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  WATCHING JENNA

  Tonight, with the snow so heavy, he was forced inside, to watch Jenna via monitor, and as he did, he felt nausea attack. He was hot, itching from the inside out. Furious, he kicked a paint can and sent it reeling, the red color splashing the walls. He barely noticed.

  She was with another man.

  Kissing.

  Touching.

  His pulse pounded, throbbed through his brain, and he felt betrayal of the worst kind. Didn’t she know that only he could satisfy her? His shrine to her was nearly complete—and this was how she repaid him, by acting like a common tramp for the sheriff.

  Shane Carter, a man who had vowed to uphold the law—and there he was, stripping off her clothes, running his tongue and hands over her skin. And she let him.

  His Jenna.

  She let him!

  Rage burned through him, and he plotted all kinds of satisfying revenge, but he could not abandon his plan. Not now. Precision was key.

  He watched them make love, and his rage grew cold as the night. How long had he worked for this? For years.

  He and Jenna were meant to be together. There were no coincidences. His life was meant to be entwined with hers, and everything he did was for Jenna.

  Always for Jenna…

  Outstanding praise for the novels of Lisa Jackson!

  You Don’t Want to Know

  “Shiveringly good suspense! Lisa Jackson ratchets up the tension as one woman’s desperate search for her missing son takes her to the very brink of losing her husband, her sanity, her very self. Each chapter will leave you wondering who to trust. The answer: You don’t want to know. . . .”

  —Lisa Gardner, New York Times bestselling author

  “Crammed with suspects and a palpable air of creepiness. . . .

  Jackson’s many fans will enjoy it.”

  —Kirkus Reviews

  “Lisa Jackson shows yet again why she is one of the best in romantic suspense. A pure nail biter.”

  —Harlan Coben, # 1 New York Times bestselling author

  “Chilling . . . multiple red herrings and a host of sinister characters help keep the pages turning until the explosive conclusion.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  Devious

  “Terrifying . . . a creepy thriller sure to please Jackson’s many fans. A nail-biting tale of dangerous secrets and deadly passions.”

  —Booklist

  “The plot machinations are wonderful, and emotional turmoil akin to the work of James Lee Burke and Tony Hillerman helps make Devious a stunning success.”

  —The Providence Journal

  Without Mercy

  “Her latest whodunit hits all the marks, taking readers on a nail-biting roller-coaster ride.”

  —Library Journal

  “A juicy creep-a-thon . . . builds to a surprising cliffhanger ending.”

  —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

  Books by Lisa Jackson

  Stand-Alones

  SEE HOW SHE DIES

  FINAL SCREAM

  RUNNING SCARED

  WHISPERS

  TWICE KISSED

  UNSPOKEN

  DEEP FREEZE

  FATAL BURN

  MOST LIKELY TO DIE

  WICKED GAME

  WICKED LIES

  SOMETHING WICKED

  WICKED WAYS

  SINISTER

  WITHOUT MERCY

  YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW

  CLOSE TO HOME

  AFTER SHE’S GONE

  Anthony Paterno/Cahill Family Novels

  IF SHE ONLY KNEW

  ALMOST DEAD

  Rick Bentz/Reuben Montoya Novels

  HOT BLOODED

  COLD BLOODED

  SHIVER

  ABSOLUTE FEAR

  LOST SOULS

  MALICE

  DEVIOUS

  NEVER DIE ALONE

  Pierce Reed/Nikki Gillette Novels

  THE NIGHT BEFORE

  THE MORNING AFTER

  TELL ME

  Selena Alvarez/Regan Pescoli Novels

  LEFT TO DIE

  CHOSEN TO DIE

  BORN TO DIE

  AFRAID TO DIE

  READY TO DIE

  DESERVES TO DIE

  Published by Zebra Books

  LISA JACKSON

  DEEP FREEZE

  ZEBRA BOOKS

  KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

  http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  There are tons of people who helped me with this book. They range from agents and editors to researchers and proofreaders, and friends and family who have offered their support. These people were all instrumental in getting this book published:

  In New York, thanks to John Scognamiglio, my editor, and Robin Rue, my agent, who are both incredibly smart, hilarious, and patient. On the West Coast, thanks to Nancy Bush, Ken Bush, Matthew Crose, Michael Crose, Ken Melum, Sally Peters, Marilyn Katcher, Linda Sparks, Larry Sparks, Carol Maloy, Celia Stinson, Danielle Katcher, Kathy Okano, Ari Okano, Jack Pederson, Betty Pederson, and Samantha Santistevan, and anyone else I may have inadvertently missed.

  Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  CHAPTER 42

  CHAPTER 43

  CHAPTER 44

  CHAPTER 45

  CHAPTER 46

  EPILOGUE

  Teaser Chapter

  Teaser Chapter

  PROLOGUE

  Last Winter

  Unmoving, she waited.

  As if she sensed he was near.

  He could feel it—that throb of desire between them as he looked across a dimly illuminated expanse to the bed where she lay in semidarkness. Jenna Hughes. The woman of his dreams. The single female he’d lived his life for. So close. And in his bed. Finally in his bed.

  And he was ready. Oh God, he was ready. Sweat began to bead on his upper lip and forehead. His cock was stiffening, his nerve endings dancing.

  The lamps were turned low, a few night-lights giving the large room an intimate atmosphere of shadows and fuzzy, muted corners. Soft music, the romantic score from the movie Beneath the Shadows, whispered through the cold, cavernous room. His breath fogged as he stared at her in the sexy black teddy he’d bought for her. So nice that she’d decided to wear it for this special tryst. Their first.

  Good girl.

  The silk and lace had fit perfectly, sculpting her body. Just as he’d known it would.

  He caught a glimpse of her breasts through the sheer fabric. Dark nipples looked nearly wet as they peeked through the lace. Had she moistened them for him? In eager expectation?

  Beautiful.

  He smiled inwardly, knowing that she was as eag
er as he was.

  How long had he anticipated this moment? He couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter. The time was now. The pills and vodka he’d swallowed had kicked in and he was working on the perfect buzz—just enough chemicals to make this moment even better.

  “I’m here,” he told her quietly, expecting her to turn her head, arch one of those delicate black eyebrows, and cast him a come-hither look. Or perhaps she would rise on one elbow and slowly crook a finger toward him, silently drawing him closer, her silvery-green gaze holding his.

  But she didn’t move. Not one strand of ebony-colored hair shifted. She just lay on the bed and stared upward.

  That was wrong.

  He froze.

  She should look his way. That was what he wanted.

  “Jenna?” he called quietly.

  Nothing. Not so much as a flicker of a glance in his direction.

  What was the matter with her? Dressed like a damned harlot, she acted as if she didn’t care that he was near, that this night was special to her. To him. To them.

  Not again!

  His back teeth ground together in frustration at her cool disinterest. Was it a game? Was she teasing him? Just what the hell was going on here?

  “Jenna, look at me,” he commanded in a near-whisper.

  But as he edged closer, he realized that she wasn’t as perfect as he’d thought. No…her makeup wasn’t quite right. Her lipstick was too pale, her eyeshadow barely visible. He’d wanted her to look more like a whore. That was the plan. Hadn’t he told her to play the part of a prostitute? Isn’t she dressed as a prostitute? Isn’t this part of your fantasy?

  Damn, he couldn’t think straight. His mind wasn’t as clear as he’d hoped. Probably the drugs…or was it something else? Something vital? Jenna wasn’t responding the way he’d hoped.

  She knew what he liked.

  But then, she’d always been defiant. Always aloof. Icily so. That was part of his attraction to her.

  “Come on, baby,” he whispered, deciding to give her another chance, though he was having trouble focusing. Maybe he was a little too high and he wasn’t seeing those little nuances of lust that she was known for. That was it. His mind was a little too cloudy, his thoughts not quite joined, his lust overtaking reason. He was quivering inside, and his lungs felt constricted. His erection was rock-hard, straining against his fly, but the images in his mind were a little blurry.

  He licked his lips. No more waiting.

  He placed a knee on the bed beside her, and the mattress creaked loudly.

  Still she refused to look at him.

  “Jenna!” he said more sharply than he’d intended, his temper catching fire, his tongue a little thick.

  Take it easy. She’s here, isn’t she?

  “Jenna, look at me!”

  Not so much as a flinch.

  Stubborn, thankless woman! After all he’d done for her! All the years he’d thought of no one but her! Rage burned through his blood, and his hands began to shake.

  Calm down! You can still have her. In your bed. She hasn’t moved away, has she?

  “Jenna, I’m here,” he said.

  She ignored him.

  Fury blazed white-hot, but he tried to fight his anger. This was her game, that was all. She knew that the more she pretended disinterest, the more he would want her, the higher the erotic stakes. And that was all the better.

  Wasn’t it?

  He didn’t know. Couldn’t really remember.

  He was sweating though it was cold in here, the temperature hovering only a few degrees above freezing. And yet he was hot inside, a fire raging through his blood.

  Didn’t she feel it—the intimate bond that tethered them together?

  He leaned closer, and with a trembling finger traced the outline of her cheek. It was warm to his touch.

  Then he understood. This was all part of her fantasy. She wanted him to think of her not as Jenna Hughes, but as one of the roles she’d played on the big screen. Wasn’t she dressed as Paris Knowlton, a New Orleans prostitute in Beneath the Shadows? Hadn’t he wanted Jenna to act like Paris tonight? Isn’t that exactly what she was doing? Suddenly he felt better, the warmth running through his veins due to lust and drugs rather than rage.

  “Paris,” he cooed, touching her dark hair lovingly. It shimmered a blue-black in the shadowy lights. “I’ve been searching for you.”

  Still no response.

  Jesus, what did she want? He was playing his part…or was he?

  “Jenna?”

  Not so much as a glance his way. Anger sparked. It tore through him, his blood suddenly thundering in his ears. “Oh, I get it,” he snarled, his fingers roughly grazing her neck. “You’re really into this, aren’t you? You like acting like a whore.”

  He heard a gasp.

  Finally!

  His fingers surrounded her throat. It was warm to his touch. Pliant. He tried to feel her pulse as his hands pressed against her skin.

  A groan.

  Pain or desire?

  “That’s it, isn’t it? You like it when I’m rough, don’t you?”

  “Oh God, no!” Her voice seemed to come from a distance, echoing in his head, bouncing off the walls. “Don’t!”

  His grip tightened, sinking into her nearly hot flesh.

  “Stop! Please! What are you doing?”

  He was so hard he was trembling, but he couldn’t take his hands from her neck, couldn’t unzip his fly. He shook her then and her head wobbled wildly, beautiful green eyes fixed straight at him.

  A terrified scream ripped through the room.

  Jenna’s head fell backward.

  Her neck wobbled in his hands.

  Another horrified, panicked shriek ricocheted off the rafters, the sound echoing through his brain.

  “Bitch!” He slapped her hard.

  Smack! Her face twisted hard to one side.

  “Oh God!” There was crying now. Sobbing. “No, no, no!”

  Her makeup began to run, her perfect features distorting from the blow. Her hair came loose, the thick black wig falling onto the rumpled mattress, her bald pate visible in the dusky room.

  A gasp.

  Her head twisted to one side.

  That was better.

  He raised his hand again.

  “Don’t…oh God, please don’t!” she pled from immobile lips. “What’re you doing?” She was wailing violently, nearly incoherently, panic stretching her vocal cords. But her shoulders remained stiff. Inflexible. Her face without any passion.

  Something was wrong here, very wrong…

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God…please stop.”

  The sound of fear, the gulping, gasping sobs, reverberated through the room, yet no tears fell from Jenna’s eyes, nor did they blink. Her lips didn’t tremble. Her shoulders didn’t shake. Her body didn’t convulse…

  He blinked. Cleared his head. His erection softened as he realized where he was and realized what he was doing.

  Hell!

  He stared down at Jenna Hughes, and as if his hands were burned, dropped her onto the mussed silk sheets.

  Crack!

  Her head hit the bed frame.

  A shriek of pure terror ripped through the room.

  Jenna’s neck snapped.

  Her bald head fell away from her body.

  “Oh God, noooooooooo!”

  Eyes wide, the head rolled off the mattress.

  With a dull thud, her skull landed on the concrete floor of this, his sanctuary.

  The screams became hysterical, violent, horrible sobs that tore through the chamber, bouncing off the walls and climbing up his spine.

  “Oh God! Please, don’t!” Her voice seemed to echo to the rooftop. So she could feel. And yet she wasn’t looking at him. Something was wrong here…very wrong.

  On the floor, Jenna’s features compressed and flattened in the ooze that had once been her face.

  His mind cleared.

  He realized that his near-perfect creation, his wa
xen mask of Jenna Hughes’s gorgeous face, was destroyed.

  Because he hadn’t been able to wait.

  Because he’d taken too many pills.

  Because he wanted her so badly that he’d lost his judgment and slapped her. Long before her likeness had hardened.

  “Fool,” he ground out and slapped himself alongside the head. “Idiot!” All that work for nothing. The beautiful face—could it be reconstructed? Where once it had been nearly lifelike, now it was goo; once a Michelangelo, now a Picasso, her beautiful features distorted as they pooled around sightless eyes that were glassy and stark.

  He leaned back, away from the mess on the bed. There was no blood. No flesh and bone. Not from this lifeless form. Swiping the sweat away from his forehead, he glanced across the shadowed expanse to his darkened stage, already set, where several near-perfect mannequins stood silently waiting in the gloom. They were beautiful, if not alive. Replicas of Jenna Hughes.

  But this one! He looked again at what had once been his masterpiece and frowned. A pathetic imitation! He’d been distracted lately.

  “Please…let me go.”

  He rocked back onto his feet and looked over his shoulder to the murky corner. His eyes focused on the live woman, bound and naked, just waking up from a drug-induced slumber. Hers had been the voice he’d heard. Her terror was the emotion that had rippled through the room.

  “Please…” she mewled again softly, and he smiled, feeling a renewed hope as he surveyed her musculature and facial features. The width of the forehead, the straight nose, the high cheekbones beneath big, frightened eyes. She was a dirty blond, but hair color was the least of his worries. Facially she was a near-match. His grin stretched wide, and the mess on the floor was instantly forgotten.

 

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