Agent Mickey Flannery is finally going to take his wife Terese on the honeymoon they missed five years ago. The plans are made, the plane has landed and they arrive to the news they’ve been chosen for an upgraded holiday—a week on a private island all amenities included.
The private beach soon turns into paradise lost when they learn their gracious host is none other than Rafael Lesandro Rivera, the son of a dead drug lord, and he’s out for blood.
Can Mickey keep Terese and himself alive long enough to find a way of escaping the man who invited them to join his hunting party—as the prey?
Mickey rolled on his side and watched Terese standing on the balcony overlooking the private garden. She wore one of his t-shirts, the hem reached to the middle of her luscious thighs. He pushed up, grabbed his boxers then padded out to join her. The warm gentle breeze ruffled the vegetation and carried the scent of his woman to him. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. “What are you thinking about?”
She shivered slightly.
“Are you cold?” In this heat?
“There’s something on the wind,” she mumbled ominously.
Her tone made the hair on the back of his neck prickle. “What kind of something?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head, breaking free of the strange spell she seemed to be under. “It’s nothing.”
“When you feel like there’s something off, there’s something off.”
She pulled away. “It’s nothing.” She lifted up on her tiptoes and pressed a warm kiss to his lips. “Let’s just enjoy this.” She went back into the room and began to change her clothes.
Unease flooded Mickey. There were very few things he was certain of. One of them was his wife’s intuition. If she thought there was an ill wind brewing then he could make book on it.
He turned and followed her back inside. “Terese…”