Touch A Dark Wolf
Chapter One
The mist filling the Tennessee mountain pass was either fate's middle finger telling Erin Morgan she was screwed, or a beckoning finger from the grave letting her know that sooner or later she was a dead woman. Sooner, if the budding sixth sense tingling her scalp and twisting her gut was proving itself true yet again. She'd been trying to shake the feeling, but couldn't. It was more than just the Sno-Med billboards lining the road, advertising, "Let us enrich your life. We care for you." Somehow Erin felt that Dr. Cinatas was tracing her escape from Manhattan into no-man's-land, realizing she was after his jugular rather than hiding.
She'd never dreamed -- make that nightmared -- that Dr. Cinatas was a murderer. She'd worked for the devil for months and hadn't had ... read full excerpt from Touch a Dark Wolf ebook
