For Daughtry a simple brush of skin is devastating, the most innocent touch floods her mind with images of death. After months of isolating herself from everyone and everything she’d ever known, a chance encounter with a man from her past brings her hope for the first time since the visions began. But that hope comes with a price: the pursuit of vicious enemies who would force her to use her ability to manipulate death for their own gain.
In an instant her entire world changes and instead of hiding from her life, Daughtry has to fight for the freedom to live it. But with the fight comes the opportunity to recognize her power’s full potential and maybe, just maybe, a chance to find her true love.
Daughtry frowned both at the tone and the words. “But your magic. I’ve seen it. It’s—”
“Uncontrollable. Dangerous. Unreliable.” He turned his head away. “I’m a menace in the field. A liability.” She could almost see the quotation marks. That was something he’d heard many times over.
A small seed of something grew in her heart. Affection, perhaps more. But she wasn’t ready to admit it, even to herself.
Instead, she said the only thing she could think of. “You saved my life. I’d take that kind of liability any day.” She reached over and clasped his hand. “Thank you.” She rose on tiptoe to press a kiss against his cheek.
Gratitude that he trusted her enough to share the truth, to expose his vulnerable underbelly, filled her, bolstering the hope in her soul. She stepped back.
He, seemingly ill-content with her gesture, swooped down and took her lips.
A blaze of heat swelled inside her, threatening to melt her spine.
Despite moonlighting as a zookeeper and then a dog trainer, Elise decided that the only mammals she wanted to work with were her dark and sexy heroes and heroines. She inherited her love of reading from her mother and grandmother who dutifully kept stacks of romances where her teenaged fingers could easily pilfer them. She lives in Northern California with her three dogs, two energetic (read crazy) boys, and her awesome (see prior comment) husband.
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