Touch Me


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Telepathic abilities are a bitch and a blessing

Shattered by the murder of her father, Grace Taylor has lost her passion for life, and swears she’ll never dance again. But a telepathic connection with a stranger sparks feelings, fears, and memories she can’t escape.

From the first moment Agent Logan MacMaster hears Grace’s “touch me” in his head, he knows he can’t walk away from her cry for help. But reaching the intriguing woman who’s buried her feelings and abilities beneath an impenetrable armor requires all his gifts      and then some.

Will unveiling the secrets buried in Grace’s mind allow her to live again, find love, and dance? Or will a forgotten promise cost her everything?





Chapter 1

Grace shuddered as unbearable memories fought to surface.  She wrenched open the door and stepped into a whirling of unfamiliar energy.

Heart slamming against her ribs, she scanned the garage, saw the smooth concrete and shiny cars one would expect. She tipped her head, opened her senses, and listened carefully.

Nothing. Just nerves, she thought. Must beat the panic. Stay in control. Get to the car.

But the parking spot was empty—except for the sign on the wall she’d missed when she’d arrived. With a groan at her own stupidity, she scurried back to the elevator room and grabbed the doorknob. It refused to open. She circled to the other door, but it, too, was locked.

Frustration took the edge off her fear.

“Five floors below the flippin’ city and I have to walk out,” she muttered as she began the trek. Narrow spiked-heels assaulted the concrete with angry intent, echoes bounced, while a new tingling of awareness crawled up her spine.

*    *    *

Logan held his position at the side window of the surveillance vehicle, adrenaline hovering, waiting at the edge. A warning flickered through him before he heard the sound. He slipped his hand into the black curtain, edged it open a fraction, and, for a moment, he was just a man, not a special agent.

The woman was stunning. Long, lean, sun-kissed skin with dark silk sliding over sexy curves.

“Son of a bitch.” he growled.

“What? What is it?” The team leader’s voice rattled through his earpiece.

“I thought they secured this place.”

“Done. Elevator doors electronically frozen. Garage doors same.”

“Bullshit. There’s a woman walking toward me.”


She was less than fifty feet away now. He sucked in a breath and muttered, “Drop-dead-fucking-gorgeous-woman.”

Her head came up like a startled gazelle.

Carter’s voice cut in. “Shit. Get her contained. We can’t have a civilian in the middle of this. Into the van now! Two minutes max to target.”

Logan slipped out and watched her from behind a concrete pillar.

She stopped, eyes wide, searching, took a couple more steps then leaned down to jerk off her shoes. The slit up the side of her skirt gaped open. He tore his attention away from the long smooth leg in time to catch a glimpse of luscious breast pressing against the top of the silky dress. She straightened, reached up to push the sun streaked mass of hair back from her face, and he stepped in front of her, badge in hand.

“Police, ma’am.”

He barely saw the flash of panic in her golden eyes before she spun and ran for her life.

“Shit.” Caught flat-footed, he dug deep to catch up.

“What?” Carter’s voice came through the ear-piece. “What’s going on?”

“Rabbit,” he growled as he stretched to grab her by the shoulder.

NO!” she screamed, twisting around with every ounce of flight morphing into fight and driving her knee deep into his groin.

Ugh.” It was a grunt, followed by a groan and other unintelligible guttural sounds, pieces of words. Hot seething pain shot up through him, sucked the breath from his lungs. Her arm swung and he took the full force of shoes—with matching evening bag—across his left ear.


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