T.J. Spade
“We can form a plan in the morning, but, until then …” He nipped at the lobe of Makayla’s left ear and worked his way down her neck. He traversed her jugular and felt her pulse throb enticingly. Caleb ran his hands down Makayla’s lean torso and sprung a pajama button free with his exploration.
“Who cares about tomorrow?!” She rose up and kissed Caleb’s neck and then his jawline. He was only wearing pajama pants and she quickly got those out of the way. Makayla shimmied down between those lemon-scented sheets and found him alert and waiting.
Caleb Everett is an artist, a psychic, a police consultant … a fugitive. For as long as he can remember Caleb has been able to see into the minds of murderers – he knows what makes them tick, and he knows what they’re planning … until now.
This time around, Caleb doesn’t know who to trust – everyone has an agenda, and his father, Raymond Everett, is the spider at the centre of a vast web of corruption and murder. With the help of a beautiful, but ruthless assassin, Raymond plans to send his son to Hell once and for all.
Who can Caleb protect when no-one is safe?
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