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"Deadly Heat is seriously hot! Taut conflict mixes with fiery romance to create a winner." ---Romantic Times
The fire came at him, fast and hot. The orange flames licked across the floor, climbed the walls, and rolled in hungry waves.
The screams filled his ears. His mother’s cries. She called for him, over and over, but he didn’t answer her. Couldn’t. The flames and smoke had stolen his breath, and all he could do was watch.
So beautiful. The flames danced for him. Danced and whispered. Crackled and rose. He couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to.
Smoke billowed around him, trapping him in a fog. His fingers curled tight over his precious prize. Won’t let go. Won’t ever let go.
The fire touched him, biting his arm, but he didn’t cry out.
He just watched.
And his mother stopped screaming. Just like his dad had stopped. He’d stopped long ago…
The flames were bigger. Rolling toward him now. Faster, faster. So hot. His lips began to curl.
Then the monsters came. Giant beasts with long noses, robot eyes, and tubes shooting from their mouths.
One grabbed him, slapping at his left arm, and he screamed.
But the monster didn’t let him go.
Water shot at the flames. Cold, icy water that hit his skin.
The monster’s arms were tight around him. And then the monster ran, taking him right through the thick smoke and letting him see those dancing flames again.
The fresh air hit him. He choked at the first taste and the monster was there, always there, but yanking off a mask and it was—
A man. “The kid’s alive! Get me some oxygen! Get the damn EMTs over here!”
More hands. Touching. Stroking. Hurting. Another man shoved a mask over his face. No, don’t want it, don’t want—
The mask pressed too hard against his nose and mouth.
The same man rubbed something ice-cold on his arm right over the fire’s kiss. Then the guy wrapped bandages around him and slapped tape around the edges.
They put him on a stretcher. As they hauled him toward an ambulance, he saw his house. Firefighters stood on the roof, swinging with their axes, sending fire and smoke billowing into the sky.
The windows at the front of his home exploded, and giant shards of glass flew onto the porch.
Firefighters ran out of the doorway, yelling. One had his mother in his arms.
She wasn’t moving, and her body…
He glanced down at his hand, still clenched so tight around his prize.
“It’s gonna be okay, boy. You’re gonna be fine…” This came from the man who’d pulled him out. A big guy, with red cheeks and dark green eyes. “You’re safe now.”
But his mom wasn’t. Neither was his dad.
A shout came, an order for backup, and the man turned away.
His fingers uncurled.
The match lay in his hand. The red tip was black now.
“Got to be arson, sir… the way the fire is spreading… accelerant…” Another firefighter, talking fast to a guy with a big radio.
He let the match slide from his fingers. It fell to the ground and sank into the grass.
“All right, kid.” The EMT was back. Looking pale, tense. “It’s time to get you to the hos—”
“My mom’s dead.”
The man swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
He looked at that fire. So bright now. “My dad, too?” He already knew.
“We got a call in to your grandparents—”
He didn’t cry. Didn’t blink.
“We’re gettin’ you to the hospital.” A woman appeared at his side. They lifted him up and put him in the back of the ambulance. The doors slammed closed, shutting out the fire.
But I wanted to watch. His lips tightened.
He looked at his palm. He could see the black marks from the match.
The siren screamed on.
And he smiled.
Choosing to run into a burning building probably wasn’t the smartest decision he’d ever made. Then again, sadly, it wasn’t his dumbest either.
Kenton Lake choked in a deep breath of air—already tasted the smoke—then lifted his arm over his mouth. Some jobs just sucked.
He went into the wall of smoke. Ah, hell.
His nostrils burned. Heat scored his flesh, but he heard the voice calling, the same voice that had lured him to the building, lured him across the street and into this inferno.
“H-help! Dammit, h-help me!”
His informer. Upstairs. In the middle of the flames and fury.
He jerked off his jacket, covered his mouth, and tried to stay as low to the floor as he could.
His eyes burned, and the ash and fire singed his nostrils. How the hell had this happened? He was investigating arson, not supposed to get drawn into—
Part of the ceiling fell behind him.
Kenton glared up at the long row of stairs. Ten-to-one odds they’d fall away before he got to the top.
Ten to one.
He took the stairs. One. Two. Three.
And, yep, they gave way just when he reached stair number four. Kenton went down, hard. The broken wood bit into his arms and legs, and the fire flew toward him.
A blast of water shot out, hard and fast, slamming into the flames.
Someone grabbed him, hauled him up, and a hand locked tight around his arm. Kenton found himself staring right at a firefighter.
He caught a smoky glimpse of narrowed eyes behind a clear eye shield. Kenton had a fast impression of a thick, black helmet and a brown uniform—
The firefighter shoved him forward, obviously trying to send him toward the front of the building.
More firefighters swarmed around him, battling the fire. Some struck out with axes, some scrambled into the rooms.
Couldn’t they hear the voice calling for help?
He tried to break free and jump for those stairs. There was a gap, he could make it, he might—
The firefighter who’d grabbed him before dragged him right back and gave a hard negative shake of that black helmet.
Screw that, he wasn’t leaving a victim behind—
He wrenched away.
Then the firefighter slugged him. Hard. Right in his jaw. Damn, one hell of a hit.
Kenton went down.
The firefighter’s arms wrapped around him. Another grabbed him. Another.
Then they dragged his ass out of the flames.
“Idiot!” The snarl came at him the minute the oxygen mask was shoved onto his face. Kenton looked up, gaze narrowed against the smoke that still burned his eyes, and saw the firefighter—the asshole who’d slugged him—jerk off his helmet and mask—
Um, her helmet and mask. Not a man, there. No way.
He swallowed and choked a bit.
He could make out her eyes better now. Gorgeous, shimmering gold, so clear and deep and—
He threw the oxygen mask aside and leaped to his feet. “You left a man in there!”
Those golden eyes widened. Very slowly, she lifted her right hand, a fragile hand that had packed a whole lot of punch, and pointed to the left.
A fire truck ladder was lowering as it moved away from the building. And a man was on the ladder. Older, with stooped shoulders and a soot-stained face. A firefighter had him in a tight grip, and the guy appeared to be coughing up a lung.
“Got him,” she said sweetly, her voice a slow drawl of the South that reminded him of a teammate at the Bureau.
His gaze flew back to her. He looked now, really looked. Short blond hair, wet from sweat and the heat, was molded to her head. Her face was all strong angles, with a sharp, pointed chin. Wide, golden eyes. Cat eyes. Not conventionally pretty. Not really.
But with those full lips, those cheekbones and, damn, those eyes—sexy.
Her hands were on her hips now. He couldn’t tell a thing about the shape of her body, not in that thick uniform, but she was tall, just a few inches shy of his own six foot three.
Probably long and lean, and he usually liked them a bit softer around the edges and—
“Wanna tell me why you’ve got a death wish, GQ?”
GQ? He glanced down at his ruined suit. Right. So she was funny. Or wanted to be. “I heard…” He coughed and had to pause to clear his throat and breathe. “I heard… him calling for help.” He wouldn’t tell her the guy was his informant, not yet. That was on a need-to-know basis. Bedroom eyes didn’t need to know that yet.
Those eyes. Impressive, really. They were so big that he was surprised she’d gotten them to go so mean and small, so fast. “Firefighters fight the flames.” Ice could have dripped from that drawl. Interesting. Ice in a fiery hell. “Not businessmen with a hero complex.”
He rubbed his jaw. It hurt. So did his ego. “You always punch out your victims? That part of your complex?”
She shook her head. “I only punch when the guys are dumb enough to fight help when it comes.”
Ah, now that was the second time she’d insulted his intelligence. He reached into his back pocket. Yanked out his wallet. The leather stuck a bit when he tried to open it, but he shoved his ID toward her. “FBI, sweetheart. I think I know how to handle a dangerous situation.”
She didn’t even glance down. “I think that’s debatable.”
A snicker came from behind him.
Great. An audience. He’d forgotten all about the EMTs.
His sexy savior—with the serious attitude—turned away. “Get him checked out, Harry,” she called out and marched away.
That was it?
His gaze dropped. Couldn’t help it. Even in that thick garb, she had a nice sway.
“You—you assaulted an officer!” It was all he could think of right then. She was heading for his informant, leaving him in her dust.
He didn’t want her to go. Not yet.
Her name was on the lower back of her uniform. Spelled out in big, reflective letters. L. SPADE.
She threw a vulgar gesture over her shoulder, but didn’t stop walking.
Well, well… He couldn’t fight the smile that lifted his lips.
“Dude, you better stop while you’re ahead.” From the EMT. What had she called him? Harvey? Harry?
Kenton tossed the oxygen mask at him. Spade was too close to his informant. No way was she getting first crack at him.
The guy was his. Once he stopped trying to cough up his lung, anyway.
“Hey—wait! You need to go to the ER. You can’t just—”
Kenton shoved his way through the crowd. There were gawkers lined up across the street, watching the fire begin to sputter. Smoke drifted lazily into the night air, the sirens wailed, and general chaos ensued.
The informant reached the ground, and the paramedics immediately swarmed him.
“We need him taken to Langley General, stat!” Spade’s voice. “Sir, sir—you’re gonna be all right! You hear me? You’re safe!”
The guy coughed, shuddered, and seemed to pull in on himself. Then he broke free of the paramedics and ran right at L. Spade.
Uh-oh, was she gonna punch him, too?
No, a coughing fit took him down.
Then it was a pile of bodies as the paramedics got to work. When the guy appeared again, he was strapped to a gurney, twitching, shouting, and spitting.
“You’re welcome.” Spade sighed, running a hand through her short hair. “Must be the night for assholes,” she muttered.
Kenton came up close beside her. “Guess it must.”
Her head turned toward him. Those amazing eyes narrowed. Huh. Kinda like golden fire staring right back at him.
“Who the hell are you?” someone snarled.
Kenton glanced away from Spade, and up. Damn. A big guy, both in height and width, with a grizzled gray beard and beady moss-green eyes.
“Chief, this here’s an FBI agent…” Her drawl thickened, deliberately, he was sure.
A grunt. “You the fool Lora had to pull out of the building?”
What was with these people? Weren’t firefighters supposed to be helpful and kind?
“What were you doing here?” the chief demanded, jabbing a thick finger toward him. “This is a known drug area, and it’s—”
“That’s why I was here.” Ah, bullshit. He could do it so well. “Investigation, you know. Classified—can’t discuss it with you.” His prey was getting away. An EMT shoved the screaming man into the back of the ambulance. Great. He already knew the guy was a runner. If the fellow made it to the hospital, he’d vanish long before emergency personnel got hold of him.
The chief turned away. “Long, Suvalis—get those hoses over here! We still got flames…”
“You are so full of crap.” Ah, this from the sweet-tongued Lora Spade.
He blinked at her. “Sorry, I’m suddenly feeling… a little woozy.” He rubbed his jaw. “Could be from the blow I took. I think, I–I think I need to get to the hospital.”
Kenton took a step away, his eyes already on that ambulance.
She touched his arm. He felt the heat of that touch right through the sleeve of his dress shirt. “What’s your name, GQ?”
“Kenton. Special Agent Kenton Lake.” So she felt the connection, too, that hot zip of attraction.
“Thanks. I needed your name since I’ll be reporting your actions to your boss at the Bureau.”
What? She was reporting him? She was the one who should be—
A siren screamed on. No, no, it can’t get away. “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” He broke into a run. No, don’t shut that door—“Wait!” The EMT glanced back. “I’m coming with you.” He dug out his mangled ID, waved it at the guy, then jumped inside.
As the door slammed shut behind him, Kenton tossed a hard grin at the man he suspected to be Louis Jerome, informer extraordinaire. “You didn’t think I’d miss our meeting, did you?”
That stopped the screaming.
“Uh, sir, you need to sit back—”
He shook his head, hard, and the EMT quieted. “Tell me what’s going on, Jerome. Tell me what’s happening with these fires, tell me why you called—”
“N-name’s… not… Jerome.” Hoarse. Either from the fire or from the screaming. “Larry. Larry… Powell. Don’t know… who the… fuck you are.”
Kenton’s body tensed. The words didn’t sound like a lie. Those eyes didn’t look like the guy was lying either. After so many years of tracking criminals, Kenton was good at finding the lies.
Kenton reached for his phone, but his pocket was empty. He must have dropped it during the fall. Dammit. He needed to run a check on this guy, Larry Powell.
Because if this wasn’t his informant…
Then where’s Jerome?
“Prick.” Lora Spade watched the ambulance pull away in a flash of lights and shook her head. Those Bureau boys always thought they ruled the world.
Okay, yeah, he had been hot, and not just because of the flames around him.
But still… a prick.
She glanced back at the building. They’d contained the fire, a damn good thing. In this part of Charlottesville, Virginia, the buildings were slammed right next to each other. The situation could have gone bad, too quickly.
“Spade!” Chief Frank Garrison roared her name. “Spade, get over here!”
The man rarely bothered using his radio. After all, why bother? Despite twenty-plus years of fighting fires, his lungs were plenty strong enough for good yells.
She hightailed it toward him. He’d stationed himself near the front of the smoking building, and his hands were in hamlike fists on his hips. A pose that she knew meant trouble.
“We got a damn body.” He spat on the ground. He did that when he was upset. She’d learned to watch her toes around him. “Or what’s left of one.”
Lora sucked in a sharp breath. A victim? But they’d done a primary and secondary sweep, they’d searched all possible rooms—and gotten the other two men out.
She adjusted her gear and followed the captain inside. Her boots pressed into the puddles on the floor and sank into the ash.
They went down two winding hallways and up one flight of stairs to the back of the building. Place was supposed to be empty. Giant “No Trespassing” signs were posted at the front. The building had been condemned.
But three victims had been inside.
Her heart slammed into her ribs and bile rose in her throat. Three victims.
And they’d only gotten two out.
Then she saw the door, or what was left of it. The fire had burned up most of the wood, and she could see the man, slumped inside.
Blisters and burns covered his body, but…
The smoke got to him first. The freaking unbelievable heat. Because the wounds weren’t enough to kill him.
What the hell? She inched closer. The guy was in some kind of closet. Two feet by four feet, why was he—
Then she saw the padlock. On the outside of the charred remains of the door. Still hanging on, despite the fire.
Left to die.
Her eyes met the captain’s, and she read the dark knowledge there.
The poor bastard never had a chance.
He liked to watch the fire. When it danced, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Sensual, like a lover.
The firefighters had battled his blaze with all their strength. But, in the end, the fire had won—and claimed her prize.
And, to make things interesting, he’d even gotten a bonus during the show. Two bonuses, really. Two more victims.
Like the fool who’d rushed in… He hadn’t counted on that. He’d underestimated the man.
But he’d been saved. So had the addict.
Not that they mattered. They weren’t really part of the game.
Well, not yet.
But they’d tasted the fire tonight. They wouldn’t soon forget that taste.
After all, you never forgot your first.
The smoke was in the wind. When he opened his mouth, he tasted it on his tongue.
She came out then. Jerking off her helmet. Pacing back and forth too quickly.
Ah, she found my body.
Lora Spade understood the game. Perhaps better than anyone else. She knew what he was doing.
Did she know why?
Tonight, the firefighters had lost. They hadn’t searched hard enough. Hadn’t responded fast enough.
The dead… he was on their hands. Her hands.
More bodies would come. Because when you fought the fire, you learned, fast, that the fire fought back.
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This is the second book in this serial killer trilogy. Serial arsonist. . .FBI Special Unit working with the Fire Dept. Hot sex and another great thriller from Ms Eden. A must read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 23, 2012
I read a ton of FBI style thrillers but this one had some unique twists. Hunting down a serial arsonist meant that the investigation was handled from a firefighter's perspective (something different)and from the first interaction on the lead female character is strong but still believeable. The romance is well, HOT! with the leading male being strong but not aggressive. I like that it draws back in some of the other characters from this series. I'm looking forward to reading more Cynthia Eden titles.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 15, 2011
Another great story from cynthia eden. My favorite was the first in this series (deadly fear) but this one was good as well. This author really knows how to build the suspense. Can't wait to read the next one and i hope it's not the last!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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I was actually able to read the first in this series,Deadly Fear, and I really enjoyed it. So I was expecting quite a bit from this one. I have to say I was not disappointed. Cynthia has an ability to really get into the head of a killer. And while her ability is sometimes a bit creepy, it makes for an awesome story!
I like that this story follows one of the characters from the first story. Although Kenton wasn't the main character in the first book he did play a part and so he was a "familiar face" so to speak. But in addition to the "old" characters Eden does a great job of adding new characters to the mix.
The story, like Deadly Fear, is a bit on the disturbing side. But it's a great read. This one really keeps you guessing. I actually had guessed who it was early in the story, but then other things kept happening and I changed my guess a few times. I love when a book does that.
This was also a very fast read. The writing style and pace of the story are done so well that I got so caught up in the story it only took me two sittings to finish the whole thing.
A review copy of this book was provided by the author. This is not a paid review and is a truthful and honest review.
Posted March 29, 2011
This series is great! I am really looking forward to reading the 3rd book in this series. They are full of mystery and romance. They never fail to keep you on the edge of your seat and you don' t want to put it down.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 21, 2011
Award-winning author Cynthia Eden writes paranormal romances and romantic suspense novels. She is currently very busy writing her stories for Grand Central Publishing and Kensington Brava. She has always wanted to write, and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters, vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories. Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology and Communication. Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. Other titles include: Eternal Hunter, Midnight Sins, and Hotter After Midnight.
Firefighter Lora Spade knows that her team is in over their heads. A serial arsonist has been targeting helpless victims, and now it's personal. Her lover and a fellow firefighter has died. Lora calls in the FBI's elite Serial Services Division to track the elusive killer. But when she pulls Special Agent Kenton Lake from a searing inferno, she's surprised by her immediate attraction to him. For the first time in six months, she begins to feel something other than vengeance. As their relationship heats up, so too does the increase in fires. Solving the case doesn't just mean putting a ruthless murderer behind bars, it mean saving their lives. because the only connection they can find between this guy, the victims, and the fires... is Lora herself.
This is book two in this SSD series, with Deadly Fear coming before, and Deadly Lies coming later this year. Though part of a series, these books are stand alone reads.
The only fault to find with the book was the primary and secondary characters use of stuttering in nervous or high-stress situations. After a bit, it lost its power for me.
I thought Deadly Fear was a get-in-your-head kind of story with the way the killer eliminated his victims. But this... Deadly Heat takes the cake. A guy who traps his victims and burns them alive has a special place in hell waiting for him, fiction or not. This killer and plot really gets to you, gets past that inner fear wall, and brings you down. I love romantic suspense's where the hero and heroine have a past also. It makes them more human, more real. The romance was as hot as the fire, just as it should be, and the secondary characters and setting added nicely to the story, enhancing the book. If you haven't read a Cynthia Eden book yet, you're truly missing out. Highly recommended.
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Posted February 1, 2011
Posted February 1, 2011
DEADLY HEAT by Cynthia Eden is a exciting,heart thumping romantic suspense set in present day Charottesville, VA. It is well written with depth,details,twists,turns,action packed,fast paced and a thrill a minute.It is the second in "THE DEADLY SERIES",Book One,"Deadly Heat",but can be read as a stand alone. It has romance,murder,SSD(Special Services Division) agents,FBI,firefighters,police,fires, sensuality,passion,lust, serial fire killer, a vicious killer who is after the heroine,violence,strength,vulneralility and love. The hero, Kenton, is a SSD agent, FBI,sexy,handsome, strong, and determined to find the serial fire killer. The heroine, Lora, is beautiful, independent, sexy, a firefighter, has a passion for fires and is the one who called in the SSD. When first she and Kenton meet it is sparks at first sight.Lora pulls Kenton out of a blazing fire. The sparks between them build into an inferno full of passion,lust and just plain sex. Together, they must find this serial killer,for he is right under their noses. Kenton pulls in the rest of the elite team to SSD agents to help find this killer. When Kenton realizes the killer is actually after Lora,he is more than determined to find him. Will the love between them actually be their death?You MUST read this fast paced, heart thumbing, thrill a minute from the first sentence to the last story of fear, angst,love, violence,strength and vulnerability. I would highly recommend this book for all who enjoy fast paced,action packed,sensual stories of love and sacrifice.This is a MUST READ and A KEEPER.This book was received for the purpose of review from the publisher and details can be found at Forever,an imprint of Grand Central Publishing and My Book Addiction and More. ** Coming in March 2011: Book Three in The Deadly Series " Deadly Lies"**Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 31, 2011
Cynthia Eden delivers another stellar romance keeps the readers attention even long after finishing the book. Deadly Heat is powerfully charged and super sexy, which make for a hot combination. Kenton and Lora are the new "it" couple if you ask me and I wouldn't be surprised if this book were turned into a movie.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 16, 2011
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Kenton Lake is a very Special Agent with the FBI and he gave the orders and directed the crime scene. But when he collides with Firefighter Lora Spade the tables are turned and she is the one pulling him from the burning building with no respect for his authority or federal status. That was alright because she is the one that called the FBI in because she is the only one who believes they have a serial arsonist at work here in her town of Charlottesville. Lora doesn't let anyone mess with her people especially when one of the firefighters she loved had been a casualty of this crazy person.
The more time Kenton spends with Lora the more he sees the depth of her passion for the job and that is something they share along with an overwhelming desire to kiss her. This started from the moment he laid eyes on her and she feels the same way regardless of her denials. He moves in quick knowing she is going to run and when he does lock lips with her Lora surrenders to fears from the past and moves on to the future.
This is not an easy accomplishment since the arsonist known as the Phoenix keeps lighting up the night with fires that are designed to kill in a specific pattern but with no real consistency to his pattern which is unlike any other serial killer. This should be easy to solve but even when all the elite agents of the SSD Division of the FBI are called in no one can find the connection and there has to be a connection. They determine the profile but even after extensive interviews of potential suspects there is not one person that completely fits the description which allows this nightmare to go on.
With time running out and the Phoenix escalating his desire for destruction Lora and Kenton utilize every item at their disposal to find him and stop this. Before long they figure out what this crazy person is about and who in fact all this is targeted at which is even worse than either of them could imagine. Drawing them into his web of madness was the idea but can Kenton and Lora win the game when they are the ones with the targets on their back? But whatever happens at the end of this ordeal Kenton is determined to drive away the ghosts of the past that haunt Lora and be the man in her life today and for all the days that follow. They have both been lost and wandering around with ghosts of what happened before it is time to shed those and move on.
Lora and Kenton fight together from the beginning of this story and that is one of the many delights I discovered about this book. I don't mind the wait for a couple to get together but when the attraction is this strong from page one it is nice to have the story built around them as a couple and dealing with everything united but still trying to work out the details of the relationship. Ms. Eden knows how to write a book that keeps you guessing and not know until the end who is up to what and she is also very good at scaring you during the process. I am anxious for book that comes next.
Posted December 5, 2010
In Charlottesville, Virginia, FBI arson investigator Kenton Lake rushes into a burning building to save informer Larry Powell who he was to meet there. A firefighter uses force to make him leave; Lora Spade cannot understand the man's death wish. The firefighters rescue a man who is not the informer. They later find Larry's remains inside a padlocked area. Coroner Heather Jennings informs Kent that Larry was dead before the fire. Lora joins them and Kent identifies himself as Special Services Division who she asked to intercede when the county arson investigator Seth MacIntyre rejected her belief a serial arsonist was lighting the fires. Lora explains to GQ as she calls him the pattern is the culprit kills with the fire. Kent agrees with Lora's assessment.
Kent's chief Hyde sends top profiler Monica Davenport to assist. Hyde tells Seth that Kent is in charge. Monica believes a firefighter is the culprit as the person is extremely knowledgeable. Attracted to each other, Kent and Lora agree to meet at her house after work. They make love and he sees her fire scars. She says she sees Kent in bed with her and not her late lover who died in one of the fires. As the SSD team and Lora work the case, she and Kent fall in love, but disagree strongly as to who the killer could be.
The suspense grips the audience from the moment the brave strong lead couple meets within an inferno. The support cast, including the leads from the first SSD thriller Deadly Fear, plays key but diverse roles. Although the serial killer would have had to pull off an Academy Award performance to be in such plain sight and a major coincidence enables the culprit to continue to hide, readers will relish Cynthia Eden's strong romantic suspense.
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