Between the Devil and the Sea (The Devil and the Sea #1)

by Chani Lynn Feener

His hair was the shade of mahogany, shiny and soft in appearance. He wanted to run his fingers through it. Wanted to wrap his hand around his neck and see how hard he could squeeze before those pretty hazel eyes bulged out of the detective's head.

He smelled fantastic too, the brine of ocean spray and moss.

“There you go, get angry. Are you mad that your neck looks like it was made to have my hand around it?

“I told you,” he repeated, “you’re different.” “Different how?” “I stalked you. I hunted them. There’s a difference.”