What if you could read minds during sex? What if the government wanted to exploit you for your ability?
Fiona Vetter has spent her life hiding her sexual mind-reading power, pretending to have normal, safe powers like the rest of her family. When her charade results in the death of an innocent woman, her life of lies unravels. With nowhere else to turn, she retreats to the Wiccan Haus.
To expose her as an enemy of his government, Armando Verdad follows Fiona to the Wiccan Haus. Her beauty dazzles him, her personality seduces him, and her web of lies intrigues him. But with his career and the safety of his countrymen on the line, only the truth matters.
The harder Fiona tries to keep Armando away, the more she falls for him. When enemies come searching for her, she is forced to trust him to protect her life and her psychic lies, but nothing can protect her heart.
Fiona dropped her fork. How could her soul have picked him
for her mate? The Fates played cruel jokes, and, once again, they did so at her
expense. “The vetter was trying her best.”
“Her best to do what?” He gripped her arm a bit tighter.
“To be a vetter.” By the Goddess, she’d tried so hard. Her
failure had cost an innocent woman her life.
He rubbed his hand along her arm, his face breaking into a
smile again. “You know, I believe you’re right.”
A fat lot of good that did for Lizbet. She dropped her gaze
to his hand. “Why are you always touching me?” She didn’t know him well enough
to warrant the constant contact, but pleasure sizzled under her skin at his
touch. She didn’t deserve to enjoy anything.
He smiled wider. “I can’t stop myself. You feel the
connection, don’t you?”
She couldn’t have a connection to a man who scorned people
who didn’t use their powers for the greater good, not when she’d built the
foundation of her life on denying her true powers. “I’m actually not a tactile person.”
After speaking such a big lie, she couldn’t continue to look
him in the eye, not with all her powers concentrated in the most intimate
tactile experience possible.
His grin split wider. “I’d love the chance to prove you
wrong.”
And when he did, she’d know his thoughts. She’d know how
much he despised the woman who claimed to be a vetter and allowed the
commander’s beloved daughter to lifebond with a man who would murder her. Fiona
had come to the Wiccan Haus to get away from the public’s hatred and scorn, not
see it behind Armando’s beautiful smile and feel it no matter how warm and
gentle his hands.
She shoved away from the table and ran for the exit.
“I didn’t mean to offend you. I meant it as a compliment,”
he called after her.
The dining room quieted around her. Everyone stared. Once
again, she drew the bad kind of attention. But she couldn’t stop.
Despite her desire to be a simple vetter, without real
vetting powers that life could only be a lie. The truth, however, was far worse
than a life of lies.
Wiccan Haus Series
ISBN: 978-1-61333-859-9
Length: 26,500 words
Genre: erotic romance, paranormal romance, psychic, contemporary
romance
Sara Daniel writes what she loves to
read—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. She
battles a serious NASCAR addiction, was once a landlord of two uninvited
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