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Some doors aren't meant to be opened. . . .
A young woman is brutally murdered, her body dropped into the sea and carried by the tides onto the beach at a federal park at the Jersey Shore. Hometown investigators believe the woman simply partied too hard and fell overboard, but FBI Agents David Owens and Anna Parker know better.
David and Anna trace the victim's path from a local BDSM club to a dangerous and shadowed world that forces them under cover, into performances that awaken their own desires, and draw them closer to the killer. Soon they are racing against a clock set by an unknown enemy, compelled to carry out a plan that not only jeopardizes their lives, but tests their very beliefs, and their newfound love.
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Shaking, she didn't realize she'd started crying until she heard the knock on her door, then David speaking.
“Anna?” He knocked again.
Swiping her fingers under her eyes, she scrambled off the bed and opened the door. He was wearing jean shorts but no shirt, and his eyes went on instant alert, skimming efficiently up and down her body as if looking for damage. Across the hall his door was open, and she could hear his TV on low, one of the political talk shows.
“What's wrong?” He pushed past her to look into her room.
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“I was reviewing the file.”
“See something we missed earlier?”
He moved back in front of her, still assessing her condition, and reached his hand forward, touching her shoulder. Just a feather touch that lasted only seconds before his hand fell back to his side, leaving an aching void behind.
“No. It just got to me.” She shook her head and asked, “Is there something you need?”
“I was going to ask if you wanted to go over the file together, make a plan for the meeting. But I think not. You should get some sleep.”
She shrugged and fought back another wave of angry tears. “I'm not sure I can.”
Her remark was met with silence; he just tilted his head and looked at her with those eyes that saw too much.
“Promise me one thing,” she finally said, breaking the quiet.
He tipped his head, telling her to continue.
“Promise me you'll do everything you can to get this monster.”