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Welcome to the third book of the Sisters of Silverwood!

Available from Extasy Books on July 1, 2008

Fiona has the gift of finding. She can find anything, money, keys,...humans. She offers her services to local authorities who are looking for a child who has wandered away from its parents.

The little girl is fine when Fiona finds her, but Fiona is also firmly caught in a trap set to lure her in.

Join Fiona in her bid to free herself and the knight in dark armor (fine, he's naked, but who is looking) who was trapped with her, while she tries to find out what the HELL IS GOING ON!

Excerpt:

Waking up was hard to do. Every muscle in her body was screaming. Fiona raised her head and groaned. Either she was still in a cave or she had gone blind.

“Stay still. That electric shock is a bitch.”

The voice was not the one pretty boy had used. This one was different, exhausted and far lower in pitch. “So, what are you in for?” Her voice cracked, but it had the desired effect.

He laughed, “Same as you. A pawn in Baenwik’s plan.”

“Is that his name?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No. Like most men, he was all zap and run. Are we still in the cavern?” It was hard to see anything. There was no lighting at all.

“Deeper in the tunnels than you were. How are you feeling?”

“Stiff, sore, but otherwise intact, I think.” A quick inventory of her body parts let her know she was in one piece. One aching piece.

“Good.” Silence fell.

“What’s your name? You obviously know mine.”

“ Ander . Ander Limon , at your service.”

A small clink clued her into another fact. Ander was chained to something. “How long have you been down here, Ander ?” She was carefully feeling around her area. She was sitting on a pallet of some kind and, when she turned her hands to frisking herself, she almost crowed in triumph. Her safety vest was gone as was her search-issued flashlight, but her personal wind-up flashlight was still tucked into her sock. So was her hunting knife. Yippee. She left the knife where it was, but started to crank up the flashlight immediately.

“What the hell is that?”

“A flashlight that doesn’t need batteries.” She finished the fifteen cranks and shone the light into the darkness around her. She was indeed on a small bed and there was one snag she hadn’t counted on, the bed was on a tower of rock surrounded by a pit. The distance from the tower to the edge of the pit was more than ten feet. She would never be able to jump it on her own. “Son of a bitch.”

“Yes, Baenwik certainly is that.”

She swung the light toward Ander’s voice and gasped as she saw his dark hair matted with blood and his arms spread to shackle them to the wall over twelve feet away.

“Not in my eyes please.”

She moved the beam of light to survey his body and there was a lot of it to see. He was naked. As the light caressed his groin, she jerked guiltily and moved the light to examine his feet instead. “Sorry about that.”

“Doesn’t bother me. Look all you like.”

He was smiling. She could hear it in his voice.

“He’s coming. If you want to keep the flashlight, hide it.”

Scrambling, she flicked it off and hid it down the back of her jeans. She left her shirt untucked to hide the bulk. Her shirt had just settled into place when light flooded into the room and pretty boy stood on the other side of the chasm.

Completely naked. That was obvious as the light was coming from him. Without clothing to block the effect, he was truly a beautiful sight to behold. And he was also the psycho that had lured her, stunned her and dropped her on a tower of rock with a precipice only a few feet from her hand. She wasn’t falling for his obvious charms.

Plus, if she was completely honest, Ander was much more her type, and better endowed. As pretty as the psycho was, standing across from her, he had still kidnapped a child and shackled Ander to a wall to achieve his goal. Nutcase.