Pretty Little Thing

By Jenika Snow

Fiona isn’t alone in the woods.

When an unseen predator stalks her during one of her field expeditions, Fiona’s only hope is that a man named Landon, one that lives isolated high in the mountains and keeps to himself, will help her.

It isn’t until she is alone with Landon, safe for the time being in his cabin, that she realizes she has an undeniable sexual attraction to him. As she lets her inhibitions go and gives herself to him, she learns there is something deadly wrong with him, something that she has only read about in fables.

Has she just walked into her stalker's arms, or is she running from the only man who could save her life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Sep 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781771301114

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Copyright© 2012 Jenika Snow

ISBN: 978-1-77130-111-4

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Marie Medina

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

A little danger never hurt anyone. This is for you and all those times you broke the rules.

PRETTY LITTLE THING

Romance on the Go

Jenika Snow

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

Fiona ran as hard as her legs would carry her. She regretted wearing shorts and a tank because her flesh was beat to hell. Another branch snapped across her thigh, causing Fiona to bite her lip in pain. She could not cry out, not when it was so close. She knew it was toying with her, because it could have easily caught her by now. She was so tired, but she could not slow down.

She turned her head left and right, trying to find the cabin. She knew it was here, had seen it a thousand times in passing. Another branch scraped her cheek and she did cry out that time. Run faster, harder.

There it was, just in the distance. She forced herself to move more quickly. The feel of its hot, humid breath on the back of her legs gave her that little bit of extra strength she needed.

Help! Fiona screamed, praying it was loud enough for him to hear. Please God, please let him hear me. Like a beacon of light from heaven, the front door opened and there he stood. She could have cried in happiness if not for the fact a growl right behind her let her know her pursuer wouldn’t give up.

He stepped off the porch and she flew into his arms. She cried hysterically into his chest, just waiting for the pain of death to take her away.

It didn’t come.

What happened? Are you okay?

She could hear and understand him, but she couldn’t form any words to respond. All she could do was shake her head over and over again and mumble incoherently into his shirt. Fiona was aware that they were no longer outside when she heard the crackle from a fire and smelled cinnamon. Her heart beat so fast she was surprised it hadn’t broken through her chest. When he started slowly helping her to stand, Fiona gripped onto him tighter.

Shhh, you’re safe, you’re safe.

Was she? She still felt like she was running, fighting to survive. As her pulse started to slow and her breathing took on a more natural speed, Fiona forced herself to loosen her death grip on him. He took