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She has new powers, but is she strong enough to control them when old enemies arise?
Twin kids are being abducted across the country–with one left behind drugged and positioned like a corpse, while the other vanishes faster than a lightning strike. No sound, no trace, no clue.
Forensic artist Molly Nyland is determined to find the kidnappers and the lost kids, and while she’s come to terms with her bizarre ability to detect when someone holds back the whole truth, she does not have time to master new powers that may burn her alive. To complicate matters more, her sexy detective boyfriend still struggles with PTSD while cultivating his own strange new abilities.
Then because child abductors, unpredictable supernatural talents, and PTSD aren’t enough, Molly and her boyfriend must join with Molly’s ex in order to solve the case of the missing kids. The increased strain threatens to break their relationship, and that’s before old foes resurface to hunt Molly again.
The only way for her to find the missing children and combat the enemy…is by jumping straight into the rising storm.
FLASH OF FATE Excerpt
Des’s other hand brushed Molly’s hair back and then trailed down the ridge of her ear and the line of her jaw. He released her mouth, and his lips followed the path his fingertip had taken. “Come to bed with me,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
She wanted to protest. He needed his rest, and they needed to sort out so much emotional stuff instead of being physically intimate, but she knew it was a lost cause. She’d never been able to say no to Des. She opened her lips to say okay, but as he scraped his teeth along her jawline, down her neck, and lightly bit her collar bone, all she could utter was a loud moan.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating inside her ribcage. Standing up, he scooped her into his arms and strode into the bedroom. His long legs only needed a few steps before he dropped her onto the comforter, leaning over her and claiming another long deep kiss.
She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down further, but he resisted, bracketing her with his hands and holding himself up. Tracing her arms over his shoulder and down his arms, she reveled in the feel of his hard biceps and forearm muscles flexing under her touch. She released his lips and nipped his jaw.
Des growled and leaned back. His eyes blazed in the semi-darkness created by the pulled window shades. He pulled the tie over his head and flung it across the room.
Molly scooted up on her knees and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling the sides apart, she paused to admire his chiseled chest and abs. She traced a finger from his collar bone down the middle of his chest and then along the line of dark hair that his pants interrupted.
“You’re killing me,” Des rumbled, flinging the shirt in the same direction as the tie.
“Nothing wrong with admiring the goods,” Molly whispered, leaning back to see him in all of his bare-chested glory.
“That’s enough,” Des chuckled. “My turn.” He rolled onto the bed, pulling her on top of him. Making quick work of her plain t-shirt and yoga pants, he soon had her stripped down to her underwear. She straddled him, looking down into his eyes. Who knew that plain, cotton turquoise panties and bra set could draw that much admiration from a man?
Des’s eyes shone, and he traced the trail of freckles starting at her shoulder and down into her cleavage. Her lightning scars got the same revered treatment. “So beautiful,” Des murmured. “A true warrior.”
She felt herself blush, but luckily, he couldn’t see it in the low light. Leaning down, she bit his lower lip and then soothed the sting with her tongue before claiming his mouth fully with hers. Their tongues thrust and twisted, playing a familiar game of give and take while she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. She scraped her nails down the part of the path of hair she’d missed before. Her fingers hit the band of his boxer briefs, and she lowered it to release him. Murmuring a sound of approval, she wrapped her fingers around his hardness and gently stroked him.
“You’re killing me,” Des groaned. He gripped her hips and rolled her beneath him, unbuttoning her bra as he did.
Clever man.