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Published by: Soul Mate Publishing
Release Date: July 25, 2018
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Maya Wingfield was raised to trust no one—least of all the dueling U.S. and Russian paranormal agencies, Universe and Night Stars, who’d love to harness her mind-reading gift.
She thought Richmond a safe place to escape their influence and hide from a rising psychic malevolence that drove her out of San Diego. But when she gets yet another call to retrieve her drunken roommate, her mind shows her an amber-eyed Universe operative with an impenetrable net around his deepest secret—and a voice that sends shock waves of awareness down her nerve endings.
Maya’s curves and aquamarine eyes aren’t the only things that jolt Ian Sanderson’s mental shields, bringing sexual tension thrumming back to life. It’s a power his Universe-trained mind knows he shouldn’t trust. And a vulnerability that makes his telekinetic power burn in his palms to protect her.
But to Universe, she is just one of too many unanswered questions. A target for Whisper, a shadowy new group of paranormals with powers beyond anything Universe has ever seen. Once before, Ian failed to protect a sensitive from a brain-scrambling attack. He will not fail again . . . even if it means using his talent—or his body—to stop a bullet.
"… a brand new steamy romance series featuring mutants. Dueling US and Russian paranormal agencies with a wildcard new agency in the game. I can’t wait for the next book."
–Susan James Berger, Amazon Reader
Maya concentrated on her breathing until she was lightheaded from hyperventilating. Putting a hand on her wrist Maya was relieved to feel her heartbeat slowing. Ian’s hands were overlapping on his belt buckle, a posture of waiting but not of ease. She noted with little surprise that his palms had a faint red glow in the center. Telekinetic, then. No surprise. He could, in fact, shut the door even if she got it open. She was trapped inside with someone of unknown motives, who may not have her best interests in mind. Universe rarely did, from what her parents had said.
“Um,” she said and stopped. After several moments of silence Maya relaxed and inclined her head. “You’re a big man and the whole thing is a bit sketchy, don’t you think?”
“It’s dodgy, luv, I get that. Do you think I’m dangerous?”
Maya swallowed, wishing she had a glass of water. Silence filled the room, punctuated only by Bobbie’s piteous noises. She noticed that he hadn’t made any move to go from the room. His aura was barely visible in the dim light. Pink and blue banded together, not mixing but staying distinct. Compassion, then, and dedication. No darker emotions, although something lay deep inside, but it was in a place she couldn’t get to.
“Not dangerous per se,” she said. “Not safe either. Thank you for helping Bobbie.”
Ian made an impatient gesture with his hands, waving them first toward Bobbie and then Maya.
“There is a lot we need to discuss.”
“Please,” she said, putting a hand to her head, feeling an incipient headache begin. “Just go.”
He opened his mouth but then shut it. Still he waited, his heavy scrutiny pleading with her to change her mind. She pointed to the door, aware she was being rude, but in that moment not caring. Too much had happened, and she needed him gone.
He retrieved a business card from his wallet and handed it to her. Their hands clasped momentarily, and electricity danced down her forearm. Without looking, Maya curled her fingers around it, but still gestured toward the door. Finally, Ian nodded.
“Call if you need me. We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t,” she replied. “Thank you but I have no interest in any of your groups.”
“You will.” With that, he made a short bow, spun on his heel, and left.
Maya leaned against the door after he had gone. He felt so familiar, but he was Universe. Never trust the government, that’s what her parents had said.
Even if she felt like she should.
“You were right.”
Zared pointed to the door of the motel room, which was now half open. Ian followed his finger and watched, frowning, as a stumbling Bobbie emerged, with Maya right behind her. Maya appeared to be tugging on Bobbie’s sleeve, but Bobbie shrugged her off and continued lurching down the stairs.
Bollocks. He’d been hoping Quillan was wrong. An innocent person did not slip out of their motel room in the wee hours without a good reason.