Jade DiMarco's dreams of 'happily ever after' are shattered the night she discovers her husband is a psychotic criminal. After his attempt on her life is thwarted by an unlikely rescuer...the mysterious 'El Lobo'...Jade is forced to begin a new life in the Witness Protection Program. Terrified that even the US Marshals can't stop her husband from finding her, she takes up martial arts and shooting lessons while living under a false identity. Just when she starts to feel in control of her destiny, FBI agent Luke Butler appears, throwing her off balance with questions that sound suspiciously like accusations.
Luke Butler's undercover FBI operation has gone to hell. After the suspect murders Luke's partner, nearly murders his own wife, then escapes, Luke is forced to take matters into his own hands. He follows Jade to her new location and attempts to discover if she's as innocent as she seems or if she's somehow involved in her husband's illegal activities. While trying to distance himself from his attraction to Jade, he must unravel the truth before he makes a mistake that allows a diabolical killer to claim another victim.
As evil draws dangerously near, Jade and Luke fight the passion that blooms between them...passion that has no chance of survival in a deadly game where there are no winners...only survivors.
She realized with surreal wonder that Bryce had sliced the knife across her neck.
Her hands flew to her throat. Blood gushed between her fingers. She sank to the floor, finally free of Bryce's grip.
Through a blur of pain, she was vaguely aware of El Lobo lifting his gun and yelling something unintelligible--shattering glass as Bryce hurled himself through the window into the rain drenched night--the booming echo of a gunshot--and El Lobo running to the window.
The man looked back and forth between Bryce's escape route and where she lay on the floor. Moving to her side, he tore off his shirt and pressed it against her throat, cursing under his breath.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Iciness twisted deep inside her--seized her skin. Her body convulsed. She clawed at the hands that held her. Dear God, she couldn't breathe.
In her delirium, she saw a blurred image of demonic red eyes and huge fangs.
This must be what death looks like.
The room faded in and out like the screen of a movie theatre as it switched frames. She tried to stay awake, afraid of what the blackness would bring, but her mind wouldn't focus.
"Hold on," a voice murmured. "Please don't die on me, please don't die."
She wanted to answer but couldn't. His words came from far away, then disappeared completely.
The world went silent as darkness swallowed her.