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being newly single isn’t brutal enough, Sloane Chatfield's friends are getting
obnoxious about setting her up. When Sloane insists she's waiting for a certain
sexy fictional Highlander to come along, her friends surprise her with a trip
to Scotland to find
her a new boyfriend. She’d rather have a root canal. But if she can find a Highland hunk to
“break her heart” before her friends arrive…
remote Highland village, Galen Buchanan is
struggling to keep the family pub afloat. Everything is falling apart, he’s
running out of money, and now there's an opinionated American lass parked at
his best table, driving him mad. But then Sloane asks Galen to be her pretend Highland
boyfriend...and offers him enough money to save the pub. It’s only for a few
days, he figures. What's the worst that could happen?
Julia London is the New York
Times, USA Today, and Publisher's Weekly bestselling author of more than thirty
romantic fiction novels. She is the author of the popular Cabot Sisters
historical series, including The Trouble with Honor, The Devil Takes a Bride,
and the The Scoundrel and the Debutante. She is also the author of several
acclaimed contemporary romances, including The Cedar Springs series, and the
recent Homecoming Ranch, Return to Homecoming Ranch, and The Perfect
Homecoming. Julia has added a short contemporary series to her titles as well,
including The Perfect Bargain, writing under the name Jessa McAdams.
Julia is the recipient of the RT
Bookclub Award for Best Historical Romance and a four time finalist for the
prestigious RITA award for excellence in romantic
fiction. To keep up with all the Julia London news, please visit http://www.julialondon.com. Follow her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/julialondon
New to Avon author Lia Riley makes a splash with her
first sexy, hilarious book in the sizzling Brightwater series!
A kiss is
just the beginning…
Perfect. Or so Annie Carson’s life appears on her popular blog. Reality is...
messier. Especially when it lands her back in one-cow town, Brightwater, California, and back
in the path of the gorgeous six-foot-four reason she left. Sawyer Kane may fill
out those wranglers, but she won’t be distracted from her task. Annie just
needs the summer to spruce up and sell her family’s farm so she and her young
son can start a new life in the big city. Simple, easy, perfect.
always regretted letting the first girl he loved slip away. He won’t make the
same mistake twice, but can he convince beautiful, wary Annie to trust her
heart again when she’s been given every reason not to? And as a single kiss
turns to so much more, can Annie give up her idea of perfect for a forever
that’s blissfully real.
My Review: Lia Riley has a new fan here with her Brightwater series. LAST FIRST KISS is an engaging small town romance with lots of heart. You will root for Sawyer and Annie to get their HEA in this small California town. Sawyer and Annie were friends when they were teens despite the 150 year old feud between their families. After graduation, Annie suddenly left town and Sawyer didn't understand why. Years later and a now divorced single mother , Annie returns to town to fix up their family farm so that she can sell it for her father "Kooky Carson". She and her sister were outsiders to the people of the town because of their odd duck parents. Annie wants to leave as quickly as she can so that she can start a new life with her little boy, Atticus. She also is an author for a mommy blog Sawyer is the towns sheriff and loves the small town that he and his many relatives reside. When he sees the now grown-up Annie, his bachelor heart explodes and he knows that he wants to get to renew his friendship with the beautiful and wary Annie again. Sawyer and Annie have a wonderful chemistry and Sawyer is a great role model to Atticus, too. This is a feel good story and you root for Sawyer and Annie to get their HEA. Lia Riley expertly paints both the good and bad about small town living. It is smart and sexy with an abundance of great secondary characters like Sawyer's ornery grandmother. I enjoyed this story and I can't wait for the next story in the series!
Lia Rileywrites offbeat New Adult and Contemporary Adult romance. After
studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, she scoured the world armed
only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She
counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with
gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with
stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.
A British literature
fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional
boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing
heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds
unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades
through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic
springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.
He tilted back his Stetson, running his
intense gaze over her face. “You haven’t changed much.”
The simple statement threatened to fell
her. He had no idea everything was different. The dreamy, hopeful girl she’d
been, the one he’d known all those years ago, had her atoms obliterated and her
soft underbelly refashioned, armored with titanium plates. She didn’t run
barefoot through meadows or jump blindly into rivers.
“Thanks for the repair job,” she said,
stepping back, blinking rapidly. He’d fixed the coop, but no one could fix the
cracks in her confidence and imploded self-esteem. She needed to do that—if
only she knew how. Was there a Self-esteem
Then he moved. Close. Closer. Way too
close. The old magnetic pull between them hadn’t lost any potency. The air
charged. So much so that when he reached out, cradling her cheek, she expected
a zap. “I missed you, Annie Girl.”
Her heart beat sideways at his use of the
“I . . . ” missed you too. God. So much. “I have to go.” She took another step
backward and then another. “And anyway, I’m not staying, at least not for long.
My family’s decided it’s time to sell the farm.”
“Sell?” His body went rigid.
“But this place has been in your family forever. All your history is here. How
can you let it go to a stranger?”
Who was he to come around at
an ungodly hour, in those tight faded jeans that showcased his . . . everything,
touching her cheek, giving her unsolicited guidance? Her chest heated. Is that
why he was here—being the good cop to Grandma Kane’s bad cop? “I appreciate
your help with the coop, but let’s not pretend you’re giving impartial
neighborly advice. Your family wants the property back. Trust me, I get the
situation. I was raised with it, but we can get more for Five Diamonds than
your grandmother could ever offer.”
He dropped his chin, leveling
a penetrating stare. “That’s not what I meant, it’s not about the feud. You
know I don’t care about any of that.”
She used to believe that, had
once fooled herself into believing they were kindred spirits. “I don’t know
anything about you anymore, Sawyer. Maybe I never did.”
She pivoted and strode toward the house,
clenching the scotch bottle. Why did he come, force her to feel things better
forgotten? She was almost at the stairs when a large, powerful hand closed on
her upper arm, not a grip, but a gentle touch that halted her mid-step. Her
heart pounded, her belly breaking into wild flutters.
Slowly, so slowly, she turned.
He held her gaze squarely, as if daring
her to look away. “You know who I am,” he said.
She couldn’t reply, even if she knew what
to say. She couldn’t blink or swallow or think. The only sound beside the wind
came from their shallow breaths. She and Sawyer might be water under the
bridge, but it looked like that water was churning, roiling whitewater.
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The third book in the beloved #1
bestselling author’s sexy, romantic suspense Slow Burn series…
They say young love doesn’t last, but a girl
from the wrong side of the tracks with unique abilities and the hometown golden
boy were determined to defy the odds. For Zack Covington, Anna-Grace-his
“Gracie”--was the one.
But one night forever altered the course of
their future; when a devastated Gracie disappeared without a trace, Zack was
left to agonize over what happened to the girl he loved. As the years passed,
his desperate efforts to find her uncovered nothing. Now working for Devereaux
Security, he stumbles across a painting featuring a special place only he and
Gracie would know. The image is too perfectly rendered for it to be
coincidence. His Gracie must be alive. When he comes face to face with her, he
is shocked-and heartbroken-to discover the wounded shell of the girl he once
knew and still loves. Her psychic gifts are gone, and worse, she believes he
betrayed her all those years ago.
Zack has enemies, and once his weakness is
discovered, Gracie becomes a target for revenge. He’ll have to save her before
he can earn her trust and her love. And he vows they’ll never be torn apart
My Review: SAFE AT LAST is another fast paced addition to the Slow Burn series and it does not disappoint. When Devereaux Security is hired for an Art show, Zack discovers the girl, now woman that has haunted him for years, Gracie. She disappeared completely and he hadn't a clue as to what happened to her or if she was even alive. Now Anna-Grace is standing before him with hate in her eyes. And before he can receive the answers he needs, enemies send a message to the security group in a horrendous way. Zack is an anomaly as a hero, a man that was happy and found his "one" early in life, only to have her disappear without a clue. He never forgot her and never gave up on her which make him a swoon worth hero, but she doesn't want anything to do with him and refuses to tell him what happened. Gracie lost her faith in any man at a young age after she believes Zack turned on her. Her friend Wade is about the only person she lets in to her life. The other characters from Devereaux are back to help Zack and Grace including Ari and Ramie. When their enemies make another move, the action goes into kick-ass pace and the women join forces to save one of their own. I love the paranormal elements in these stories and the protective cave-man action of the Deveraux brothers as well as Zack and Wade. The pace slipped a little waiting for Gracie to finally reveal to Zack what happened to her all those years ago, but other than that, this story is exciting and I hope there is another one in the works.
Zack Covington simmered with impatience as he waited for the go signal from his
teammates. He didn’t exactly know what was going on in the basement of the
McMansion—one not unlike he’d once dreamed of building for the girl he’d planned
to spend forever with—but knew it wasn’t good. Sometimes bad lurked in
seemingly benign locations. People existed in denial it could happen in their
little corner of the earth. How very wrong they were.
It was a lesson he’d learned the learned the hard way. Coming from a small town
nestled against the shores of Kentucky Lake, he’d thought—just as most of its
citizens, likely—that they were impervious to bad. And Zack? He was more
confident than most, because his father was the chief of police, and he’d grown
up knowing his father’s job was to ensure the safety of the town, regardless of
But he’d damn sure failed when it came to Gracie. Everyone had failed her and
Zack had lead the pack. His father’s refusal to use county resources on someone
who didn’t belong anyway had caused a rift between him and his father that to
this day hadn’t been mended.
It never would be.
Zack sighed as he contemplated the stately homes, the expensive cars, swimming
pools behind high privacy fences and the immaculately landscaped yards. The
white collar families who resided in the gated community that boasted top notch
security would be horrified to know that evil lurked in their midst. The irony
of it all, was that the affluent neighborhood had recently been voted the
safest and most desirable communities to live in the greater Houston area.
Hell, it had scored in the top five in the entire state of Texas and in the top
twenty for the whole country. So yeah, these people were utterly convinced that
they were safe.
But he knew better. Inside was a child. Just a baby. Well, not so much a baby
as she was only two years younger than his Gracie. Goddamn it. Not here. Not
now. It was no time for the past to intrude. Besides Gracie was hardly the
beautiful, innocent sixteen year old girl he’d loved over a decade ago. She’d
be twenty-eight now.
If she was even alive.
And she wasn’t “his” Gracie anymore. She wasn’t his anything.
Maybe he hadn’t been able to save Gracie. Maybe he’d failed her. But over his
dead body was he going to fail this young girl whose dreams were as big as the
sun. Not when the two most important people in her life—or at least should have
been the most important—had failed her in every possible way.
Alyssa Delacroix had been a very promising ballerina at a very early age, a
fact her mother had taken pride in when she’d participated in kindergarten
recitals, received high praise and glowing local and state accolades. Later,
when the demands of her training had encroached on both mother and father’s
social lives, Alyssa had fallen far down the list of their priorities.
Until the father had received pointed threats, aimed at Alyssa.
The Delacroix’s had five children with Alyssa being the middle child, with two
older brothers and two younger sisters. When Howard Delacroix had called in
DSS, it had disgusted Zack that the man seemed irritated, not that his daughter
was being threatened, but that he wasn’t the subject of the
threat. It was a blow to his ego that evidently he was not as important as his
Pompous, arrogant pig who had no business having children. His wife was no
better. Zack could only dream of the life they had—a life he once thought
he would have—a houseful of children. Happy. And yet the
couple was more concerned with their social standing than the care of their
They’d hired a nanny and it was the nanny who attended all sports events, dance
recitals and provided the love and support the parents should have. And now she
was dead, shot when trying to protect one of the younger Delacroix children
when masked men had burst into the auditorium where the dance recital was being
held, cut the lights, causing instant chaos when gunfire erupted.
The father? Had dropped like a fucking coward, hiding behind his wife,
while the nanny had saved his son. Zack would like to put a bullet right
between the asshole’s eyes for that alone.
The only reason Howard and Felicity Delacroix had even been there hadn’t been
to see their daughter shine. They’d attended solely because the CEO of another
oil company also had a daughter performing and Howard was in negotiations to
merge the two companies because the competitor was looking to retire and Howard
wanted to take over both companies and expand his “empire.” Hell, he and his
wife hadn’t even sat with their children, leaving the nanny to tend to them
while they sat a row back talking business while their daughters’ performed.
The target had been Alyssa. And Alyssa had been Zack’s responsibility. Hell,
she was all of DSS’s responsibility, but Zack had been the closest, and in the
clusterfuck that had ensued, a hysterical woman had blocked his pathway to
Alyssa, a mere foot away, getting shot in the process and Alyssa had been
abducted in a professionally executed hit.
This was no amateur operation, and Zack had to wonder why someone would go to
such lengths to kidnap the child of a high profile oil mogul when the man took
absolutely no security precautions, and if any research on Delacroix had been
done at all and ransom had been the aim, he would have been the obvious choice.
He’d give up a hell of a lot of money for his own life. But for his children?
Even Zack knew the answer to that, and he’d only briefly made the man’s
acquaintance. He’d despised him on site because he grudgingly had to part with
some of his precious money to protect his daughter for “appearance’s sake.”
After all, it wouldn’t do for it to get out that a father had ignored threats
to his child, and above all else, Howard Delacroix had an ego the size of the
state he resided in.
When the silence through his earpiece continued—and he’d already waited an
interminable amount of time—Zack lost what was left of his patience. Fuck it.
He was going in. The Delacroix’s may not give two fucks about their daughter,
but Zack did, and he wasn’t about to sit on his hands when each passing second
could mean the difference between life and death.
Stealthily, he crept toward the window of the guest room. DSS had pulled the
floor plans of the housing developments—they were cookie cutter houses after
all—and quietly inserted his knife around the edges and bottom of the window to
loosen the panes. Only when he was able to slide the window upward, did he
whisper into the com, “I’m in.”
He ignored the curses of Dane, heard an “about time” muttered by Eliza, while
Capshaw and Renfro said nothing at all.
Zack slid into the bedroom with ease and quickly drew his gun with silencer
attached with one hand and reached for a flash bang grenade with the other. He
knew the layout by heart having studied it until it was ingrained in his mind.
The house was eerily dark when he slipped from the bedroom, but in the
distance, the sound of a television could be heard. His partners could cover
the front. His aim was the lower level and he honed in on his target with
A shadow appeared in his periphery and he immediately flattened himself against
the wall just as a man rounded the corner, heading directly toward Zack. A
quick assessment told him this wasn’t a resident of the house. He was dressed
in fatigues and a black shirt, a shoulder harness holding a pistol and several
Kevlar knives secured to his waist. What the fuck did these jokers want with a
fourteen-year-old girl? Were they running some sort of human trafficking ring?
And if so, why the one girl? There had been over two dozen
girls between the ages of eight and eighteen at the recital. In the utter chaos
that had ensued, they could have grabbed several others.
Zack yanked his gun up just as the other man spotted him and did the same. But
Zack had the element of surprise and only the thud of a dead body falling broke
“One down,” Zack said quietly into the comm. “And these guys are trained. Watch
“Goddamn it, Zack,” Beau hissed. “Wait for back-up.”
“Alyssa may not have time for back-up,” Zack bit back, moving toward the
stairway at the end of the hall.
He paused at the top and peered downward, his ears straining for any sound to
indicate movement up the stairs. What he heard froze him to the core.
Soft weeping. The sound of pain and despair. And it broke his heart.
Resisting the urge to rush recklessly the rest of the way down the stairs, he
forced himself to take it step by step, making sure he made no sound as he
descended when his every instinct was to charge in and take out the fuckers
who’d taken and hurt an innocent child.
He paused at the bottom because there was only a small area between the bottom
of the stairwell and the wall. He would have to round the corner to enter the
larger area of the room. Where Alyssa was being held. Where soft weeping could
still be heard.
He couldn’t lob the flash bang grenade, because it would be devastating to
Alyssa, and she could be executed in a split second once her kidnappers were
aware they’d been found. As schooled as Zack believed them to be, they’d likely
been exposed to them before—and trained to withstand the effects while
adequately defending themselves. Or taking out the enemy.
Inhaling a quiet breath, he gripped his knife in his left hand and curled his
fingers on his right hand around the stock of the pistol, just brushing the
trigger. The sight that greeted him would live with him until his dying breath.
Alyssa, bloodied, bruised, pale with shock, eyes glazed with pain and the sheen
of tears was manacled to the brick chimney base. It was like something out of a
medieval horror movie.
But worse was seeing who her tormentor was.
Zack didn’t move. Didn’t so much as breathe, praying the girl holding a knife
to Alyssa’s neck wouldn’t be alerted to his presence and slice through the
“Why are you doing this to me, Lana?” Alyssa whispered, choking on her tears as
she stared dully at her tormentor. “I thought we were friends!”
“Because with you out of the picture, I’ll be the best.
Not you,” the teenage girl hissed. “It’s always been about you. I’m
sick of hearing about how great Alyssa is. How talented. How you’re destined for
stardom. What does anyone say about me? Runner up. To you. Always second place.
Now I’ll be the star and no one will even remember your name.”
Jesus. Zack recognized the girl. She’d performed just before Alyssa, and
obviously displayed talent, but from the moment Alyssa had taken the stage, it
had been equally evident that Alyssa had clearly outshone the other girl.
The sheer hatred for Alyssa was obvious in her rival’s voice. The malicious
triumph in her voice sickened Zack. A thin rivulet of blood slipped down
Alyssa’s neck and she gave a small cry, more of distress and fear than of pain.
What was more horrifying was that there was no way this girl could have pulled
off a plan so flawlessly. Nor would she have knowledge of such men capable of
executing a professional hit. Which meant her parents not only knew what was
happening in the basement of their home but had likely masterminded the entire
Zack had to act fast. He was very good at reading people and he didn’t doubt
for a second that the jealous teenage girl would kill Alyssa if he didn’t step
in now. In no way did he want to kill a teenage girl, just a child—but no, this
was no child. She was a cold-blooded psychopath who thought nothing of removing
someone she perceived as competition.
And then the decision was ripped from him when Alyssa glanced past her captor
and betrayed his presence by widening her eyes in alarm. Thankfully, the girl
lowered the knife and turned, perhaps thinking he was one of the men who’d
abducted Alyssa. But when her gaze settled on him, she raised the hand holding
the knife, her expression so vicious it gave him chills. Then she turned,
clearly directing the knife toward Alyssa’s chest.
It all happened in a split second, and yet it was as though everything was in
Alyssa screamed, straining sideways to avoid the wicked edge of the knife. Zack
fired, his aim precise, penetrating Lana’s arm just above the wrist, causing
the knife to drop. Lana’s scream mimicked Alyssa’s own and yet the obvious pain
the bullet wound must have caused didn’t deter her from her determined
She lunged at Alyssa, scratching furiously at Alyssa’s face while her other
hand hung uselessly at her side.
Zack hurled himself forward, grabbing a fistful of the hell cat’s hair and
yanked her back. In his ear, two voices were demanding a status report. He
ignored both, more worried about defending Alyssa from further harm if someone
not on his team came down the stairs.
“I’ll kill you!” Lana screamed, turning her fury on Zack.
And just as suddenly, her anger turned to triumph as she turned a spiteful look
in Alyssa’s direction.
“You’re too late anyway,” she said smugly.
Zack didn’t pause to consider what the crazy ass girl meant. He shoved her down
into a nearby chair and handcuffed her uninjured wrist to the arm. This time it
was she who gave away the presence of another. Relief flared in her eyes and
Zack immediately dropped and rolled toward Alyssa, placing his body between her
and any possible threat.
His gun was up and he didn’t hesitate when he saw a man who was similarly
attired as the one Zack had already taken down on the upper level. He didn’t
have time to go for the kill shot but put a bullet in the assailant’s upper
leg. Judging by the blood pumping from the wound as the man went down, it was
likely Zack had hit his femoral artery. If that was the case, the man was
finished and would bleed out in a matter of seconds.
Still, not one to assume anything, he took aim and put a second bullet through
the downed man’s neck.
“Goddamn it, where the fuck is everyone?” Zack demanded, addressing his
teammates for the first time. “Alyssa’s in the basement and two of the
kidnappers are dead. Anyone care to offer some back up here?”
“Well, if you’d been a little more patient, you’d have gotten your back up,”
Dane said dryly.
“If I’d waited any longer, Alyssa would be dead right now,” Zack snapped.
“We’ve cleared the main level,” Eliza broke in. “On our way now. And Zack, this
is some fucked up shit we’re dealing with.”
“You don’t even know the half of it,” Zack said grimly.
Satisfied that he’d encounter no further nasty surprises, Zack picked himself
up and quickly freed Alyssa’s wrists, using the key lying on a table just a few
feet away. As soon as she was free, she threw her arms around him and sobbed
into his neck. He closed his eyes, cupping the back of her head as he gently
stroked her hair.
“It’s all right now, sweetheart. You’re safe now.”
“No it’s not,” she said with gulping sobs. “It’ll never be all
She clung tightly to him her grief causing a knot to form in Zack’s throat. The
world was filled with all kinds of sick, twisted fucks, but even this had the
power to surprise him. That someone so young was so evil and…sick. He didn’t
“Can you get up or do you need me to carry you?” Zack said, using a soothing,
calming voice. “How badly are you hurt?”
At his question, she completely fell apart, her cries so hopeless that it
enraged him that such innocence had been destroyed. But even then, he wasn’t
prepared for her answer.
“She broke my knees,” Alyssa sobbed. “She made it so I’ll never
dance again. Dancing was all I had and now it’sgone. She was supposed to
be my friend. We were going to room together, go to the same performing arts
academy. Oh God. What if I never walk again?”
Zack went utterly still with shock. As gently as he could, considering he was
shaking with rage, he pulled her away, just enough that he could evaluate her
legs. He hadn’t seen them before. He’d been too focused on Lana and the knife
she’d held and the fear in Alyssa’s eyes.
And what he saw horrified him.
The leotards she’d worn in her recital were torn and bloodied, impossibly
stretched by massive swelling caused by trauma to the kneecaps. He’d never felt
so sick in his life. Not since the day…
He shook his head, refusing to go back to that time in his life. There was a
young girl who needed him right now. He was all that had stood between her and
death. And to her, such a devastating injury was tantamount to death.
He very carefully slid one arm underneath her thighs, above the backs of her
knees and below her behind and the secured his other arm around her upper body,
hooking it underneath her armpit.
“This will hurt, honey, but I have to get you out of here and to a hospital
where it’s safe. Perhaps your injuries aren’t as severe as you fear.”
Devastation and doubt were clear in her tear-swollen eyes, but she clamped her
lips shut and leaned into him, not uttering a single sound as he lifted her and
carried her past Lana who was still handcuffed to the chair.
“What about me?” Lana shrieked. “You shot me!”
Zack turned his cold gaze on her, ensuring Alyssa’s head was tucked firmly
beneath his chin, her face buried against his neck so she would no longer have
to lay eyes on her torturer.
“Sue me,” he growled.
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THE SLOW BURN SERIES
KEEP ME SAFE: A
SLOW BURN NOVEL
By Maya Banks
Devereaux discovers his younger sister, Tori, is kidnapped, he quickly turns to
an unlikely source for help: Ramie St. Claire, a beautiful and sensitive woman
with a psychic gift for finding answers others cannot. The two quickly find out
their chemistry is undeniable and an intimate relationship follows.
While Ramie can
connect to victims and alert authorities to their locations, her ability comes
with a steep price. Every time she uses it, she experiences the same torture as
the victim. Helping the infuriatingly attractive and impatient Caleb find his
sister nearly kills her. Even though his sexual intensity draws her like a
magnet, she needs to get as far away from him as she can.
for the pain he has caused, Caleb is determined to make things right. But just
when he thinks Ramie’s vanished forever, she reappears. This time she’s the one
in trouble and is in desperate needs of his help. Caleb will risk everything,
including his heart, to protect her from a relentless and cruel murderer, who
will stop at nothing and no one until he gets to Ramie.
IN HIS KEEPING:
A SLOW BURN NOVEL
By Maya Banks
Arial knows the
rules that keep her safe. She’s been following them since she was a little
girl: Do not tell. Do not show. But in a moment of terror, facing an attacker
intent on taking more than just her life, she has no choice but to unleash the
psychic powers she’s been hiding since childhood.
Now, with Ari’s
abilities revealed, a bigger threat looms - something that makes her question
everything she thought she knew about her parents and her secretive upbringing.
But this isn’t a fight she can face on her own.
As the head of
Devereaux Security, Beau Devereaux is no stranger to the bizarre. But when he
takes on a new client--a beautiful young woman with an extraordinary gift--Beau
isn’t prepared for the extent of his attraction to her. What began as a simple
assignment quickly turns personal as he discovers he’ll do anything it takes to
protect Ari, the woman he loves.