Montana Mustangs
Book Description:
A Nymph. A woman with the ability to seduce at will, shift to protect, but cursed with the fate to have the man she falls in love with die a tragic death. As one of the ill-fated nymphs, Aura Montgarten has spent her lifetime drifting from one place to another hiding from love. Until she meets Dane.
When a body washes up on the shore of a rural Montana lake, police officer Dane Burke is faced with the task of finding the killer—even if it means he will be forced to put his life and heart at risk by working with a drifter. As the truth of Aura’s Mustang-shifting Nymph ways are revealed, Dane learns exactly the amount of danger he and Aura are in, but can’t force himself to leave a case unsolved when the truth is right outside of his grasp.
When the killer decides he needs to take another victim—Dane—Aura must choose between their forbidden love and her immortal life… Can there be life without love, or is death her only choice?
Book Excerpt:
Book Excerpt:
Chapter One
The waves of
the lake crashed next to Dane Burke like greedy reporters descending onto a
crime scene. Dane picked up the severed hand, careful to touch it only with the
tips of his gloved fingers, all in an attempt to save what little evidence
remained.
The
fingers were wrinkled and pale, the color of rotting fish. The skin of the palm
flapped back, exposing the white lines of the tendons and the bloated pink
muscles of the victim’s hand. He pushed back the skin, covering the hand’s
viscera. The flesh was rubbed raw in several places, but whether it was from
the time in the water or something else Dane couldn’t be sure.
Behind
him, the secondary officer, Grant, talked with the woman who’d phoned in the
find. The woman was blonde, thin, and uncomfortably beautiful.
“So,
Aura, are you in Montana for business or pleasure?” Officer Grant asked, with
just a little too much glee in his voice.
Dane
tried to ignore the amateurish come-ons the officer threw at the blonde with
the large blue eyes and plump lips that pulsed with the pink hues of life.
He
turned the gruesome hand over in his. The fingernails of the victim were
painted a vivid red, now brighter than the blood that had settled in the
person’s flesh. He snickered quietly as he thought about the stark difference
between the woman behind him who was the embodiment of life and the macabre
sloughing object of death he stared upon.
Maybe
the kid wasn’t so wrong for focusing on the woman. If he’d been just a few
years younger, maybe he would have been acting that way too—focusing on the
beauty of the woman instead of the gore of the job. But he’d long since given
up on the things in life that only brought bitterness—death was easier to
handle.
About Danica Winters
Danica Winters is a bestselling author who is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. When she’s not working she can be found in the wilds of Montana working on her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery and painting are not her thing). She always believe the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.
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