Jaci Burton - The Heart of A Killer

“I’m free this weekend and I’ve never been to Vegas.”

He drew her against him and kissed her in a way she would never tire of being kissed. Wholly, and with his entire heart. When he drew back, he said, “I like Vegas.”

This time when her scar throbbed, it was because her heart was beating so damn fast she felt as if her chest would explode.

Now whenever she touched her heart, it would be because it was filled with love.

The past was dead. She was so ready for the future.

To Linda McFall, for believing in me enough to make this happen. Thank you for this.

To my editor, Krista Stroever, for your wonderful ideas, brilliant brainstorming and infinite patience in driving this book to its conclusion. Thank you!

To my agent, Kimberly Whalen, for getting me there, keeping me there and calming the waters along the way. I couldn’t do this without you.

To my friends who are my rock every day-Shannon Stacey, Maya Banks and Angela James-thank you for letting me vent, throw things, cry and whine incessantly. Having friends I know I can count on means more to me than I can possibly say. You’re the absolute best.