„…H E STOOD in the shadows of the night. Dark. Dangerous. A lethal predator. Glittering black
eyes stared in at the woman through the window as she moved about the bedroom wearing only a
towel draped about her silken nakedness. A slight smile curved her lips and she remained
completely unaware of the danger that lay in wait for her outside in the darkness.‟
Elizabeth felt a shiver down her spine as she looked up from the book she was reading to her
own bedroom window, wishing now that she had thought to draw the curtains before getting into
bed. Except, like the woman in the story, Elizabeth had believed no one would be able to see into
the second storey bedroom window of this remote house, perched high on the rugged Cornish
cliffs. The tide must be in, covering the sandy beach, Elizabeth realised as she heard the
roughness of the sea pounding against the cliffs.
She repressed another shiver before reading the next paragraph of her book.
„Shoulder-length dark hair framed a face of hard, sensual magnetism. Those intense black eyes
focused on the long creamy column of the woman‟s exposed throat and he could see the blood