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"COLD FURY defines the modern romantic thriller."�-�NYT�bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz

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Romance writer and reluctant cop navigate sparks during fateful ride-alongs.

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A child under his protection�and a hit man in pursuit.

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Courtney Kelly sees things others can�t�like fairies, and hidden motives for murder . . .

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Journey to a city that�s full of quirky, zany superheroes finding love while they battle over-the-top, evil ubervillains bent on world domination.

Excerpt of Dying Scream by Mary Burton


December 2009
On Sale: December 1, 2009
Featuring: Adrianna Barrington; Gage Hudson
384 pages
ISBN: 1420100289
EAN: 9781420100280
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Also by Mary Burton:

Another Girl Lost, September 2024
Trade Paperback / e-Book
The Hangman, July 2024
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Dollmaker, January 2024
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book / audiobook
The House Beyond the Dunes, September 2023
Paperback / e-Book / audiobook
The Shark, July 2023
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book / audiobook (reprint)
The Lies I Told, August 2022
Trade Size / e-Book
I'll Never Let You Go, February 2022
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Don't Look Now, October 2021
Trade Size / e-Book / audiobook
Near You, April 2021
Trade Size / e-Book
Cover Your Eyes, January 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Burn You Twice, October 2020
Trade Size / e-Book / audiobook
No Escape, July 2020
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Never Look Back, July 2020
Trade Size / e-Book
I See You, October 2019
Paperback / e-Book
Hide and Seek, April 2019
Paperback / e-Book
Cut and Run, October 2018
Paperback / e-Book
Dying Scream, June 2018
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Her Last Word, May 2018
Trade Size / e-Book
The Seventh Victim, February 2018
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Silver Bells, December 2017
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Merciless, October 2017
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
The Last Move, September 2017
Trade Size / e-Book
The Hangman, May 2017
Paperback / e-Book
I'm Watching You, May 2017
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
The Dollmaker, November 2016
Paperback / e-Book
The Shark, June 2016
Paperback / e-Book
Vulnerable, April 2016
Paperback / e-Book
I'll Never Let You Go, November 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Be Afraid, May 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Cover Your Eyes, November 2014
Paperback / e-Book
Our First Christmas, October 2014
Paperback / e-Book
You're Not Safe, April 2014
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No Escape, November 2013
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Seventh Victim, February 2013
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The Lightkeeper's Woman, April 2012
Paperback / e-Book
The Unexpected Wife, April 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Heart of the Storm, February 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Before She Dies, February 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Merciless, February 2011
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Senseless, January 2011
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Tracker, December 2010
Paperback / e-Book
Dying Scream, December 2009
Dead Ringer, November 2008
Silver Bells, November 2008
Cold Case Cop, January 2008
I'm Watching You, December 2007
Wise Moves, July 2006
The Arsonist, March 2006
A Season Of The Heart, October 2005
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In Dark Waters, July 2005

Excerpt of Dying Scream by Mary Burton

Sunday, September 24, 10:00 p.m.

Time had degraded the videotaped image of the cowering woman.

A line skimmed down the center screen now peppered with electronic snow, and a sallow haze paled the image’s once vibrant colors.

As he’d made his movies over the last twelve years, he’d expected them to last forever. He’d never realized excessive viewing coupled with time would degrade the tapes of his three actresses and their final performances. The first tape wasn’t a great loss. He didn’t understand lighting, costumes, or camera angles. He’d been rushed and nervous. But as time passed, he’d gained experience and confidence and by the last tape, he’d honed his moviemaking talent.

Remote in hand, he leaned forward and directed his attention to the most recent tape in his collection. He tuned out the annoying technical distractions and focused on the woman.

A pale satin slip, the shade of forget-me-nots, skimmed her full breasts and slim body and pooled over long legs tucked under her round bottom. A blond wig covered chestnut hair and accentuated a pale face and listless brown eyes underscored by smudged mascara. Blue-black bruises darkened her cheeks. She stared sightlessly toward the ceiling, cradling the hand he’d broken the last time she’d resisted.

Off-screen a door opened and closed. Keys jangled. The woman straightened and tried to stand, but a waist-hugging chain forced her to remain on her knees.


He’d never stepped in view of the camera lens.

“Sorry I’m late. I didn’t mean to be gone so long.”

The woman’s chest started to rise and fall in rapid, short breaths. “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

He’d been gone eighteen hours. “I couldn’t leave you forever.”

Over the last two weeks, he’d left her intermittently.

Each time he made his exit, he threatened never to return as he shut the door. Then from a closed circuit television he watched as she begged him not to leave and yanked at her tether. Then after three, five, or ten hours, he’d return. Each time she wept, her expressive features reflected relief, horror, and flickers of anger. Slowly he’d been breaking her down, teaching her that her world revolved around him alone.

Now as she glanced up, she offered a smile both pleasing and desperate. “Now are you going to let me go?”

“Not just yet.”

Her smile faltered. “You said next time when you came back I could leave.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” He zoomed in the video

image. “I’ve enjoyed your performance so much I find I can’t say good-bye.”

The close-up vividly captured expressive eyes that mirrored disappointment and a terrifying understanding. “You’re never going to let me go, are you?”

“Didn’t I promise?” He sounded defensive.

Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lips quivered. She seemed to sense that this was the end. Game over.

Hysterically she started to yank the chain. Her breasts bounced delightfully as she struggled. “Let me go! Why are you doing this to me!”

“I love you, Adrianna.”

“Let me go!” She all but howled the words.

“I told you that I loved you. What are you supposed to say?” The words dripped with annoyance. How many lessons would it take for her to play her part correctly?

“No, no, no! My name is Rhonda.” The silk under the chain had frayed and turned brown from the iron in the links. “My name is Rhonda!”

“You are not Rhonda!” He snapped his fingers. “Say the words like I taught you. Or I will get the cattle prod.”

Mention of the prod drained the fight from her eyes. “Please. Please. Please.” The plea wound down to a hoarse whisper.

“Say it.” This would be their final scene together. And he couldn’t hide the desperate anticipation from his voice.

The woman closed her eyes. “I love you.” The faint whisper, void of feeling, tumbled out like rubbish from a bin. All the spirit and fight she’d had in the beginning was gone.

The words left him wanting. “Say it again. And look at me when you speak.”

The woman looked directly at him. “I love you.”


Nervously, she picked at the chipped red nail polish on her toenails. A ladybug tattoo framed her right ankle. “Can I leave now?”

He ignored her question. “Why do you have a ladybug tattoo?” These last two weeks he’d loved touching it. Kissing it.

Tears streamed down her face as if she realized her words had no effect on him. “I told you a million times.”

“Tell me again.”

“It’s a sign of good luck.”

His laughter rumbled rich and genuine. “For me, it’s good luck. Not such good luck for you.”

Her eyes flashed with sudden hot anger. “Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Doing what?”

“Playing games. Why don’t you let me go? I’ve sworn that I’ll keep this secret. I just want to go home. I want to forget. I want to live.” The camera zoomed and caught the beads of sweat on her forehead. “I have done everything you asked.”

She tipped her head back and he could see her dark hair peeking out from under the wig. She was ruining the moment.

“Say it again.” His voice projected the annoyance he’d felt that day. “And say it like you mean it!”

The woman dropped her gaze and fisted the fingers on her left hand so tightly her nails drew blood. For several long seconds, she remained silent.

The snap of the prod had her meeting his gaze.

“I love you.”

“What is my name?”

“Craig. Your name is Craig. I love you, Craig.”


This time she looked directly at the camera and nearly screamed the words. “I love you, Craig!”

His erection hardened and finally he was able to take her. Though he’d been driven by powerful emotions, he was mindful of the all-seeing lens and careful to keep his face turned away from the camera.

She’d lain under him, the slip bunched around her waist, her body as still and cold as a lake in winter. His climax had come quickly, violently. He’d never felt so alive, so in the moment, and for those fleeting seconds the voices that always stalked him—told him he wasn’t good enough—went silent.

Now as Craig viewed the tape for the hundredth time, the exquisite feelings he’d once enjoyed, like the tape, had faded.

The indefinable hunger that had tracked him for so many years had returned and the heavy weight of anticipation bore down on his chest. Lately, no matter how much he watched the tape, his darkest appetites clawed at his insides, begging to be satisfied.

“Damn.” He hit REWIND and replayed the last few seconds, his thirst desperate to be quenched. “I love you, Craig. I love you, Craig. I love you, Craig.”

Craig leaned toward the television and touched the image of her face. He traced her eyes and then her lips.

From the edge of the screen, the camera captured the tip of a gun barrel. The woman shrank back, trying to press herself through the wall.

Crying, she tried to crawl away, but the chain stopped her as he grabbed the wig and tossed it aside. He wrenched her upward. Her fingers clawed at his hand as she screamed and struggled to get free. He held on tight and raised the .38 to her temple.

He whispered, “I love you, Adrianna.” The revolver’s bullet tore through her brain. Blood splattered his face. She slumped forward, dead. His heart raged in his chest like a tornado.

Then he released her, stepped back, and watched as she crumpled to the floor. A second passed before the recording ended and the image turned to static snow.

Now Craig understood how much he’d fed off her terror. Her panic and those of the other two had invigorated his blood like a narcotic.

“I shouldn’t have listened. I never should have let you go.” He could have kept her tucked away down here for years.

If he’d known three years would pass until the next kill he’d have stowed her away and savored her all the more.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Frustrated, he shut off the television and turned his attention to the new digital camcorder he’d bought last week. It fit in the palm of his hand and had cost him a fortune but the kid in the electronics store had promised it would produce crystal-clear images guaranteed to last a lifetime.

“So clear you can see the pores on a face,” the kid had said.

Craig palmed the camera, amazed at its compact size. Technology was a wonderful thing.

Pointing the camera toward the empty basement corner with the wood panel and loosely coiled chain, he hit RECORD. The red light clicked on. He taped for a few seconds before stopping and replaying the image on the camera’s view screen. The kid had been right. The clear picture caught the grains in the faux wood and the threads in the brown carpet.

Craig glanced at the newly purchased pink silk slip and blond wig. He set the camera down and picked up the wig. He stroked the strands of real human hair dyed just the right shade of blond.

Imagine what detail he would capture when he filmed the next one. This camera wouldn’t miss anything, and the images would surely satisfy him for years.

This time, this time, he’d not be in such a rush. The next one, he’d savor.

Craig glanced at the pocket calendar taped to the side of his filing cabinet. Twenty-four red X’s marked through most of September. Anticipation burned like fire.

In just three days, it would be time again for hunting season.

In just three days, center stage would host a new actress to play his sweet Adrianna.

Excerpt from Dying Scream by Mary Burton
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