“The police are not ruling out the possibility that they have discovered the lair of a serial killer…”
It was the stuff of nightmares. One that Crissy could say she had survived and she was the only one out of a dozen women who could claim so. That didn't mean she hadn't gotten away unscathed, physically, and mentally. Being held prisoner for days and repeatedly beaten and raped hadn't even been the worst of it. No, the worst of it was losing the one man she'd trusted to help her recover. Now as a single parent, she’d headed down the coast to look for some peace of mind. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that trouble would follow her.
Brock could never forget that fateful night he'd found the broken woman in the locked container. The fear and gratefulness in her haunting blue eyes would stay with him forever. As would knowing that it had been his partner who had tortured the woman along with a dozen more unfortunate souls. That knowledge had led him down a path of never trusting anyone again. But when he found out that someone was now threatening the blue-eyed beauty once more, he knew that he would have to do something drastic to save not only her but mend what was broken in himself.