Montana Royalty
The narrow slit of light between the partially closed bedroom curtains drew him through the shadowed pines.
He moved stealthily, the moonless darkness heavy as a cloak. The moment he'd seen the light, realized it came from her bedroom window, the curtains not quite closed, he'd been helpless to stop himself.
He'd always liked watching people when they didn't know he was there. He saw things they didn't want seen. He knew their dirty secrets.
Their secrets became his dirty little secrets.
But this was different.
The woman behind the curtains was Rory Buchanan.
He began to sweat as he neared the window even though the fall night was cold here in the mountains. The narrow shaft of light from between the curtains spilled out onto the ground. Teasing glimpses of her lured him on.
As he grew closer, he stuck the wire cutters he carried into his jacket pocket. His heart beat so hard he could barely steal a breath as he slowly stepped toward the forbidden.
The window was the perfect height. He closed his left eye, his right eye focusing on the room, on the woman.
Inside the bedroom, Rory folded a pair of jeans into one of the dresser drawers and close ... read full excerpt from Montana Royalty ebook
