Roxanne Howell's life in Sweetwater is about to change in ways she can't imagine.

An E.R. nurse to this quaint little corner of paradise tucked away in East Texas, Roxanne knows just about everything and everyone in Sweetwater, a town without equal in the South. But her knowledge of everyone in town has left her with a profoundly boring love life. Aching for a spark to kindle a fire deep inside, Roxanne's world is about to be turend upside down when a mysterious stranger makes his way into town.

Julian Greer is a stranger with no business in Sweetwater.

At least, that's what it seems like when Julian Greer shows up in the E.R. with wounds all over him and no good explanation for any of them. Determined to get to the bottom of this, Roxanne stays by his side as he recovers. But there's something different about Julian and the extent of his injuries, something wild. And as Roxanne helps him towards recovery, she'll discover that the wildness in Julian is more than what meets the eye--it's a wildness that she can't quite put her finger on.

A wildness that she can't quite enough of.

Something foul and terrible is about to fall upon the innocent town of Sweetwater

When an unforseen series of events leaves Roxanne with more questions than answers, when her curiosity for the handsome stranger transforms into a feral passionate desire, when stories meant to frighten children start bleeding into the real world, Roxanne will find herself caught in the midst of a struggle that she has no hopes of understanding, no hopes of winning--a struggle where her only chance of getting to the bottom of it all is to put her trust in the handsome and mysterious Julian Greer.

EXCERPT

Julian led her to a bench and sat down beside her. She found herself leaning into him, and when he put his arm around her shoulders, she felt a wave of exhilaration. That pull was back, and strong. She turned to look up at him, found his face already turned towards hers. “Hi,” she said.

He didn't smile this time. His eyes were intense, dark with desire, and very full. His hand caressed her cheek, his fingers tracing her cheekbone, and he leaned down towards her. “Hello,” he whispered in the moment before his lips brushed over hers.