ISBN: 0-9767634-9-4
Publisher: Primrose Books
Release date: February 2007
Pages: 324
eBook price: $3.99


A  year after tragically losing her husband, a young woman tries to rebuild her life. Upon her arrival at Ravenwood, the farm left to her by her grandparents near the Suwannee River, she finds her sanctuary is rife with secrets and danger and a few people want her gone. What waits for her in the darkness makes her wish she was. Then she meets a man who stirs her senses and lays claim to her heart. Now she’s wondering which is worse. What lurks undercover of darkness or the man who demands her soul.

Excerpt from  Undercover of Darkness
As she shut off the engine of her truck, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. He came out of the same bushes where he’d disappeared into the last time she’d seen him. He wore a black tee shirt that clung to his body, the sleeves rolled up reminiscent of the fifties. His black jeans fit his thighs like he’d been poured into them. And the midnight hair that she wanted to run her fingers through curled over his forehead in unruly waves. She hadn’t noticed how devastatingly handsome he’d been before. But she did now. Until she reached his eyes. And those, she remembered well. His face was just as hard. His mouth just as rigid. His anger just as wild and raging.

“I don’t have time to play nice, I’ve got too many other things to do and you’ll just be in my way.” He walked up to her and bent his head toward her until his nose nearly met hers. “I don’t need any interference from you or anyone. I’ve come too far for you to ruin what I’ve accomplished. It’s all I need to have someone like you poking their nose in something that doesn’t concern them.” He drew away now, his mouth drawn down into a cruel line in his face. “I’ve had enough from do-gooders like you who can only see two inches in front of their faces and not a damn thing that goes on around them.”

Stephanie looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Well, excuse the hell out of me but I happen to own this place. If anything, it’s you who better get their ass off the premises or I’ll have you charged with trespassing.” She’d be damned if she’d look away, no matter how hard it was to keep her eyes locked on his. He disturbed her in more ways than she cared to think about. There was a latent violence simmering just below the surface that was a little unsettling.

Batiste snarled a curse. “You don’t belong here in this place, fancy pants. Go back to the big city where you’ll be pampered and won’t get your lily white hands dirty.”

She was seething, moving forward until their toes met. “Has anyone ever told you what a dickhead you are?”

He smiled coldly. “Not lately.” He lifted his head sharply then said, “if you are, though, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

She threw her arms into the air and let them fall to her sides and backed away. “How can one man be so damn obstinate and infuriating!”

Batiste bore down on her, reminding Stephanie of a panther on the prowl. He bared his teeth and glared down into her face. “Do yourself a favor and follow my advice before anything happens to you. This place is not the same as you left it.”

She sucked in her breath at the threatening look in his eyes and moved backward. She hit the post where a protruding nail pricked her skin through her shirt. That was enough to straighten her spine. “I don’t take kindly to threats, Batiste,” she hissed through clenched teeth. She’d be damned if he was going to terrorize her in packing up and hitting the road. “It would be in your best interest to leave here and not come back. You’re not wanted or needed here and I believe you’re overstepping your bounds to suggest otherwise.”

“There’s stuff going on here you don’t want to know about!” he shouted, sending her a look of venomous proportions. “Your property has lain vacant so long that you have no idea what’s going on right under your nose.” To emphasize his words, he tapped her on her right temple with a fingertip. “There are no ivory towers here. No iron fences or brick walls to keep out the predators.”

His words, however, only served to send her into a boiling rage. She poked him in the chest. “I can take care of myself, slick. I don’t need you to tell me what’s going on. I’ll find out in my own good time. Get this through your head.” She stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes and glared up at him. “I am not leaving. I am here to stay.”

She watched in fascination as his nostrils flared and the muscles in his jaw worked furiously. It didn’t matter she wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.

“What’s the use,” he snarled, then started walking away.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“As far away from you as I can get,” he ground out. “It’s your ass.”

“Yes, it is and you need to remember that,” she flung back.

He swung back, his face so lined with rage it was turning a peculiar color. His hands were clenched at his sides. Keeping them there instead of reaching out and throttling Stephanie Easton was a test of his inner strength. “I surely will. I have my own agenda and taking care of a spoiled woman is not on it.”

Stephanie began to sputter, so outraged that for a moment she couldn’t speak. “For your information, I’m not spoiled. I’m an ordinary woman with her feet firmly planted in the ground. I know full well where I come from so if you have issues with that, well, that’s your problem, not mine.”

“And, I know where I come from. I come from here, from this piece of dirt that my mother and father tired to making a living on. Issues? Yeah, you’re damn straight, I’ve got issues. You haven’t been back for how long? So, that makes you an expert on what goes on around here?”

He made a good point there, she thought. Since high school, she’d rarely visited. But that didn’t mean her heart wasn’t here. And, if she remembered the information Cameron had given her, neither had he.

“So we both have issues,” she stated grimly. “Believe me when I say I’m here to stay. You’ll have to accept that we’re going to be neighbors and deal with it. You stay on your side of the boundary lines and I’ll stay on mine.” She gave him a mutinous glare. “So, that said, you need to be on your way to do whatever is on your agenda. I have a priority list of my own and you are definitely not on it.”

Batiste gave her an odd look. For a moment, he wanted to be on her list. He shrugged that unwanted notion away and tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. “I suppose you think this is all so sexy and feminine. You standing here taking on the big bad man and all.” His smile was deadly. “You’ve got balls. I’ll give you that. Not many men would. Some seem to think I’m a dangerous man, that I wouldn’t think twice about shoving a knife in their gut or laying their throat open with my fine thin stiletto that I carry. Those men know when to back off and you’ll learn a very valuable lesson if you follow their lead.” For effect, he slowly pulled his knife from his pocket and touched the button, releasing the deadly blade that lay within. “Know what I mean?”

She was not going to give him the pleasure of seeing how frightened she was. She didn’t like knives, didn’t like weapons of any kind. “Put your toy away, Batiste. Your tactics aren’t going to work with me.”

He only smiled. One that was cold and deadly. One that told her she was treading on dangerous ground. “They aren’t tactics. Around here, it’s the way of things. A way of life.” He raked his gaze over her, traveling downward, lingering before making his way back up and meeting her eyes. “You just might due after all, Miss Stephanie,” he said smoothly, turning his back and disappearing into the trees.

She watched him go as she climbed the steps to the porch, pondering what made up a man like Colton Batiste. She closed her eyes and breathed in the rustic smell of moisture-laden air. As she opened them again, leaves stirred from an approaching storm. She liked afternoons like this, the rumbling of thunder and rain falling off the roof. She settled into a rocking chair and waited. As the promised rain fell, she mulled over her altercation with Batiste, kicking off her shoes and wiggled her toes. Curling her legs beneath her, she pulled her braid apart with her fingers, relaxing, letting the afternoon’s squall soothe her.

Eyes closed, she let a sigh of contentment escape her lips as the rain ceased and the sun came out again, ready to dry up the water with its rays. She was too immersed in the first inner peace she’d felt in a long time to notice she was no longer alone. She screamed when warm fingers touched her skin.

“There’s more I have to say,” Batiste said huskily, water dripping off his hair that had been finger-combed into place without results.

It dropped onto her skin, leaving small pools of droplets with each movement of his head. His black shirt, now soaked from the brief shower, clung to him, outlining his form, defining his form muscular chest. Stephanie watched in fascination … until she met his eyes that gleam with hazard glints of fire.

“I don’t think you understand how dangerous it is for a woman alone.” He shook his head and drops of water went flying, reminding her of a dog flinging off excess water off his coat.

“I can take care of myself, Batiste.”

He flicked his eyes over her insolently then slapped a hand on each wrist splayed across the wide rocker arms then bent his head until she felt his breath on her skin. “You couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag.”