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Deadly Vision
by Kris Norris

Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Book one in the 'Til Death Series A dark voice summons her in the night, and Fallon can't deny the truth...the visions are back. But will these be her last? As a 911 operator, Fallon Kinkade loves her job, but lately, it isn't enough. And it doesn't seem to keep the memories of her ex-lover, Gil, and the surreal last night she spent with him and his partner, Charlie, at bay. She still dreams of him every night, leaving her hot, wet and so damn horny she could cry. She'd do anything to have one more night with him. But when the city's latest serial killer starts phoning her cell, and throws her headlong into the investigation, not to mention Gil's arms, will she play the part of the duty-bound professional? Or will she do everything she can to ensure the killer isn't the only one who'll wear Gil's handcuffs? Federal Agent Gil Grant has only two problems. He can't catch a break on his newest case and he can't forget Fallon. He remembers - in vivid detail - how he controlled the bedroom. But she'd never take him back...or would she? When a strange twist reunites them, will he let his past keep him from showing her how much he still cares? Or will he remind her screaming isn't only for when you're afraid.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: March 2010

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"9-1-1, do you need police, fire..."

"I need the fucking cops!"

Fallon bit back a curse, curbing her urge to hang up, as she spoke calmly into the phone. "Where do you need the police?"

She heard the man tell someone to shut the hell up as he breathed heavily into the phone. "There's a fucking fight going on here, so stop asking me questions and send the damn cops!"

"It's hard to send the police when I don't know where you are, sir." Fallon kept her voice cool and detached, knowing any increase in her tone would set the guy off even more.

"I dialled, 9-1-1. I know you guys trace the fucking calls!"

"Only land lines. You're on a cell, so the only address I get is the repeater you're bouncing off of. So why don't you tell me where you are, and I'll send some help your way."

"God damn, son of a bitch...I said shut up already...just send the cops to Joe's Bar. They'll know where it is."

"What kind of..." The phone went dead. "Bloody typical." She released the line and dialled the number back, not surprised when the asshole's messaging system picked up. "Great. Just great." She typed a few lines onto the screen, shaking her head in disgust. Why the hell jerks like him called the police if they weren't willing to talk to the dispatchers never ceased to amaze her. Seven years on the job and she still hadn't figured it out. She let the sigh she'd been holding back tremble across her lips as she keyed up the radio.

"Bravo one and bravo two, dispatch."

The line hung silent for a few moments before a husky voice surged over the airwaves. "Bravo one. Go ahead, dispatch."

"Are you guys available for the usual down at Joe's bar?"

"Bravo two's clear."

"Yeah, we're clear too, dispatch. Got any details for us?"

"Just the usual dead silence on the other end of the phone," she sighed. "But I could hear the music still playing in the background, so I doubt it's that out of control yet. Other than that, I've got nothing for you." She paused, listening to the men mutter under their breath. "Would it help to say my spider sense is tingling?" she added.

Laughter erupted over the radio. "Thanks, Fallon. We'll be sure to watch our backs."

"Don't forget to give me a shout when you're on scene, and I'll set the timer for you. Let me know if you big strong fellows need any more back-up."

"And distort the God-like images you've developed for us. I don't think so, darling."

Fallon smiled as she cleared the channel and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She knew it wouldn't stop the headache from spreading, but it was all she could do until she slept the bugger away. Damn, she was tired. The dispatch centre had lost more than a few operators over the past few months, and she'd worked more overtime than she cared to count, tonight being no exception.

"Hey. Fallon. What are you still doing here?"

Fallon turned towards the voice, smiling at Jane's watchful expression. "You know me, Jane. I can't seem to get enough of this place."

Jane rolled her eyes as she set her purse down on the desk beside Fallon. "Fourteen hours again?"

"Try eighteen," she replied, answering another call over the radio. She heard Jane mumble beside her, but chose to ignore it. Jane had a husband and a life to go home to. All she had was her mountain bike to keep her company. "Roger, bravo two. Do you want me to leave the channel open or set a five minute timer for you?"

"Timer's fine, Fallon. Just a few redneck boys duking it out in the parking lot. No weapons. I don't anticipate any problems."

"Speak for yourself, Jeff. I just had my nails done," moaned Ken.

Fallon couldn't stop her smile. "I'll chat with you in five, boys."

"Another fist match at Joe's?" asked Jane, clipping her headset in place. "That's the third time this week, and it's only Tuesday."

"Must be the lack of sunshine."

"More like the lack of willing females," she retorted. "I swear men get so worked up when they aren't getting laid."

"This coming from a woman who gets more than her fair share of sex," pointed out Fallon. She watched Jane's face flush a deep red. No doubt she'd made the most of her days off. "You about ready?"

Jane nodded, tapping her computer to life. "Why don't you go home and call it a day... and a night, for that matter." She sighed as three lines lit up at once. "And don't come back for a while, got it?"

"Believe me, nothing will be able to drag me back in here before I've had a couple of days off." She gathered her things, wondering how she'd spend the next forty-eight hours. "Call me later. Maybe we can catch a movie tomorrow?"

"Sounds good, hon. I'll talk to you soon."

Fallon forced a smile as she headed out to her Jeep. Jane meant well, but she seldom called once she left the office. Too much sex, thought Fallon, settling into the driver's seat. God, what she wouldn't give to be in Jane's place. She loved sex. She just wasn't getting any.


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