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About Yolanda Olson

Yolanda Olson is an award winning and international bestselling author, she usually spends her time watching her favorite channel, Investigation Discovery. Occasionally, she takes a break to write books and test the limits of her mind. As an avid horror movie fan, she likes to incorporate dark elements into the majority of her books.

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Cari Silverwood

A spin-off story from

the Dark Hearts trilogy and Wolfe

Copyright

Copyright © 2017 Cari Silverwood

www.carisilverwood.net

Editor: Nerine Dorman

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This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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For mature readers only

This is a dark erotic series

and is written to be disturbing.

This book contains adult language and extreme sexual situations only suitable for adult readers.

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Chapter 1

Years ago, I caught an infection that made me into an apex predator of certain females.

I was a mesmer, a collector – a man with all the right gifts. I could make them do anything.

Within reason? Someone might ask me, if I ever took questions.

No.

Anything.

And yet... Used. That was how I felt when I thought of Red.

She was coming. I would’ve known even without Wolfe’s emailed forewarning. I could feel her, as if the wake of the jet plane she rode in sifted essence of her over me, essence of her femaleness, her sodden cunt, from miles away, high in the atmosphere.