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Thrust Into Danger is hot, plus romantic, plus suspenseful, and the supernatural powers really kick up the heat!
Thrust into Danger – part of the Phoenix Agency series. Erotic Paranormal Suspense.
Together, they’ll expose an unspeakable crime, while falling under each other’s spell.
Ex-cop and telekinetic Gaby Peña heads security at a private boarding school. She never expected a student to go missing on her watch. Desperate to find the girl, she contacts The Phoenix Agency.
Nick Torres, a telepath, is everything she’s wanted in a man: tall, dark, sexy as hell, and caring. During his time as a SEALs combat medic, he witnessed catastrophic injuries, but nothing prepared him for the horror of a kid disappearing. Moved by Gaby’s concern and captivated by the remarkable woman she is, he joins her in a search for the missing teen.
Their hunt takes them from San Antonio to Mexico and back, where they unearth a criminal conspiracy neither could have imagined…one that will threaten Gaby’s life.
The young woman seated there looked early thirties, her profile to him, gaze on the window. Gauzy sunlight streamed through the panes, accentuating the gold highlights in her thick brown hair.
Those glossy locks skimmed her shoulders, promising to be as soft as her tawny skin.
His mouth went dry.
Like him, she’d worn a T-shirt and jeans. Hers looked way better. Few women he’d known could match her curves. Succulent was his first thought. Womanly and ripe his next. Precisely the way a female should be.
Heat poured through him, weakening his limbs and stiffening his cock.
She shifted in her seat and looked over, meeting his gaze. Her features were island sultry, mouth plush.
His chest tightened.
Her lips parted. Carnal heat and female interest registered in her eyes.
A pale-green chair slid to the left, away from him, no human hands touching it.
An invisible wind stirred the plants in here and the glass things hanging from the ornate light fixtures above their heads.
Those decorative items made tinkling sounds, punctuating the soft Latin music.
At the faint noise, she glanced upward.
Oh shit, shit, shit.
Her thoughts sounded in his mind as clearly as if she’d spoken. As a telepath, he heard internal comments at times, usually from people who had nothing to hide. When it came to sociopaths and career criminals, he was shit outta luck. They kept their nasty plans to themselves. So much for having para abilities that should have helped rather than annoyed.
A flush tinted her cheeks, further betraying her embarrassment.
No need. He liked her deepened color and already knew about her wayward telekinetic gift, the details in her file.
“Hey. Ms. Peña?” He stopped at her side, offering an easy smile and his hand. “Nick Torres from Phoenix.”
Desire, or an emotion close to it, blurred her gaze. For a second. She blinked, collected herself, and slipped her hand into his.
Her soft, warm skin made his hair stand on end, while her scent—something flowery yet also decadent—brought to mind an evening on the beach, moonlight, a soft breeze, heated flesh. His balls tightened. He wanted to speak but couldn’t.
It was freaking glorious. There simply wasn’t another way to describe the welcome she offered him, her pure effortless joy. Countless soldiers had braved endless wars to return home to a smile like hers.
She said something.
He’d been too busy lusting, rather than listening, but did enjoy her smoky voice. The way a woman sounds when she’s aroused. “I’m sorry, what?”
Her eyes sparkled, green flecks complementing the hazel tint. “Call me Gaby. Sit. Please.” She withdrew her hand from his and gestured to a chair.
He would have preferred to stand and touch her clear through the afternoon, but assumed his professional demeanor, as he should, and sat.