He wants a future with her. She can’t let go of the past. Will their desire be enough?
The Green Earth Commune isn’t all that it seems. When psychic Isabelle de Grey arrives, only her ability to read the past reveals something is terribly amiss. Though her instincts tell her to run, Isabelle can’t say no to a former friend in desperate need of help.
But the turmoil has just begun when FBI profiler Gavin “Mac” MacMillan arrives unexpectedly in Los Angeles. As the passion that has always claimed them heats to beyond boiling, Mac and Isabelle find themselves at a crossroads. Tugged in different directions while confronting both past and future, they find that, when it comes to choice, desire is all that matters.
This book was good! Kept me interested and just a little bit of steaminess…I will be looking into the others!!Kindle Reviewer
It is a great story line and I do love every series of this book. Keep it up. Great work!Kindle Reviewer
Enjoyed it. Love the sex scenes by this author!Goodreads Reviewer
I have a feeling this story is far from over. I am happy to read that Isabelle and Mac's relationship seem to be on track.Goodreads Reviewer
Excellent read!!Kindle Reviewer
Isabelle hadn’t spoken to Yolanda in months and yet it always seemed like just yesterday when she called. They joked about their ‘psychic’ bond.
“Yolanda!” Isabelle said, answering the phone. “It’s so good to hear from you.”
A lot had happened in the last few months. Isabelle couldn’t wait to tell her about Mac.
“We’ll see how good it is,” said the older woman, though Isabelle imagined her smiling. “I have a reading for you.”
Isabelle had been putting dishes away and stopped.
“A client?” she asked. They had been few and far between, especially since being on TV. “You have a client for me?”
“Listen up,” Yolanda said, over-pronouncing. “Reading. Not client. Reading.”
Isabelle set down the dish rag on the edge of the sink.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “A reading?”
“What are you doing right now?” Yolanda asked.
“I’m standing here in the kitchen–”
“Good,” Yolanda said. “I’m rescuing you. Come on down.”
The United terminal at LAX was crowded.
Then again, Mac thought, I’ve probably only seen it flying red-eyes. He followed the signs to baggage claim, a place he had yet to visit. In the past, he’d always used carry-on luggage–the rush to the crime scene more important than packing extra suits.
Though he was in a hurry today, it was the good kind.
He was on his way to see Isabelle.
He picked up the pace and smiled to himself.
It was a good thing she didn’t read the future. It was enough of a challenge being with someone who could see the past. Today’s visit was going to be a surprise, in more ways than one. When they’d said goodbye on the phone last night, he’d almost told her but he didn’t want to get her hopes up.
Hell, I don’t want to get mine up.
With a quick sidestep and tug of his carry-on, he dodged a running toddler.
It’d been a month since they’d seen each other but it’d felt like a year, an empty and frustrating one. He’d managed to extend his last visit two extra weeks. It hadn’t proved too hard since both he and Isabelle had given statements in the arrest of serial killer Prentiss Coulter and been part of evidence collection for the Grand Jury hearing. Though Mac had found and rescued Isabelle before Prentiss could perform his ritualistic kill, he’d tortured her. Isabelle’s nightmares had only just started to fade when he’d had to return to Quantico.
Mac picked up the carry-on and took the stairs instead of the crowded escalator. A suitcase, a shuttle ride to the rental cars, and a trafficky drive downtown and Mac would be with her.
He took the steps two at a time.