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PROLOGUE

Summer, 1997

Sarah was everything he wanted, everything he had dreaht of her until she turned eighteen, ignored his rising lust each tinored the little voice in his head that said she was still too young Much too young for what he needed from her

But how could he resist her any longer? His body ached for her, his cock throbbed with a constant erection, his hands itched to stroke her silken skin He was starving for the touch, the taste of her, and could no longer deny himself the pleasure he kneould find in it

So, he watched and he waited, planning just the right tiht way to draw her to hiolden brown eyes, the flush that mounted her cheeks when she looked at him The way her hands trembled and her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breathing

And he knehen she left the party after receiving his note to search the shadows of the house for him, that she needed him, too

“Sarah?” He moved from where he hid as she stepped hesitantly toward him “Where’s your shadow?”

Mark Tate had been daet rid of

“Mark?” She bit her lip nervously, glancing back at the corner of the house as though afraid the other man would suddenly appear “He went off to the barn with so hiht of the full moon “He’s just a friend, Brock”

Mark wanted to be more Brock was determined he wouldn’t be

“I was afraid you wouldn’t co the warmth of her body that seeped into that cold, dark place in his heart