Cold Moon (The Huntress/FBI Thrillers Book 3)

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Praise for the novels of Alexandra Sokoloff

Huntress Moon

A Thriller Award Nominee for Best E-Book Original Novel

A
Suspense Magazine
Pick for Best Thriller of 2012

An Amazon Top Ten Bestseller

“This interstate manhunt has plenty of thrills . . . keeps the drama taut and the pages flying.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“The intensity of her main characters is equally matched by the strength of the multi-layered plot . . . The next installment cannot release soon enough for me.”

—Suspense Magazine

The Price

“Some of the most original and freshly unnerving work in the genre.”

—The New York Times Book Review

“A heartbreakingly eerie page turner.”

—Library Journal


The Price
is a gripping read full of questions about good, evil, and human nature . . . the devastating conclusion leaves the reader with an uncomfortable question to consider: ‘If everyone has a price, what’s yours?’”

—Rue Morgue
magazine

The Unseen

“A creepy haunted house, reports of a 40-year-old poltergeist investigation, and a young researcher trying to rebuild her life take the “publish or perish” initiative for college professors to a terrifying new level in this spine-tingling story that has every indication of becoming a horror classic. Based on the famous Rhine ESP experiments at the Duke University parapsychology department that collapsed in the 1960s, this is a chillingly dark look into the unknown.”

—Romantic Times Book Reviews

“Sokoloff keeps her story enticingly ambiguous, never clarifying until the climax whether the unfolding weirdness might be the result of the investigators’ psychic sensitivities or the mischievous handiwork of a human villain.”

—Publisher’s Weekly

“Alexandra Sokoloff takes the horror genre to new heights.”

—Charlotte Examiner

“Alexandra Sokoloff’s talent brings readers into the dark and encompassing world of the unknown so completely, that readers will find it difficult to go to bed until the last page has been turned. Her novels bring human frailty and the desperate desire to survive together in poignant stories of personal struggle and human triumph. But the truly fascinating element of Sokoloff’s writing is her deep dig into the human psyche and the horrors that lie just beneath the surface of our carefully constructed facades.”

—Fiction Examiner

Book of Shadows

“Compelling, frightening, and exceptionally well-written,
Book of Shadows
is destined to become another hit for acclaimed horror and suspense
novelist Sokoloff. The incredibly tense plot and mysterious characters will keep
readers up late at night, jumping at every sound, and turning the pages until they’ve devoured the book.”

—Romantic Times Book Reviews

“Sokoloff successfully melds a classic murder-mystery whodunit with supernatural occult overtones.”

—Library Journal

The Harrowing

Bram Stoker and Anthony Award Nominee for Best First Novel

“Absolutely gripping . . . it is easy to imagine this as a film. Once started, you won’t want to stop reading.”

—The London Times

“Sokoloff’s debut novel is an eerie ghost story that captivates readers from page one. The author creates an element of suspense that builds until the chillingly believable conclusion.”

—Romantic Times Book Reviews

 


Poltergeist
meets
The Breakfast Club
as five college students tangle with an ancient evil presence. Plenty of sexual tension, quick pace and engaging plot.”

—Kirkus Reviews

The Space Between

“Filled with vivid images, mystery, and a strong sense of danger . . . Sokoloff interlaces psychological elements, quantum physics, and the idea of multiple dimensions and parallel universes into her story; this definitely adds something different and original from other teen novels on the market today.”

—Seattle Post Intelligencer

“Alexandra Sokoloff has created an intricate tapestry, a dark Young Adult novel with threads of horror and science fiction that make it a true original. Loaded with graphic, vivid images that place the reader in the midst of the mystery and danger,
The Space Between
takes psychological elements, quantum physics and multiple dimensions with parallel universes and creates a storyline that has no equal. A must-read.”

—Suspense Magazine

Books By Alexandra Sokoloff

 

 

The Huntress/FBI Thrillers

Huntress Moon: Book I

Blood Moon: Book II

Cold Moon: Book III

 

The Haunted Thrillers

The Harrowing

The Price

The Unseen

Book of Shadows

The Space Between

 

Paranormal

D-Girl on Doomsday
(from
Apocalypse: Year Zero
)

The Shifters
(from
The Keepers
trilogy)

Keeper of the Shadows
(from
The Keepers: L.A.
)

 

Nonfiction

Screenwriting Tricks for Authors

Writing Love: Screenwriting Tricks for Authors II

 

Short Fiction

The Edge of Seventeen
(in
Rage Against the Night
)

In Atlantis
(in
Love is Murder
)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

 

Text copyright © 2015 Alexandra Sokoloff

All rights reserved.

 

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

 

Published by Thomas & Mercer, Seattle

www.apub.com

 

Amazon, the Amazon logo, and Thomas & Mercer are trademarks of
Amazon.com
, Inc., or its affiliates.

 

ISBN-13: 9781477821626

ISBN-10: 1477821627

 

Cover design by inkd

This book is dedicated to Children of the Night, MISSEY, and all the organizations that are tirelessly working to stop the trafficking of women and children and helping the exploited to new lives.

 

“Until we are all free, we are none of us free.” —Emma Lazarus

 

Contents

Prologue

DAY ONE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

DAY TWO

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

DAY THREE

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

DAY FOUR

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

DAY FIVE

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

DAY SIX

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

DAY SEVEN

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

DAY EIGHT

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

DAY NINE

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

DAY TEN

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

JANUARY

Chapter 74

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Prologue

T
he moon is high, spilling icy light through the pine branches.

Roarke is in the forest again, in the clearing outside the dark house. His breathing is labored . . . his heart pounding out of control. And the night is alive . . . with a presence other than his own.

He reaches into his jacket for the Glock—but his shoulder holster is empty.

He stares into the night and scans what there is of the yard: dead rosebushes in a rock garden, the wooden trash enclosure, the empty spaces beneath trees, the swing set off to the side of the house . . .

One of the swings is swaying.

The wind? Or did someone touch it? Someone
 . . .

“FBI!” he shouts into the night. “Drop your weapon and come out with your hands on top of your head!”

The darkness swallows his words.

He hears a
whuuff
 . . . the deep snuffle of a horse . . . but he knows with a sudden gut-twisting certainty that it is not a horse that has made the sound. He spins toward the trees. An eerie, high-pitched giggling comes from the bushes. He shouts toward the sound, “Come out
now
or I’ll shoot.”

He eases sideways, looking for a better vantage point between tree trunks, but the snaking mist and the dead underbrush obscure his view. He tenses at a rustle . . . stares through the dark . . .

There is a sudden, animal-like snuffling, then a scrabbling that is nothing like human. He twists toward it, sees flying hair, wild eyes rolling back like a horse’s in the night, and a shadow. Bigger than he is. Bigger than a man.

Not a man. A monster.

Talons slash across his chest. Pain explodes in his rib cage, and he is falling, hitting the ground.

The beast is on him, a dead, stinking, intolerable weight. The horse smell surrounds him as his own blood gushes from the deep scratch of claws; he feels it, hot and thick and pumping from his chest. He chokes through blood, the copper stink of it in his nostrils and throat. Above him, jagged teeth in crocodile jaws yawn open—

There is a thunderous boom . . .

And the monster disappears. The weight disappears. There is no blood, no pain, only Roarke’s own gasping breath.

And now he sees her, standing over him, a lithe shadow against the light of the moon.

Cara.

She moves forward, and the light glints off her pale gold hair, and her eyes are locked on his as she raises the gun—

Roarke sat straight up in the dark, knowing he had shouted aloud. Panic surged through his veins. For a moment he saw trees looming above him in the icy moonlight . . . 

Then he focused and recognized his own bedroom around him, the night lights of the San Francisco skyline outside the triple windows.

He lay back and inhaled slowly as the adrenaline buzzed through his body. His heart was pounding out of control.

Dream. Just a dream. The Reaper is dead.

There were pills on his nightstand, an unopened bottle that the Bureau shrink had prescribed him. For post-traumatic stress disorder.

Instead of reaching for it, he reached for her in his head.

Fair as the moon and cold as ice.

Cara.

He held her until he slept.

• • • • •

The walls breathe.

She lies listening to the thick concrete slabs around her inhaling and exhaling, a rasping breath. From the cells on either side of hers come the muffled cries of others
It
has swallowed. The stench of blood and offal. The belly of the Beast.

And outside in the maze of halls, there is the shrieking scratch of talons on metal bars, coming closer . . . 

Trapped. Trapped . . .

Her eyes fly open. Her breath comes quick and hard in her chest as she orients herself. Lying flat. Thin jailhouse mattress beneath her. Stained concrete walls around her. And a presence . . .

Her eyes scan the space, searching the dark.

Through the metal bars, she sees the glow of rabid eyes. Jagged teeth in jaws dripping with foam. A man. A beast.
It
.

Watching her. Waiting.

She is trapped in this cage with the monster, and they both know it.
It
will toy with her until she is spent, and then
It
will sink
Its
teeth in. She stares back through the dark and knows that she will use her nails, her jaws, every muscle in her body, whatever it takes to fight. Or she will use her teeth on her own wrists, die in blood, before she will let
It
take her.

Its
lips curl back from
Its
teeth, a feral promise . . . and the guard turns away from her cell.

For now.

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