CAN A VOODOO DOLL MAKE A KIDNAPPER FALL IN LOVE?MAYBE. IF YOU STICK A PIN IN THE HEART AND A PIN IN THE CROTCH.Not much is duller than winter in sleepy Fallon, Idaho. So on her thirtieth birthday, Claire Maxfield wishes for the one thing—well, one of the things—missing from her life: some excitement. Besides that voodoo doll from her best friend, she has no idea what she’s about to get.That very night a mysterious injured man named Dylan carjacks Claire at gunpoint, ordering her to hide him. But once inside her secluded cabin, something strange occurs. Claire’s powerfully attractive captor somehow becomes the captive—and Claire winds up taking care of him!Just how did it happen, she wonders. Maybe that voodoo doll, now sporting one of Dylan’s hairs, had something to do with it. Or maybe it was a different kind of magic, a spell that is mystifying, unbreakable, and absolutely irresistible.FROM THE BOOK: He swung around, his gaze a little blurry. “Listen,” he said, his voice loud, angry, a calming contrast to the ache in his chest. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Hadn't he already lived a thousand lifetimes? And weren't a thousand lifetimes too much for one person? “Why don't you just forget you ever met me? Why don't you just pretend I don’t exist?”She bit her lip, and for the briefest of seconds, he thought she was going to cry, but it had to be a trick of the light. “But you do exist,” she said, putting a nervous hand to her chest, pulling at one of the buttons there.No, that's where she was wrong. He didn't exist. He hadn't existed for years and years and years. He'd just been a shadow, moving through the days, taking up time and space, wasting oxygen. Except for the brief days when Claire, his sweet, sweet Claire, had breathed life into him. It suddenly occurred to him that he was like a locust that remains underground in a suspended state for twenty years only to emerge for a few brief days. “Bye, Claire. It's been—” He was about to say fun, but that didn't quite convey the triteness he was after. “Interesting. It's been interesting.”That finally got to her.“Okay, go! Just go.”She pointed toward the door, toward something out there in the distance, some other state, some other country. “I’ll forget about you in a second. In half a second. You were just a guy who kidnapped me.'"He was sorry about that.“Who held me at gunpoint.'"Sorry about that, too.
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