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Having spent
most of her life avoiding people and hiding her
psychic gifts, Rain was shocked when the new Psi Alliance asked her to join.
She didn’t count on the rigorous training or needing all of her Native American
knowledge to complete the course. And if only she could ignore her attraction
to her devilishly handsome
instructor.
Jess shows
up to train a new psychic recruit and the crazy woman
shoots him in the doorway. His new student is the raven-haired beauty
who’d once saved his life. Trying to keep his focus on survival training is hard
enough without the added stress of a rogue government agency trying to kill
them.
Escaping
danger leads them directly into each other’s
arms. The only question is—can they survive long enough to find comfort there?
The howling wind and Yas sitting up at the end
of the bed brought her awake. There was no light in the bedroom, but the glow
of firelight framed Jess in the doorway.
“Are you okay?” She had no idea why she asked.
It was an instinct, a habit, check on everyone else before you worry about
yourself.
He didn’t move. “I didn’t lie to you.”
Sleep still poked at her brain. “When? What are
you talking about?”
Jess stepped closer. Yas growled. Rain sat up
and patted the dog’s head. The chilly air on her nipples reminded her that she
was naked under the blankets. She clutched at the covers.
“In the field today, when I said you’d make a
good agent, it was the truth.” His voice hummed with intensity.
“You just don’t want to risk your life to train
me. I get it. Don’t worry about it.” She wanted to feel as unaffected by the
idea as she sounded, but her chest tightened with loss. It was insane, but she
felt the loss of a man who didn’t care about her and he was standing in the
same room.
“No.” He moved closer to the bed.
“No? No what?”
“That’s not why I’m asking for a reassignment.”
Yas jumped to the floor and lay down in the
doorway.
Rain sat carefully keeping the blanket covering
her. “Why then?”
She might have asked more, but Jess’s body
hovered over hers. He loomed and the air between them crackled with energy. “I
can’t be your teacher because all I can think about is how soft your lips look,
how the curve of your hips would feel under my palm and how perfect it would be
to bury my cock deep inside you.”
“Oh.” Her nipples hardened to pebbles and the
sheets felt as if they were sandpaper on the sensitive tips. Moisture pooled
between her legs with every word he said. The stupid one word response left a
yawning gap in the awkward conversation.
His lips were barely visible in the dim room,
but he was close enough to feel his warm breath just before his mouth brushed
hers. “I shouldn’t be your instructor because I want you.”
She responded to the kiss, her mouth opened for
him and he tugged on her bottom lip. Warmth spread throughout her body in spite
of the chill in the room. She cursed the layer of heavy blankets between them.
Every naughty thought she’d entertained and then brushed aside during the past
few days, bounced happily around in her head once again. He wanted her. The
idea alone was sensual. Jess’ weight pressed her into the mattress.
“It’s too much of a distraction to care about
you in this way. My instinct is to protect you and I can’t separate the woman
from the agent.”
Other Books in the Psychic Mates Series
A.S. Fenichel
gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and
pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked
back.
A.S. adores
writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little
mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and
she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a
good story.
Multi-published in erotic,
paranormal, contemporary and historical romance, with several books currently
contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be bringing you her brand of
romance for many years to come.
Originally from New York,
she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with
her real
life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys
cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her
garden.
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