Someone wants Skye Hunter’s son and they’re willing to kill her or anyone else to get to him. On the run for her life, she is forced to turn to the only person who can help her—a complete stranger with a shared past—David Bishop, a renowned illusionist.
David’s life is also an illusion, built of smoke and little else. He meets Skye, a woman filled with passion and conviction, and the pain he sees in her eyes is a mirror to his own soul. But when he realizes she has the same strange, telekinetic phenomenon inside her body that he does, he is forced to question his life, his childhood and the father who raised him. Can these two lost souls uncover the mystery behind their powers and save Skye’s son and themselves in the process?
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Grabbing from the get go with character so well written they could be your neighbors, this story is wonderful.The story line itself is a wonderful combing of reality and supernatural. Fast paced and intriguing. The mystery and suspense takes you and never lets go until the end.
Ms. Thomson really knows how to relate to her reads. This novel was very well written and enjoyable.
A wild romance ensues as does this reader's new found love of this author.
Recommenced for anyone who loves a fast paced, a few twists and an ending to wrap it all perfectly.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
H.D. Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where she graduated from the University of Arizona with a B.S. in Business Administration with a major in accounting. After working in the corporate world as an accountant, H.D. changed her focus to one of her passions-books. She owned and operated an online bookstore for several years and then started Bella Media Management. The company specializes in web sites, video trailers, ebook conversion and promotional resources for authors and small businesses. When she is not heading her company, she is following her first love-writing.
Skye’s lips parted as he moved closer. The air conditioner on his damp skin didn't cool his suddenly heated skin.
She edged backward.
He inched forward.
“Okay, Bishop.” The ice-cubes rattled in her glass as she set it on the counter with a snap. “That's close enough.”
“Why? Am I getting to you?”
“Of course not.”
He stroked a knuckle along the tender skin below her ear. “Then why is your pulse fluttering like a terrified mouse?”
“That must be your imagination.” Her throat flexed as she swallowed, but she didn't step away. Her nipples pressed against the thin cotton of her shirt, tempting him to cup and caress both breasts until they tightened even more beneath his touch.
She raised her hand as if to pull his away, but he caught her wrist and brought her palm to his mouth. He licked the fleshy part below her index finger, inhaling her distinct lavender and feminine scent. At her indrawn breath, doubts of her lack of sexual interest in him scattered. David smiled against her hand with satisfaction.
Soon. If not tonight, there’d be another time when he’d have her spilling her hidden agenda from between those delectable lips.
He lifted his thumb from her inner wrist and brushed his mouth over her rapid pulse. He tasted salt and a possibility of something more. From above her hand, he watched for a reaction as he murmured against the warmth of her skin, “What is it about you that keeps me off balance and ties me in knots? You don’t know how much I want to pull off your clothes and take you here on the floor.”
Skye’s chest rose and fell in quick succession as the color of delicate rose bloomed into her cheeks and melded with the dusting of her freckles. The desire that flared into her eyes hit him in the gut.
David wanted her, wanted her more than he could remember wanting a woman.
His grip on her wrist tightened. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and applied pressure to the small of her back until her body grazed his. The cool cotton of her shirt and shorts brushed against his bare stomach and legs.
He released her wrist and caught her chin between a finger and thumb, urging her to look up and meet the hunger he knew burned in his eyes. “I think you like being this close.”
He didn't wait for an answer. Hell, he knew, she'd come up with an argument if he gave her more than a second. He lowered his head, and the touch of her lips dragged a rattling sigh from his own. The taste of her, warm, female and alluring urged him to take more than a fleeting kiss. He held off. Savoring the moment. The anticipation.