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by Nancy Henderson
Description: Maggie Webb never considered her ability a gift. In fact, seeing dead people has put quite a damper on her life. When a demon shows up seeking revenge, all hell breaks loose. An even bigger problem: he passes out in her home then wakes up with no memory whatsoever. Cole Turner is back from Hell, and he's going to make Maggie pay. Maggie's "gift" is blocking his mission of stealing souls. However, coming to Earth without permission from The Dark One has cut his ties to Hell and caused him to lose his memory. He no longer knows Maggie Webb as his enemy but sees her as the only person who can help him discover who, or what, he really is. The attraction Maggie feels toward him is undeniable, but if Cole regains his memory he may try to destroy her once again. And if the Dark One finds him.... Can Maggie break the bonds of Hell?
eBook Publisher: Champagne Books, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [194 KB]
Reading time: 113-159 min.
Maggie stilled in his arms. Cole wouldn't have put it past her to jam her knee in his groin, but she just stared at him, her dark eyes wide like a cornered animal. "You don't believe me."
There was betrayal in her tone. Hurt. Cole loosened his grip and she immediately relaxed.
She was warm fluid beneath his fingers. Cole rubbed his thumbs against the pulse points of her wrists. Her life force beat strong beneath skin that was softer than anything Cole had felt in a lifetime, maybe longer.
The rage melted and was quickly replaced with something warmer than the skin he was touching. He leaned into her. The car's shifter punched his gut, but it hurt less than not touching her.
He ran two fingers gently along the edge of her turtleneck, slowly inching it away from her neck.
"I won't hurt you."
Cole pressed his lips against the darkest bruise, gently, barely touching, he lingered there, his breath hard and labored. The shifter dug into his side. Even more painful was his cock, which was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.
He wanted her. If he were dead, how the hell could he want her so badly?