Shadow Hunter
Night, that insidious thief of light, plundered her reality and stole the resolve so hard won by daylight.
Bailey Howard leaned her forehead against the cool window of the air-conditioned bus and swallowed the bitter taste of panic. She would gladly kill for a glass of chardonnay right about now. Wine wouldn't have been her drug of choice, but the wish for booze was better than wishing for the line of coke she'd really been craving.
And had vowed to never have again.
She opened her eyes to the inky darkness reflecting back her own haggard image in the glass. What in hell was she doing on a damn bus, having spooky shivers in the middle of a heat wave?
Buses were certainly not her style. What would her New York buddies have to say about such a thing?
She'd been out of the loop for the last five months, holed up at the Renaissance Malibu Rehab Center. So Bailey would be willing to bet none of those New York people would recognize her at all by now. Just as well. They were history. Her history.
But as the word history ran through her head, she remembered a more distant past. A time when she couldn't wait for the lazy, hot summer to bri ... read full excerpt from Shadow Hunter ebook