The Mask

The hunt is what we all crave. Some of us are prey while others are predators.

My name is Bree Walker. He calls me little mouse.

His name is Mikhail Smirnov. The man without a face. People see him as nothing but a ruthless monster but in him I find salvation.

You see I need the beast in him to feel, without it I am simply the walking dead.

Let the hunt begin.

*This book is for seasoned dark romance and high heat listeners*