Rhone has ducked trouble many times. As an undercover agent, you see a lot of shit. But this time trouble came wrapped up in an alluringly seductive package. Samantha Frazer. She’s good with her hands . . . er, at carving wood. She’s even better with her mouth . . . huh . . . snippy little thing. Also, her aim is dead centre. She’s gunning for his heart, in more ways than one. From the moment Samantha lays eyes on . . . um . . . all of him, she’s hooked.
Rhone Greer is mouth-watering. He’s also one of the owners of Club Devil’s Cove and the most compelling Dom she’d ever met. He’s hot, controlling and hungry . . . for her. Desire and manipulation make strange bed partners as Rhome and Samantha combust between the sheets.
The game is on.
Who will bite?
Who’ll get devoured?
Unbeknownst, a sinister plot is underfoot and everyone is a target. As ghosts from the past resurface, there is only one question to be asked.
Who will live . . . who will die?