Lana Anderson, the CEO for Brinkman–Bonnette Publishing is the latest target of a serial killer who has been murdering the firm’s celebrated authors, in exactly the same way their characters in their own novels are murdered.

When a handsome stranger kisses Lana then walks away, she finds her motors revving up full speed ahead. Her lips still burning from the memory of that kiss, she longs for more! The only problem is that she can't decide if she wants to kill him or kiss him!

Brett Colton just happens to be an undercover cop posing as a new author at the firm, though secretly he's been hired to protect Lana. Brett has no intention of getting involved with his client, until his lips meet hers again and he can’t resist mixing business with pleasure…lots of pleasure!
 

The closer she gets to Brett, the more her telekinetic powers begin to take on a life of their own as her gift spins out of control, shorting out circuits, causing malfunctions, breaking dishes, and exploding objects.

Battling anger against desire, Lana looks into his electric blue eyes, aching for more of those hot wet lips. After discovering that Brett can read her mind, Lana becomes frustrated, when he dogs her every step to keep her safe from the Shakespeare-quoting killer. Soon the sparks fly and their passions rise to the highest peaks.

Brett has to save Lana from sacrificing herself to the killer to save him and everyone she knows and loves. But, can he save her in time?

EXCERPT:

Brett had a tail. He'd been trying to shake the guy for a few blocks, but the man was relentless. Entering the lobby of Belleview towers, he looked around and saw an attractive woman waiting for the elevators near the back wall. She stood out from the others around her, drawing him toward her like a magnet. He had an idea of how to elude his tail, and hoped she would go along with it.

She's really hot! Looks like a fun-loving girl, I hope she's game.

Taking another look outside, he saw the man coming up to the revolving doors. Moving quickly over to where the woman stood, he gave his plan a shot.

Nodding politely to her, he stripped off his jacket, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on the floor beside the potted fern.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm in trouble, and I was wondering if you could help me out?" He pulled his baseball hat from his back pocket, and put it on backwards.

Curiosity filled her gaze before she nodded. "Well, sure. If I can—."

Before she could finish her reply, he swept her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately. The woman was so stunned that she didn't react to his audacity, melting into his arms instead of fighting him. Her hands rested on his chest, fingers tangled in his shirt

Distracted by the sexy woman in his arms, Brett found it hard to keep a close eye on his stalker. He was amazed at the passion the woman returned, nearly knocking him off his feet. Boy, she can light my fire anytime! Minutes may have ticked by, but he lost count, losing himself in her sensual mouth.

After the tail finally gave up and left, Brett continued the kiss, unable to stop. His pants were uncomfortably tight. Pulling her closer into his embrace, he nearly groaned as her body brushed up against him. She'd turned to liquid in his arms, sending shivers of desire up his spine.

He finally lifted his head, and stared into her eyes. Her expression was dazed. Her emerald-green eyes met his with a bemused expression.

The elevator doors opened with a loud 'ding'. Regretfully, he let her go.

"Thank you, ma'am. You were very helpful." His voice was low and husky. Bending down, he picked up his jacket.

"Well, goodbye…" He started to say his farewell, but looking at her swollen, damp lips, he changed his mind.

"Ah, what the hell," he said, and kissed her again. It was a short, lip-smacking kiss. Then he nodded before he stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed on his grinning face.