FBI agent, Eden Collins is going
home... to catch a killer. Fans of Audey Harte’s It Takes One and Kendra Elliott's Bone Secrets
series, will devour The Devil’s Daughter, the fast-paced and suspenseful first book,
in the Hidden Sins series by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.
The
Devil’s Daughter
Hidden Sins #1
Katee Robert
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 24, 2017
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Growing
up in a small town isn’t easy, especially when you’re the daughter of a local
cult leader. Ten years ago, Eden Collins left Clear Springs, Montana, and never
once looked back. But when the bodies of murdered young women surface, their
corpses violated and marked with tattoos worn by her mother’s followers, Eden,
now an FBI agent, can’t turn a blind eye. To catch the killer, she’s going to
have to return to the fold.
Sheriff
Zach Owens isn’t comfortable putting Eden in danger, even if she is an elite
agent. And he certainly wasn’t expecting to be so attracted to her. As calm and
cool as she appears, he knows this can’t be a happy homecoming. Zach wants to
protect her—from her mother, the cult, and the evil that lurks behind its
locked gates. But Eden is his only key to the tight-lipped group, and she may
just be closer to the killer than either one of them suspects…
“This is stupid. Get out of
the car. Get out of the car right now.”
She threw her body into
motion, half-afraid that if she didn’t force herself to move, she’d sit there
until someone decided to report her for being creepy. Who am I kidding? The
people in this place are just as likely to knock on the window and ask me
if I need any help.
The fall air had a little
bite to it, and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Home.
No. It’s not home. It’ll
never be home again.
She’d made a life for
herself in the FBI, and if she didn’t have much in the way of
roots . . . Well, she’d left the possibility of roots behind
when she left Clear Springs. Most days it didn’t even bother her that much. She
was doing good in the world, using her nontraditional childhood to give her an
edge that had helped her make a name for herself over the last six years in the
cult division. She was Eden Collins, FBI agent. She wasn’t that scared little
girl. Not anymore.
One step at a time, she
made her way into the police station. She’d half expected it to be a whirl of
motion, with people rushing here and there, trying to come to terms with the fact
that death had touched their small town. But there was no one in the room
except a man sitting behind the desk in the corner, glaring at the phone on his
desk.
Zach Owens.
The golden boy of Clear
Springs in every sense. His blond hair was still cropped short, hearkening back
to his days as a marine, and his body was obviously well taken care of. This
wasn’t a man who’d let his years working in a sleepy little town turn him soft.
While Zach took her in, she
conducted her own perusal. She’d never met him personally, but she knew him by
reputation and pieces of information stolen via eavesdropping. He’d gone off to
war a boy and come back a man with shadows in his eyes. Or maybe she was just
seeing him with rose-tinted glasses, the tragic figure representing everything
she’d never have. Acceptance. Loyalty. The love of the people here.
Something like jealousy
curled through her stomach. It was silly and childish and she was better than
that, but it was hard not to resent someone who so obviously fit. Eden
had done a bit of traveling since she’d turned eighteen and run as far and fast
as she could from her mother, but she’d never found a place that was well and
truly hers.
He caught sight of her and
narrowed his eyes. “Can I help you?”
Being pinned in place by
those blue eyes made her second-guess the intelligence of her plan yet again.
It didn’t matter. He needed her help, even if he didn’t know it yet. She
stepped forward. “I’m here about the body.”
New York Times and USA TODAY
bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s
knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not
writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends
her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty
with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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