When the evidence doesn’t add up, follow your heart
“My name is Aya Bedel. I have killed before. I will kill again.”
Detective Will Speedman knows guilt when he sees it. And the delicate, dark-eyed pixie sitting before him in the interrogation room doesn’t look strong enough to have overpowered and murdered a string of women.
Yet Aya knows grisly details about the killings that haven’t been made public. And something about her sinful shape reaches deep into his primal core and yanks. Hard.
Aya has been having increasingly gruesome visions over the past few weeks. Not only does she witness the murders, she feels the victims’ flesh beneath her fingers, feels their last breath caressing her face. She must confess or go mad.
As time runs short, Will’s superiors demand answers. Aya’s only hope for salvation rests in the desire glowing in Will’s eyes and his seductive touch that draws clues from her subconscious.