THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER
by Katee Robert
Series: Hidden Sins #1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 24, 2017
FBI agent, Eden Collins is
going home... to catch a killer. Fans
of Audey Harte’s It Takes One and Kendra Elliott's Bone Secrets series, will devour
The Devil’s Daughter, the fast-paced and suspenseful first book, in the Hidden
Sins series by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.
Synopsis
Growing
up in a small town isn’t easy, especially when you’re the daughter of a local
cult leader. Ten years ago, Eden Collins left Clear Springs, Montana, and never
once looked back. But when the bodies of murdered young women surface, their
corpses violated and marked with tattoos worn by her mother’s followers, Eden,
now an FBI agent, can’t turn a blind eye. To catch the killer, she’s going to
have to return to the fold.
Sheriff
Zach Owens isn’t comfortable putting Eden in danger, even if she is an elite
agent. And he certainly wasn’t expecting to be so attracted to her. As calm and
cool as she appears, he knows this can’t be a happy homecoming. Zach wants to
protect her—from her mother, the cult, and the evil that lurks behind its
locked gates. But Eden is his only key to the tight-lipped group, and she may
just be closer to the killer than either one of them suspects…
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Excerpt
By the time she made it back to the courtyard,
it was empty, everyone having gone off to their varying duties. Martha might be
a monster of a particular variety, but she had a well-run establishment. But
then, she would. Keep her people too busy to stop and wonder about some of the
insane shit she preaches. That saying about idle hands didn’t originate
with the Greeks, but her mother had never been shy about incorporating whatever
dogma she found most useful. No one questioned it.
No one but Eden.
And she’d paid for every question she’d
asked.
She stopped next to her car, slowing her
movements, because if she didn’t exert total control, she was going to fling
herself into the driver’s seat and tear out of here as fast as the car could
go. She wouldn’t stop in Clear Springs. She’d just keep driving until she put a
few states between her and Elysia.
Not an option. You made damn sure of that.
She noticed the door was unlocked and
frowned. Had she locked it when she got here? Eden couldn’t be sure. She’d been
so rattled and practically bursting with adrenaline and dread that it was
entirely possible she’d headed for her mother’s house without pausing to lock
the door.
But she didn’t think so.
She opened the driver’s door cautiously, half
expecting something to explode. She only had cursory bomb training, so even if
she swept the vehicle, she couldn’t be sure she’d find something. If there was
even something to find. Hello, paranoia, my old friend. She turned a
slow circle, trying to figure out if someone would have had enough time to
plant something. If a person had the know-how, setting up a bomb in a half hour
was cake.
Way to be reassuring.
She leaned back into the car, a flash of
white and yellow catching her eye. Frowning, she leaned in farther and used the
pen in her cup holder to hook the circular wreath of daisies lying on the
floorboard of the passenger side. It looked like the kind of thing she’d made
when she was a kid and bored out of her ever-loving mind during the summer.
She’d weave together the flowers that grew in the fields of Elysia into something
very similar to this and wear it while she pretended she was Persephone, just
waiting for her Hades to appear and whisk her away to be his queen. Eden
dropped it like it’d caught fire. She’d completely forgotten about playing that
game. Hell, no one knew she’d done it. She’d always been alone out
there.
Or so she’d thought.
She wanted to throw the flowers away, to rip
the wreath apart and grind it beneath her boots. But it was most definitely
some kind of evidence. Even if there was no trace on there to find whoever had
left it, it was proof that someone had been watching her when she got
here.
Apparently my instincts aren’t as ravaged as
I thought.
She wasn’t sure if that was comforting or
terrifying.
About Katee Robert
New
York Times and
USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her
grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life.
When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she
spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband
batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie
apocalypse.
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