From the Inside Flap:
If Ana was any kind of threat to them, every single last Hunter around would know. She'd be watched--or already dead. She wasn't a threat and he knew it. At least not that kind of threat. Not any more. The kind of threat she posed to him was a different story, but one didn't really have anything to do with the other. She'd screwed up and even Duke wasn't so blind to the fact that she had tried to make amends. She was guilty, never claimed otherwise, didn't offer excuses or any other lame shit to try and help explain away what she'd done. Even the more plausible reason--her fear for her brother, she never used that card. If it was anybody but Ana, he probably even could have found some reluctant admiration. But with Ana... Even as he told himself to stop, to back away, find out what he needed to know and get the hell away from her, he couldn't. Even as he lifted a hand to touch her, curling it around her neck and tugging her close, he told himself to quit and he couldn't. "No answer, Ana?" he whispered, rubbing his thumb across her full lower lip. Let it go--none of that matters. Except it did. It did matter, why she'd all but melted in his arms, melted around him, over him, so damned hot she'd almost burned him. Had she really wanted him?
About the Author:
Shiloh Walker is the national bestselling author of many novels, including Hunting the Hunter, Hunter's Salvation, and Hunters: Heart and Soul.
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