Description What can a man hope for when he’s spent the first sixteen years of his life forced to witness some of the most heinous murders ever committed?When Cord Archer first meets Mattie Rayne, her smile heats him like the summer sun, bleaching him clean. Nothing else matters except to make her his. Before he can do that, his conscience compels him to explain why he entered an institution at age sixteen and spent five years learning to read, write, and function in mainstream society.Upon learning that Cord is the son of a notorious psychopathic serial-killer, Mattie realizes how miraculous it is that he survived, much less made it all the way back from crazy. The knowledge only makes her love him more. Just when it would seem Cord is finally about to know love, two phenomenally staggering events irrevocably change the course of his life. First, a sociopath becomes fixated on him. Next, his daddy escapes from prison with the sole intent of tracking him down. Now, anyone in Cord’s life is at risk because the only thing deadlier than a psychopath is the random unpredictability of a sociopath. God help the man who has to contend with both.Reader Alert! At eighteen, Mattie Rayne has no idea what it means to be sexually and sensually fulfilled… until she meets Cord Archer. While she’s an innocent, her body responds to Cord with an ancient cellular wisdom. Now, no one but Cord can satisfy her. To My Readers: When I first sat down to write this story, I intended it to be all about the glorious west. The immense Montana sky. The courageous, driving predilection the American cowboy has for the open-range. Yet, what came out was a gritty, teeth-clenching, dark story about a man who was so abused for the first sixteen years of his life, I almost stopped writing… until I realized this story epitomizes the unstoppable nature of love, and underscores our phenomenally remarkable ability as human beings to overcome any obstacle.About the Author: I've always believed that writing women’s fiction and romance is a little like cooking. First, I like to lay my hero and heroine out gently on a well-oiled surface, take some seasoning up in my hands and smooth it into them until they’re so flavorful they’re ready to pop. Then I let them steep awhile in a nice marinade. When they're at their most succulent, sometimes I'll put them in a slow-cooking oven and turn them over and over, and other times I'll toss them on a blazing grill to sizzle. Either way, at some point in the story, they are going to devour each other! I started writing romance in 2010 for two reasons… because I believe in the indescribable ecstasy of romance, and because I want to give readers an experience that provides an escape, lightens the dark, and helps them believe in the luminous, unstoppable nature of love. And so my philosophy has become ‘love is unstoppable’.My muses are many, including my two cats, Tasha and TalleAnna, and my dog, a bijon-shitsu named Calais. Before I began my writing career, I worked in business and education for many years, and hold a doctorate in a human behavior-related field. People intrigue me. I guess that’s why I love to write about them.I love early mornings with a steaming cup of coffee, long walks, late night conversations with laughter, wine, great food, and good friends. And my favorite? Deep, long, intense kisses that make a woman remember what it means to be a woman!ExcerptCord’s guts bled fear. He hoped to God the bolt in that old barn wall would hold as Archer wrenched at the rusted shackles around his wrists like a savage. “If you go through with this, you better hope they pull the lever this time, boy,” the older man snarled. “Last time you tried to turn me in, I got off on a technicality. You remember what happened after that? How I tracked you down?”Panic spiraled as Archer’s threats wedged themselves in Cord’s ears. He struggled to loosen the rope around one of the girls’ wrists. The girl cowered and kicked o