The Gifted Series
Sara Markham is used to secrets. She has two of her own: her
paranormal powers, and her father's unsolved murder twenty years ago. The first
is a secret she can't divulge, and the other she yearns to unravel.
When her archaeology firm is tapped to excavate a ruin in
Shetland, Sara accepts eagerly, hoping it will help solve the mystery of her
father's death. But she doesn't anticipate Ian Waverly, a wildlife biologist
whose questions worry her even as his rugged magnetism fascinates her. Ian's
more connected to her gifts than she knows, and far more than he wants to
admit.
Enemies on sight, Ian and Sara struggle to fight the
attraction that blazes between them. But when they are confronted with a
decades-old web of lies and corruption, they discover the truth: only together
can they heal the heartaches brought by the very darkest of secrets.
Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 324
Word Count: 81572
978-1-61217-816-5 Paperback
978-1-61217-817-2 Digital
Excerpt:
“How did you get telekinesis?” Ian demanded.
“It’s not like they hand it out in stores!” said Sara. “It
just happened one day. I didn’t know what it was, and I was too scared to tell
my parents. I was afraid of it for a long time.”
“And now you’re not.”
His flat, blunt words stabbed at her heart. He might as well
have slapped her down into a seat in an interrogation room. They traded stares.
“Yeah. Now I’m not.”
“When did your father die? How did he die?”
Her thoughts flew to the amulet in Ian’s pocket. “What has
any of this got to do with my father?”
“Maybe nothing. Could be more. This stuff might be genetic.”
Icy dread crawled across her skin. This time, she did hug
herself. “I’m done talking to you.”
Quick as lightning, he reached forward and snatched the boat
keys from the ignition. “This necklace has to be important if you’re willing to
risk being shot to fix it, Sara. That’s not even going there about you risking
me being shot at. You’re not getting it back until you talk.”
She felt naked. Worse than she had at the inlet. Then, she’d
seen desire in his eyes.
Now, she saw only hatred. “This isn’t about me,” she said,
startled. “It’s about you.”
“Never mind me,” he snapped.
“What is it?” she asked. “What happened to you?”
“How did your father die?”
Pain and betrayal surged anew through every cell in her
body, and that little girl from twenty years ago gave a silent wail of outrage.
“He. Was. Murdered.”
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