“You think you can encroach on my territory?” Money snarled down at the kneeler. From high in the gnarled trees surrounding the field, his gaze cut through the gloom as easily as a knife through flesh. In the center, the sun was a hemorrhaging hook of gold, offering only a fraction of light. The rust-colored sky appeared swollen, the storm-drenched clouds ready to burst. Without a word, the Arcadian pushed the trembling male to his knees. The human’s arms were cuffed behind his back. The newcomers had appeared in a blink, without walking a single step: a white-haired Arcadian-an otherworlder with the ability to teleport, among other things-and another human, this one wearing a suit as well, only his was ill-fitting and made from a cheap synthetic fiber.

His sun-kissed hair was expensively coiffed, and the only bulge he sported was the one in his pocket, where he kept his wallet.Īcrid wind shrieked as if someone had cranked a hard rock song on a radio, dancing thick dirt granules in every direction, Money radiated impatience mixed with glee-until two other men materialized a few feet away, and the impatience vanished.

The other wore a perfectly tailored silk business suit, his Italian loafers freshly polished. There were telltale weapon bulges under his arms, at his wrists, and at his ankles. His syn-cotton shirt was torn, his jeans dirty, and his boots scuffed. One was tall, muscled, with dark hair and a busted-up face. T WO MEN STOOD IN the middle of a shadowed, barren field. Yet neither Hector nor Noelle knows what to fear more-the killer case, or their own lethal desires. When a wealthy businessman is murdered in New Chicago’s seediest district, the two are partnered, and there’s no escaping what they both want: each other. But to be with her, he risks destroying her. For the first time, his stone-cold resistance is tested. She is beautiful and rich, with a party girl smile that hides a shocking vulnerability, and from the beginning his sizzling attraction to her is undeniable. But Noelle Tremain is a temptation like no other. Little wonder he’s determined to remain on his own.

He is a walking weapon, capable of killing with a single brush of his fingertips. Hector Dean is shaved, tattooed, and totally ripped-and he has a deadly secret. With one caress, he can give unforgettable pleasure. New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter captivates with a dark, tantalizing world of humans, otherworlders, and a powerful AIR agent consumed by his desire for a woman he can never have.

Dark taste of rapture