Disarming Detective. Elizabeth Heiter

followed more slowly, trying to will her pulse back to a normal rate. Get it together, Cortez.

      She didn’t have time to mess around. There was a killer on the loose. And if she was right and it was the same person who’d raped Maggie back in college, he wasn’t going to stay in Florida forever. He’d be going somewhere else soon, looking for a new victim to dangle in front of the FBI, and she’d lose her shot at him.

      She owed it to Maggie—and Scott and herself—to catch this guy. Especially since, after almost a decade of silence, the Fishhook Rapist had sent Maggie a letter. As a profiler, Ella knew that unexpected contact like that could be a precursor to physical contact. Much as Maggie had tried to play it cool, Ella knew her friend was secretly terrified. And right now, Ella might have the chance to end Maggie’s years of silent, buried fear.

      It didn’t matter what Logan Greer did to her libido. She was going to have to figure out how to resist him.