My father died. No sooner had the funeral ended than my stepmother began making ambiguous advances toward me—touching my arm, whispering close, looking at me with hungry eyes. I was disgusted. Confused. Then I discovered she was secretly meeting a lover late at night. I also uncovered hints that she's hiding the truth about my father's death. To uncover the truth, I pretended to go along with her games. I let her get close. I played the willing participant. But step by step, I fell into the trap of desire she had set. Neither my stepmother nor my stepsister is easy to deal with. One wants my body. One wants my inheritance. And both will destroy me if I'm not careful. But I'm not the grieving son they think I am. I'm the hunter in disguise—and I'll burn them both to uncover the truth.
