她一开始就注意到他，不仅是因为他高大的身躯， 最主要的是他所散发出来的气势，既有如帝王般的磅礴， 又有如魔鬼撒旦的魅惑。而很快地，她的直觉得到证实，他果然来意不善。 他曾经是这个家的一份子，是这个家的灵魂。 如今他在多年无消息后，回来索取原该属于他的那份产业。 但这才只是他回来的目的之一，他最主要的目的却是要复仇， 要让黑家剩余的另两个人为当年种下的恨果付出代价。 她并不知道当年的恩怨，但她的直觉告诉她， 他是个危险人物，而躲避是最安全的方法。 然而她却无法抗拒他所存在的诱惑，当他攻破她的防线， 虽然他复仇对象不是她，也绝无意伤害她。 但复仇的怨恨蒙蔽了他的眼睛，迷乱了他的理智。 他宁可让自己的心陪着滴血，也不肯放弃报仇的意念。 因为报仇是他的第一职志。 而且，他怀疑她的爱不过是份虚伪的假装，她会毁在他的复仇计下吗？ 人人都认为‘爱’可以改变一切，只要心中充满爱， 敞开胸怀去接受或付出爱，那这世界将会变得多么美好， 不再有杀伐之声充塞于天地之间，而化暴戾为祥和。 但是心中充满复仇火花的他，能接受这份爱吗？

One full moon a month was bad enough, Sheriff Jackson Brody thought sourly; two should be outlawed. Nature's rule of survival of the fittest had been all but negated by humans, with advances in modern medicine and the generally held view that all life was worth saving, with the result that there were a lot of very weird, and/or stupid people out there, and they all seemed to surface during a full moon. He was not in a good mood after working a car acci?dent on a county road. As sheriff, his duties were not sup?posed to include working wrecks, but damned if every full moon he didn't find himself doing exactly that. The county was small and poor, mostly rural, and couldn't afford the number of deputies he needed, so he was always juggling schedules anyway. Add the madness of a full moon to an understaffed department, and the problems multiplied.

It was going to snow. The sky was low and flat, an ominous purplish gray that blended into and obscured the mountaintops, so that it was difficult to tell where the earth stopped and the sky began. The air had a sharp, ammonia smell to it, and the icy edge of the wind cut through Hope Bradshaw's jeans as if they were made of gauze instead of thick denim. The trees moaned under the lash of the wind, branches rustling and whip?ping, the low, mournful sound settling in her bones. She was too busy to stand around staring at the clouds, but she was nevertheless always aware of them hovering, pressing closer. A sense of urgency kept her moving, checking the generator and making sure she had plenty of fuel handy for it, carrying extra wood into her

Dying To Please Chapter 1 THE CEILING FAN STOPPED. Sarah Stevens was so accustomed to the slight whirring noise of the fan that the lack of it immediately awakened her. She cracked open one eye and peered at her digital clock, but there weren't any bright red numerals shining back at her. She blinked in sleepy confusion, then realized what was wrong. The electricity had gone off. Oh, great. She rolled over onto her back, listening. The night was quiet; there was no rumble of thunder to signal a violent spring storm in the vicinity, which would have explained the loss of power. She didn't close the curtains at night, since her rooms faced the back where the grounds had privacy fencing, and through her bedroom windows she could see the faint gleam of starlight. Not only was it not raining, the sky wasn't even cloudy. Maybe a transformer had blown. Or an auto accident might have taken down a utility pole. Any number of things could have caused the power outage.