Whispers of the Devil

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me.

Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows.

But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste.

The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex.

And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical.

I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too.

He has me, too.

For better or worse.

'Til death...

Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.