Haunted

Keaton

Son of a serial killer. That would have been my legacy if I hadn’t joined the FBI and moved to the small college town in Huntington, West Virginia. Being a federal agent was never in my crosshairs. Neither was falling for the down-on-her-luck beauty I found living out in her car. Yet both felt as natural as breathing.

Henley was my chance to live a life I didn’t think I deserved. So when history started repeating itself, bringing my haunted past precariously close to threatening our future, I closed ranks around her.

I’d walk through the fiery gates of hell if it meant keeping her safe. Too bad I didn’t realize she’d have to walk beside me.