In the third book of the Swamp Series, visit the New Orleans area and a small town in the Louisiana swamp another time, where love crosses obsession and where deception, secrets, and murder are hidden in troubled minds in the streets of the city and behind a dark curtain of Spanish moss. Slip into the web of suspense where situations get sizzling and edgy, killers lurk, and passion runs hot and deep. Take a walk and get friendly with the warm and furry, once more.

Domeno's skin crawled as if something had skittered along his shoulders. Emile stood a few feet away, the edges of his teeth showing behind the gray-toned skin. That same bony structure that had been misshapen and malformed months before had straightened, and the gobs and patches of hair that once covered his entire body were only wisps. His mismatched eyes held a reddish tint, not the solid wolf red of a shift, but close. Had another full moon worked that magic? Or, was it his double wolf genes?

The man stood at the end of the crudely constructed table and studied the naked girl. Leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles bound her to the table, and a pair of leather straps, one across her chest, below her breasts, and one across her pale thighs. He had removed all her clothing except her shoes. She really should have let herself get more sun, he thought. The first girl he killed had been an accident, but none of them since had been accidental.

The ball of white fur and gold eyes peered up at the man when he removed the lid. It waited a moment, as if judging the situation, placed one cautious paw at a time over the edge of the box, and climbed out. It could have easily been a dog, an overgrown puppy, but it wasn't. 

"Wolf!" the man cried, an instant before the animal sank its fangs into his throat with a snarling shriek and toppled him to the ground.