with a secret…
The Federal Paranormal Unit is an elite squad of supernaturals dedicated to
solving missing persons cases. Erica’s gift allows her a special connection
with the crime, but it comes at a deep personal cost… Until now, she’s kept her
gift a secret, even from the other members of the team. But this case will
throw her together with Agent Trent Buchanan. He’s the object of her secret
desires, but he’s also a cocky womanizer. She’d rather swim in shark-infested
waters with a paper cut than admit she has feelings for him.
with one desire…
Wolf Shifter Trent wants Erica more than he’s ever wanted any woman. He’s spent
years patiently waiting for her to admit that she wants him too. Working
one-on-one in a race to find a serial killer, Trent’s patience and Erica’s
resolve wear thin. When Trent discovers the truth about Erica, will he accept
her for who she is? And can he protect her from the horrors that her gift
that pushes them to the edge…
Erica will have to risk it all if she wants to stop the killer, and when she
does, Trent may have to put his own life on the line to make sure his mate is
the Casanova walking beside her, hating how good he looked in his black T-shirt
and ass-hugging jeans. Trent Buchanan. He was her daily temptation and ultimate
fantasy. And she’d rather wax her nipples in public than admit it to him.
Butterflies swarmed her stomach, twisting and twirling her into one giant,
their team leader, asked without looking up from the papers on his desk.
one of the empty chairs, huffing out a breath.
his cute ass, grinned at her. His full, sexy lips caught her immediate
attention. “Excuse me, I can’t help it if it’s a beautiful day, and I’m glad
it’s Friday. You’re a grump, Villa.”
him away when her body wanted to curl around his big frame. But if she ever did
that she’d turn into another Trent groupie, and that was not her thing. She’d
seen the other women in the department walk after him, ogling and almost
drooling, as if he were the lead singer in a rock band. Pathetic.
Erica’s entire body throbbed every time she looked at him. She drank in the
inciting vision and argued with her lust for dominance. Disgusted with her
body’s responses, she glared at him again. Her eyes strayed to the scar on his
upper lip. She gulped and curled her fingers into her palms, digging her nails
deep. Whenever she glanced at the tiny scar, she wanted to nibble and run her
tongue over it. It was driving her insane. Thankfully he couldn’t read her
mind, or he’d be having a hell of a time making fun of her tough talk.
arms wide and did a full circle for her. Once he was facing her again, he
leaned on the wall. He winked at her. “If you didn’t have a stick the size of
Texas up your ass, you’d realize what a catch I am.”
Author Bio:Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the
prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up
between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York
City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin