Haunted

<p>Blurb:</p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Keaton</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Son of a serial killer. That would have been my legacy if I hadn't joined the FBI and moved to the small college town in Huntington West Virginia. Being a federal agent was never in my crosshairs. Neither was falling for the down-on-her-luck beauty I found living out in her car. Yet both felt as natural as breathing.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Henley was my chance to live a life I didn't think I deserved. So when history started repeating itself bringing my haunted past precariously close to threatening our future I closed ranks around her. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I'd walk through the fiery gates of hell if it meant keeping her safe. Too bad I didn't realize she'd have to walk beside me.</span></p><p></p>