THEY WHISPER TO HER, AND SHE LISTENS...
CAN THE DEAD TALK?
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January can talk to dead people, a gift she's inherited from her mother's line. You'll probably call her a psychic and to some people, that can be exciting. But January thinks, really—who wants to see dead people?
It all started years ago, when her best friend Lori sneaked out of a sleep-over night. January helped the police find her dead body after Lori's ghost told her where to find it. She wishes then she can also find murderers.
Then the FBI asks her help in finding a missing young woman Lori's age. The case reminds her too much of that night years ago, and she goes with them to help.
One of the agents is Det. Ashton Sterling, a man who seems fascinated with her peculiar talent. And when his eyes focuses on her, she feels alive.
Is she ready to let him into her life? Is she willing to risk him shunning her as so many others have?
Or has she found a special gift in Agent Sterling that someone like her can only dream about — the promise of true love?
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THEY WERE already kissing when January fumbled the door open. They fell against it, their mouths melting together, their tongues exploring.
She had wondered since she first laid eyes on Ash what it would be like to kiss him, and the reality was so much sweeter than she could have dreamed.
He was kissing her all over, stroking the back of her neck, nuzzling her lips, her ears. She leaned her neck back for more, loving the heat of his lips on her body, giving herself up to the sensations. He picked her up and she wound her legs around him, feeling light as a feather in his arms.
He carried her into the bedroom and placed her gently on her back in the bed.
"How did you know which door it was?" she asked, between kisses.
"Detective," he said, his mouth too busy to say much more. He moved his hands under her blouse, sliding upward to her full breasts, kneading them as he cupped each one. His hands moved behind her back and unhooked her bra in one smooth gesture. His fingertips slipped underneath and brushed her erect nipples lightly, sending shocks of pure pleasure through her body.
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