T.J. Spade
Letting her gaze slip lower still Makayla absorbed the thrill of knowing that everything she saw was hers. Utterly captivated she pressed her body against Caleb’s chiselled frame. That was all the encouragement he needed and his strong arms lifted her off the ground. Pressed none too gently against the steaming shower wall she revelled in the thrill of contact and kissed Caleb roughly before pulling back to nip lightly at his bottom lip. She clung to him, her hands roaming over his shoulders and back, gently brushing over burn scars from long ago.
Caleb Everett knows murder. He’s seen inside the minds of psychopaths, sociopaths and the deranged, and witnessed crimes of passion, hate, opportunity and revenge. But Caleb Everett isn’t a profiler or a cop … he’s a psychic.
Teaming up with Homicide Detective Jack Rafferty, he uses his ability to catch murderers before they kill again, and potential murderers before they kill at all. This time around Caleb has two cases demanding his attention; one perpetrator out for revenge and a serial killer sending sinners to Hell at the flick of a match. And if that isn’t enough to deal with, Caleb also has a target on his back.
Someone wants his world to unravel and is plucking at the threads. If Caleb succeeds in solving these cases will he be damning himself by saving the innocent?
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