Unity Brooks can't believe her eyes when she discovers evidence of illegal transactions in the company books. She presents the evidence to her supervisor, who listens attentively and even provides her with a comforting cup of coffee. Imagine her embarrassment when she wakes half-naked and bound in the arms of Aquila Johnson, the accountant auditing the books.
After spending a stunning night with Unity, Quill is puzzled when she drops out of sight. His employer sends him home to investigate a case nearby until the media finds other scandals to focus on. When the two cases collide and Unity's life is threatened, they learn that sharing secrets is the safest way to stay alive.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Winter Hearts by Anny Cook
The big raccoon scurried along a dim trail through the dark woods. Dawn was coming soon and he needed to be home before then.
Quill? Where are you, boy?
The raccoon snorted. In the woods along Stonycreek Road. I'm coming! Bustling along, he ignored the intriguing scents and small rustling noises around him. He came to the crossing and paused long enough to check for cars. That would be a sad way to go.
Quill! Momma says you better get your butt in gear! If it gets much later, old Amos Ingersoll will get you with his shotgun for sure.
Not if he morphs into a bull like last time, his sister Ellie suggested slyly.
Quill huffed in disgust. Not likely. I had to spend the whole day in the field staring at his cows while he tried to figure out where a strange bull came from. I don't have time for that today. I'm supposed to take Momma Christmas shopping this afternoon. And then tonight is the party to decorate the tree. He scuttled across the road and dived into the woods on the other side as a car sped around the bend and slammed to a stop on the narrow dirt shoulder. Curious, he peeked out through the dead foliage and watched as two men alighted, opened the trunk and removed a large bundle wrapped in black plastic. His nose twitched at the unmistakable stink of death.
The men hurriedly carried it into the suddenly silent woods on the other side of the road. While they were gone, the back door of the car eased open. A woman crawled out onto the road, holding onto the car for balance for a moment. Then still hunched over, she staggered drunkenly into the woods yards away from the clump of bushes where Quill was hidden.
A crash in the brush across the road was followed by a shout. The woman started up and stumbled headlong into the trees, with the men in hot pursuit. In silent fluid motion, Quill morphed into a large black jaguar and slinked after them with deadly purpose.
Quill, where are you? Pentecost Jericho demanded with authority. Quill couldn't ignore a query from his pa but his reply was hurried and brief. Following a couple of strangers through the south woods on Stonycreek Road. They're chasing a woman. I think she's hurt. She escaped from their car while they dumped a body in the north woods. If I can, I'm going to see if I can't get her away from them.
What are you goin' to do? Change and pop up under her nose, stark naked? Pentecost demanded impatiently.
If I have to.