Jamie Kincaid is the quintessential good girl. She does everything that's asked of her and what's she's supposed to do. Her life is moving along swimmingly until her young, adolescent eyes lock onto Dillon Gaynor. He's as bad as she is good and he knows it. He's brooding, tough and as Alpha as they come. Like any bad boy he's Kryptonite to the good girl and Jamie can't stay away. One night after her date stood her up, her cousin Nate invites her out with him and Dillon. She tags along, thinking she can handle it, but she quickly realizes she's in way over her head. Defiantly, she asks Dillon if he wants to make out. He laughs and declines, telling her, "I don't make out, I f***." She's shocked all the way to her good girl soul. Later that evening, things unravel and it becomes a night that will haunt both Jamie and Dillon for years to come. In fact, twelve years later, Jamie is still hiding from herself while Dillon is still running. Unfortunately, Nate finds him and the two hook up again, partying like the old days. Then police inform Jamie and her mother that Nate had been killed in Dillon's home, while Dillon was downstairs. Jamie's mother is heartbroken and sends her after him to get answers. She goes to please her mother, once again certain she can handle the confrontation. Well this time Dillon isn't about to let her go without a fight and he plans to fight dirty. He traps her in his home and slowly seduces her out of her mind. Both of them share a wild, new passion and the eerie sensation that they are being watched. Someone or something is stalking them. Dillon has his suspicions, but he doesn't share them with Jamie, until things spiral out of control and someone ends up dead. In a panic, he sends her back to her mother but Jamie has begun to solve the mystery for herself and heads out to face the ghosts of the past alone. Dillon realizes what she is doing too late and can only race after her, hoping that this time he can save her.

Anne Stuart has created another gripping, taut mystery that has a touch of the paranormal. There is a brooding, haunting quality to the story that reminds one of the mysterious film noirs of the thirties and forties. Dillon isn't what he seems, he's mysterious and quiet, watchful and ever present. He's not the fairy tale prince a young teenage girl would romanticize about. He's the gritty, dirty lover a grown woman fantasizes about late at night. The type of man that only Anne Stuart can write. Jamie is a little dull, she's not as interesting as Dillon but one could hardly blame the poor girl. She holds her own against him for the most part, but she's got a lot of hidden angst that's a little tiring and her devotion to her mother and cousin is a trifle overdone, but it's necessary for the plot.

I highly recommend Into The Fire for a glimpse of Dillon alone. He's fascinating and mysterious and you'll remember him long after you've finished reading.