It's been years since Seattle cop Jessica Hammond thought of the boy who broke her heart in high school. So when she is caught in a hail of bullets and facing certain death, she has no idea why it's Nathan's face that flashes into her mind. Jessica survives unharmed and is deeply unsettled by the experience. Desperate to escape her thoughts, she jumps on a plane to Vegas.
The intrigue deepens when she discovers that Nathan is also there, performing his New Age magic act in a large casino. Drawn to the show, she is mesmerized by him. When Nathan takes her to his bed and unleashes a different kind of magic, Jessica knows that the fates brought them together. But Nathan can't protect her from the curse of his heritage and Jessica soon learns that loving him could take her life.
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Those eyes of his held me in his spell as he drew nearer and the room faded away again. Finally he was close enough to touch and it seemed so natural to lace my fingers through his when he offered me his hand. The older woman demanding his attention seemed oblivious somehow to the sensual heat radiating between Nathan and me and I wanted to plead with her to go away so I could have him to myself. As the thought crossed my mind, his thumb tucked inside our clasped hands and brushed across my palm. I might have moaned aloud, I can't swear I didn't. All I know is that I had to bite down on my lip when his touch sent an aching ripple through my body down to my groin. He turned to me and smiled and I almost believed he knew what he'd done. His gaze locked with mine and the ache intensified, throbbing and pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I suddenly became aware that the woman had moved away. Maybe I had groaned out loud. But I didn't really care.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
The sound of his wonderful voice broke through my trance and my gaze darted down to watch his lips forming around the words. When I looked up again, he was staring at my mouth the way I had his. I smiled and his eyelids closed a little more as he sucked in a harsh breath.
"Eventually. Once I knew you weren't dead inside that horrible contraption."
Nathan took a step closer, backing me into a corner and I had to tilt my head to look into his face. His breath caressed my forehead, cool against my heated flesh. His lips were so temptingly close that all I had to do to take the taste I'd craved for fifteen years was raise up on tip-toe and press my mouth to his. But I didn't move, couldn't in fact. The rejected teenager residing in a tiny corner of my brain just wasn't brave enough to make the first move without being certain that the boy, who hadn't wanted her, was now a man who truly did.
That didn't stop my thoughts going exactly where they pleased though. I saw myself trailing my hands up his arms and over his shoulders, until they met his glorious dark hair, and I buried my fingers in the shiny strands and dragged his head down to meet mine.
Nathan laughed - a dark, rich sound that I could almost feel. "I can't kiss you, Jess. Not here. Once I start, I won't want to stop."
Erotic Interracial/ Reincarnation/ Suspense]
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