan is the author of twenty-three novels and several short stories. A former consultant in the California State Legislature, she lives in Northern California with her husband Dan and their five children.

Crime fiction, mysteries, and romantic suspense have always been Allison's favorites, so it's no surprise that her romantic thrillers have a dark suspense edge. Reviewers have called her books "terrifying," "mesmerizing," "fast-paced," "pulse-pounding," "wonderfully complex," "layered," and "a master of suspense - tops in the genre." As Lisa Gardner says, "Brennan knows how to deliver."

Writing three books a year is more than a full-time job, and so is raising five kids, but Allison believes life is too short to be bored. When she's not writing, she's reading, playing video games, watching old movies or new television shows, driving to or attending volleyball / basketball / football / soccer / baseball / softball games, and on occasion even makes it to the gym where she enjoys people-watching more than exercise.

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by Cynthia Eden

Prologue

The giant sea monster flew down the packed city streets. Its tentacles shot high into the air and its bright green body shone beneath the lights. Screams rose in the air, high, desperate cries of—

“
Throw me something!”

Ivy DuLane smiled at those cries even as she let loose and threw a handful of gleaming, plastic necklaces into the crowd. The people out there roared even louder as the Mardi Gras parade really kicked into high gear.

Mardi Gras in Mobile.
Damn, but she loved these nights. The Royal Ladies of Poseidon were ruling this town. Her float was rocking as it bobbed its way down the busy street.  One of the high school bands marched in front of her sea monster, and the band’s music drifted into the air, merging with the cries from the crowd.

Ivy paused just a moment to adjust the mask that she wore—everyone on the float was wearing a pale, blue mask just like hers. The blue mask covered her eyes and just skimmed the top of her nose. Ivy swayed with the music and her smile stretched.

Energy pumped into the air.  Those screams were full of joy and—

“Help me!”

Ivy’s head whipped to the right.  She’d just grabbed more Mardi Gras beads from her post, but that cry stilled her hand.  Her frantic gaze swept over the crowded street, looking past the barricade that the cops had set up to protect the parade goers.

She saw men and women.  Children.  They were all talking and laughing.  Waving their hands into the air as they tried to catch the throws from the floats.

Behind the crowd, though, darkness waited. Shadows swept away from the street, heading back toward the old buildings. As she stared into those shadows, a shiver swept over Ivy.

The sea monster jerked and her hands flew out as she steadied herself.  When the float moved, the crowd parted, just a bit, and she saw the two lovers in the darkness.

The man was behind the woman, one of his arms was wrapped around her waist and his other arm—

A knife glinted in the dark.

They aren’t lovers.

“Stop!” Ivy yelled as she dropped her beads and grabbed onto the side of the float.

The float didn’t stop. The crowd kept yelling. The band played even louder.

The man—he had on a Mardi Gras mask, too. A mask and a tux, as if he were going to one of the Mardi Gras balls—balls that seemed to occur at a near constant rate during this time of the year.   The woman was struggling in his arms, her glittering, gold evening gown twisting with her movements. It was that glittering gown that had caught Ivy’s attention. It sparkled so brightly in the dark.

Almost as brightly as the knife in the man’s hand.

“Stop!”
Ivy shouted again. No one was listening to her. “Get away from her!” Ivy yelled to that man out there.

Did he laugh? She couldn’t tell for sure.  It seemed that he might be staring right at her.

He plunged the knife into the woman’s side.

“No!” And the parade float wasn’t stopping. The driver down below probably didn’t even hear her. No one seemed to hear her.

There was no choice. Ivy couldn’t just watch the woman die.

The masked man drove the knife into her side again.

Ivy jumped right over the side of her sea monster. When she hit the pavement, she stumbled to her knees and her palms scraped over the pavement. The crowd gasped, no doubt because the people on the floats weren’t supposed to fly off them.

And people in the crowd aren’t supposed to be murdered!

Men and women stared at her in shock as Ivy rushed toward the barricades.  She had to get to that woman! She had to help her. Voices were rising behind Ivy. Her friends from the float were shouting her name.

“He’s killing her!” Ivy yelled back. Then she looked at the crowd. “Let me pass! We have to stop him!”

A horse galloped up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the mounted police officer. “Help me!” Her plea was desperate as she scaled the barricade that had been put up to separate the spectators from the rolling floats. “I saw a man—he was attacking a woman!”

The cop’s face hardened.  People nearby weren’t watching the parade any longer. They were watching Ivy and the cop.  Ivy finally got over that barricade. She raced toward the spot where that poor woman had been, and she—

Empty.

No one was standing there. No man in a white mask.  No woman in a gown that glittered like gold.

Ivy spun around, stunned, lost.  Where had they gone? And where was the blood?  The knife?

“Ma’am…” A cop grabbed her arm.
Not
the cop who’d been mounted on the horse. Another one. A guy wearing a uniform and sporting a shiny badge near his breast pocket. “Ma’am, what the hell are you doing?”

“I—” She looked around again, but a sea of people surrounded her. The parade was still going. One crazy woman jumping from a float hadn’t stopped it. Screams and music filled the air. “A woman was in trouble,” Ivy tried to explain. “A man was stabbing her.”

The cop’s hold tightened on her arm. “Have you been drinking?” He brought his face in closer to hers. Probably the better to sniff her for the scent of alcohol.

Her back teeth clenched. “Not tonight, I haven’t.”  She glared at him. “I saw them! We have to find the woman! She needs help.”

Music boomed from the street. 

“She needs help,” Ivy said again as she tried to search through the crowd. “I know what I saw. I know…”

Only there was no victim. There was no attacker. There was nothing.

***

He kept his hand over her sweet mouth. Not that it mattered, not then. She wasn’t fighting anymore. Actually, he didn’t think she was even breathing.  

He and his lovely prey were inside the abandoned building, just a few feet away from the cop and the would-be rescuer.

She still had her mask on, but he could see the heavy mass of her dark hair, falling around her shoulders. She was a small woman, petite, almost delicate, but curved in all of the ways that he enjoyed.

A small woman like her—she wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.

They never do.

The cop wasn’t buying her story. Through the crack in the boarded-up window, he had a perfect view of the cop—and the woman who’d leapt from that float.

I didn’t expect that move.

She’d seen him. She’d watched while he’d driven the knife into his victim’s tender flesh. No one had watched before.

A little thrill still coursed through him.

She saw me.

But now the uniformed cop was tugging her away from the scene. He was muttering about rich women who drank too much. Everyone knew the people on the floats liked to party during the parade. The cop wouldn’t even check the area. He was just walking away and probably heading off to lock up the brunette.

“See,” he whispered into the dead woman’s ear. “No one gives a damn about you.  I was the only one. You should have appreciated me when you had the chance.”

He let her slide down his body.  She hit the dirty floor, her gown pooling around her.  He bent and wiped his knife on that gown, then he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. She tasted sweet, even in death.

The music and laughter kept coming from outside, calling to him. He put the knife back in its sheath and slipped outside.  He made sure to secure the back door—it wouldn’t do for someone to stumble onto his prize—then he hurried around the side of the building, following the cop and the interesting new lady. His gaze slid to the lady in the blue mask. She was yanking against the cop’s hold and demanding that he launch a search of the area.

She was interesting.  He’d like to see her without that mask.

His hand lifted and he touched his own mask.

Would you like to see me?

The cop moved faster, the crowd clearing for him. The crowd…they were clueless. You could do so much right in front of them, and they never knew. 

He kept to the shadows and he followed that cop and that very interesting new prey.  

He hadn’t planned to hunt again, not so soon, but this one…this woman was going to be special.

He could feel it, and now, he understood so very much. 

I might just let you see me…all of me.

Chapter One

“Causing trouble again?”

Ivy froze at that deep, rumbling voice. A voice that she usually only heard in her dreams—those really hot ones that came late at night.

“Drunk and disorderly conduct,” that sexy voice continued and she could feel tension gathering between her shoulder blades. “And did you seriously jump
off
a float in the middle of a parade? Don’t they teach you not to do things like that in manners’ school?”

She turned away from the uniformed cop—the jerk who was seriously trying to get her into the back of a patrol car—and faced this new threat. Because, yes, that was how she always thought of Detective Bennett Morgan. 
Threat. Danger.
But in this instance, he could be her way out. Because if the fresh-faced uniform succeeded in his dumb plan to send her down to the drunk tank, her night was screwed.

“I’m not drunk,” Ivy said. There was no way she could keep the heat from her voice. Fury rode her too hard.
A woman was attacked! No one is doing anything!
“I’ve said the alphabet backwards twice now, I’ve touched my nose with my fingers a dozen times, and I’ve walked in the straightest line in the world.” Her voice shook with fury. “I saw a woman being attacked. I tried to
help
,” she emphasized heavily. “My only crime was being a good Samaritan.” And for that, the young cop wanted to toss her in jail. Not cool.

Bennett stalked toward her. A streetlight fell on him, revealing the hard planes of his face.  Bennett wasn’t traditionally handsome. No, he was far too rough for that. Rough and wild with his thick, slightly long, blond hair and those deep, brooding eyes of his. She couldn’t see the emerald green shade of his gaze at that moment, but she’d never been able to forget that color.  Bennett’s jaw was square, a faint cleft marked the center of his chin, and his high cheekbones gave the guy a wild edge. 

An edge that she would
not
be exploring. At least, not right then.

She’d had a rather unhealthy attraction to Bennett since she was eighteen years old. Their time apart—all of those years—should have dimmed that attraction.  It hadn’t.  She looked at him, and that same sensual awareness flared within her.

Don’t let him see it. Don’t.

She lifted her cuffed hands and she moved closer to him. Bennett might be many things, not all of them good, but he
was
the Mobile Police Department’s golden boy of the moment. The big, bad, new hotshot detective who’d come to town a month ago.  So maybe the hotshot could assist her. “Bennett, please, talk to the guy.  Help me.”

His hand brushed down her arm. She hated that his touch seemed to scorch right to her soul. He shouldn’t still affect her that way. But he did.