What if a victimized woman decided to be a silent guardian angel for other women and turn the tables on predatory men? What if she stumbled into the hunting grounds of a cocky serial killer while looking for her own private murder den? What if a confident killer met his match in the form of a jean-clad, whiskey-swigging stranger in an hour glass-shaped package-and she made him want things-things he's far too superior to want? When predator meets predator, the only question is: Is the attraction they feel to bed one another . . . or kill one another? Meg isn't expecting to catch Jack red-handed with his most recent victim. Jack isn't expecting Meg to come busting through his front door while chasing her current prey. Now that each recognizes a fellow killer, what urge will win-kiss or kill?