After two years MMA champion Flint Garrison is back in her life and Mackenzie is terrified of the emotions he creates. She’s never stopped loving him and never forgot what he’d cost her. Their undercover mission to spend a week at Rowan House one of paranormal activity to discover why people are going missing. Forced to spend time together soon rekindle their affair, but when they are drawn into a parallel world where demon Terez rules their nightmare begins. Parted from Mackenzie they are hunted in the living forest, but Flint swears he won’t let her down again and begins the fight of his life.
Mackenzie blinked a tear away, drifting back to how she’d rubbed her hand over his shorn locks and how he’d kiss her knuckles, slowly, with a softness that was alien to him. Only with her had he shown that side, the sweet tenderness. Because Flint Garrison was one of the hardest bastards around. He had no manners, no care, and a cold arrogance. He would insult his seniors without a care in the world. His word was law.
She recalled with clarity how he’d lean over her, demanding she meet his desire, his beautiful eyes that reminded her of the Caribbean ocean fused with hers. The way he’d rest his forehead against hers seconds before he’d come, taking her body and soul.
Until that morning.
And everything had changed with the speed and viciousness of a tsunami. Anything that could be bad had been, it had tumbled down on her. That moment had been the last day of her life, Valentine’s Day. She shuddered at the image, the implication. A day for lovers.
Yeah, like fuck.
For Mackenzie, it was a day when she no longer lived, merely existed. Instead, she had developed a fearful hatred of men and that was how her nick name evolved, the ice queen. Mackenzie was aware she was a challenge to her colleagues, to every man she encountered. But never again would she give her heart, daren’t even share her body. She’d buried all memories, of the pain she’d gone through, the heartache, and thrown herself into her work.
Doing exactly what he’d forbidden her to do; Mackenzie had transferred out of The Firm in London and moved to its sister company up north. There she’d given up her desk job and switched to train as an undercover agent. Her once soft body, now hard due to the strict regime of exercise she put herself through. And at each assignment hadn’t cared whether she lived or died. Her heart ripped to pieces, she had no life, not anymore.
Mackenzie flicked those dark images to the side, dare not think about the past. Instead, she concentrated on the bitter, hardened man that loped past her. He hesitated for a second and turned. Again, she had the strong feeling he knew she was there and dropped down into her seat, crouching like the coward she was. Then breathed a shivery sigh as he continued down the aisle. She followed his shaking ass, all the way up to the ring, where he leapt in and swivelled around. His hands raised, he appeased and welcomed the crowd. God, he was an arrogant bastard.
Yet she couldn’t tear her gaze from him.
His torso bare, the two lightening tattoos zipped across his stomach, darting down to his crotch, his one arm a sleeve of colour, the other a name on his forearm. And she blinked, wiping at the tremulous tears. Again, she recalled the day he’d had it done, at his cheeky smile as he’d showed her. And his words.
“You’re mine, lady, forever.” He’d tapped at her name inked on his skin. “This proves it. You belong to me.”
The lying bastard.