The Beholder

Trace Victors lived her life as a cold Hit Woman; she loved the game of the hunt, but this would be her last hit. She spotted hit number fifty through her scope. The man stood tall and well built, from his dark head and wide shoulders, to his long, firm legs.Turning his head, his face came into clear view of her scope. His profile showed a definite handsome face—a semi-bronze tan, firm jaw line and dark, wavy hair. Trace held her breath while his intense, green eyes glared back at her. The hunter became the hunted as the game turned on her. Only this target played by different rules.She found that the chase would be short and possibly deadly, because target number fifty wasn't a normal man. She didn't know it yet, but The Beholder was about to change her life...