Dale Mayer
What she doesnâ€™t want...is exactly what he needs. , ,Shunned and ridiculed all her life for something she canâ€™t control, Samantha Blair hides her psychic abilities and lives on the fringes of society. Against her will, however, sheâ€™s tapped into a killerâ€”or rather, his victims. Each womanâ€™s murder, blow-by-blow, ravages her mind until their death releases her back to her body. Sam knows she must go to the authorities, but will the rugged, no-nonsense detective in charge of tracking down the killer believe her? , ,Detective Brandt Sutherland only trusts hard evidence, yet Samâ€™s visions offer clues he needs to catch a killer. The more he learns about her incredible abilities, however, the clearer it becomes that Samâ€™s visions have put her in the killerâ€™s line of fire. Now Brandt must save her from something he cannot see or understandâ€¦and risk losing his heart in the process. , ,As danger and desire collide, passion raises the stakes in a game Sam and Brandt donâ€™t dare lose. , ,Length - 90,000 words. ,Excerpt , ,Agony. Pain. Terror. ,A voice whispered through the blackness of her mind, so odd, so different it caught her attention. She strained to hear the words. ,â€œLet go. Itâ€™s time to let go.â€ ,Sam stared through the flames, stunned. Let go of what? She couldnâ€™t hear over the roaring fire and could barely see, but knowing that someone was there stirred her survival instinct, and she fought with the seatbelt buckle jammed at her side. She was saved. Just another minute and theyâ€™d open the door and pull her free. Sheâ€™d be fine. ,â€œPlease hurry,â€ she cried out. ,â€œLet go. You donâ€™t need to be in there. Let it all go, and come with me.â€ ,She peered through the golden orange windshield to see a strange male face peering at her through the flames. ,He smiled. ,â€œCome with me.â€ ,â€œI want to, damn it. Canâ€™t you see Iâ€™m trapped?â€ she screamed, her vocals crisping in the heat. ,â€œRelease yourself. Come with me. Say yes.â€ ,The pain hit a crescendo. She twisted against it, hearing her spine splinter. The car seat melted into her skin. So much pain, she couldnâ€™t breathe. Blackness crowded into her mind, blessed quiet, soothing darkness. She reached for it. ,â€œLet it go. You donâ€™t need to go through this. Hurry.â€ ,She started. Why wasnâ€™t he opening the door or getting others to help? He should be trying to save her. Shouldnâ€™t he? Sam, so confused and so tired, she could barely feel the pain overtaking her body. Where had he gone? She tried to concentrate. His face was now only a vague outline that rippled with the heat waves. A soft smile played at the corner of his mouth. The flames burned around him, weird as they centered him in the warm glow. She wanted to be with him. To live. ,â€œHere, take my hand.â€ ,Dazed and on the brink of death, Sam focused on the hand reaching for her. She struggled to raise the charred piece of flesh that had been her arm and reached out to grasp his. ,She was free. ,Overwhelmed, she turned to hug her savior, her head just reaching his shoulder. He stood beside her, the same radiant beaming look on his face. His blond hair glowed, and he had the brightest teeth. She sighed. This beautiful man pointed to her right arm. Confused, Sam glanced down at her burned arm, realizing she could feel none of her injuries. Just like her other one, her broken arm had miraculously healed â€“ whole, smooth and soft. Her skin hadnâ€™t looked this good in ten years. ,She spun around to find a massive fireball below. What the hell? She had to be dead.
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