His Trick

Shiloh:
I went to the Harding Hunt for my girlfriend Xanthy—her warmth, her light, the only tether keeping me from the darkness of my past.
But in the masked chaos of the corn maze, I met her brother.
Carrington.
His golden eyes behind the mask, are ruthless, hunting me like I was the prey.
Every dark corner he forces me into submission.
A heat I hate. A need I can’t control. He makes me question everything I thought I was.
Now every touch, every glance, every moment he steals makes me ache and tremble, torn between the light I cling to and his darkness I can’t escape.

Carrington:
The Harding Hunt isn’t a game.
It’s who we are.
The masks, the chase, the thrill of fear in the maze. it feeds my desire to control, to chase and to own.
But the new shiny toy in my playground this year feeds me more.
He thought being my sisters boyfriend made him untouchable.
He thought he could walk into our world without consequence.
He was wrong.
From the moment I saw him under those floodlights,
I knew I’d strip him down.
Make him run.
Make him mine.
The Hunt never ends, not for me.
And this year, he’s the prize I want.