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\"\"<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

January 2012<\/span><\/p>\n

A LIFELONG OBSESSION<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

FBI Special Agent Taylor Jones has made it his mission to save those in harm\u2019s way by any means necessary\u2014including employing psychic agents like Desiree \u201cDez\u201d Lincoln, who can communicate with the disembodied spirits of the dead. Taylor is haunted by his own ghost, his kid sister, gone missing at age six. For a quarter of a century he has been tortured by her loss and the mystery of her disappearance.<\/span><\/p>\n

A NIGHT\u2019S INDISCRETION<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

When Dez is seriously wounded, Taylor can no longer hide his feelings for her. Getting involved could spell disaster for both of them\u2014not to mention those who rely on them for help\u2014but once Dez lays her hands on him, he can\u2019t resist the fierce attraction. But after giving in to his desires, Taylor pulls back, and Dez strikes out on her own.<\/span><\/p>\n

AN INESCAPABLE PASSION<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Responding to the call of another anguished spirit, Dez is led to Taylor\u2019s old hometown. As the two are forced to come together to save a girl in peril, Dez may be able to help Taylor finally find the answers he\u2019s been looking for\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Praise for The Missing<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuspense that can rip your heart open and leave you raw.\u201d\u2014Errant Dreams Reviews<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A few minutes later, they were pulling away from the hospital and Dez sighed, the tension easing out of her body.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow bad was it in there?\u201d he asked quietly. Hospitals could be bad, bad places for some of his people, especially those who were more in tune with pain . . . and death.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBad enough,\u201d she admitted. \u201cI need a few minutes of quiet. I feel like the death is sticking to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He could give her the quiet she needed, and in the forty minutes it took to drive to her little place outside of the city, he saw the difference some peace and quiet could make.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her color returned and the soft, warm brown of her skin looked almost normal again. A night of sleep, a few days of decent food, and she\u2019d be as good as new.<\/span><\/p>\n

No thanks to you . . . you never should have let her go in there. Not her damn job, not what she trained for. You fucking moron<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

He wished he could silence that voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wished he could take more comfort in knowing a child lived because of Dez\u2019s actions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Always before, it had been enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

But for now, all he could see was her blood, so much of it, dark red, spilling out over his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

As he parked in front of her house, her eyes opened and she shot him a quick glance. \u201cYou never forget a thing, do you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRarely,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

And about her?<\/span><\/p>\n

Never. He\u2019d been to her house one other time, four years before. That time, her particular skills had been needed on a job and since he had been driving in her direction, he\u2019d decided he would pick her up. It would save time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, all in the name of expediency.<\/span><\/p>\n

With everybody else, yes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Refusing to look at her, he climbed out of the car and grabbed her things from the trunk before she had the chance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although she was supposed to be resting, taking it easy, he knew Desiree Lincoln. Rest wasn\u2019t in her vocabulary.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho is coming to stay with you?\u201d he asked as he headed toward the front door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t need anybody staying with me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She blew out a breath. \u201cI asked a friend I know\u2014outside the bureau. Julie\u2019s a nurse but she can\u2019t be here for a few hours. And you do realize, don\u2019t you, I\u2019m not exactly on the clock and if I don\u2019t want a babysitter, you can\u2019t make me have one. You bullied me into staying in the hospital a few extra days, but you can\u2019t bully me into having a babysitter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He reached the porch and turned to face her. Eyeing the bandage, so stark and white against her flesh, he let his gaze linger there for a pointed moment before looking back into her eyes. \u201cIf I do not have your word you\u2019ll have somebody with you for the next twenty-four hours, then I will be here watching you for the next twenty-four hours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s gonna be boring. Did you bring any popcorn?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she shouldered past him and dealt with the locks. He came inside and shut the door behind him while she reset the security system, trying not to think about her smart-ass reply. Why was it that when 99 percent of his people would tell him to kiss their ass, Dez issued a statement like Did you bring any popcorn?<\/span><\/p>\n

If she would just work to keep him at arm\u2019s length, the way everybody else did, maybe it would be easier not to be so obsessed with her. So desperate for a touch, a taste . . . a night.<\/span><\/p>\n

A lifetime, even.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stop it<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

She glanced over her shoulder at him and said, \u201cJulie won\u2019t be here until after her shift at the clinic is over. So if you\u2019re really determined that I\u2019m not to be alone, either you call me another babysitter or you make yourself at home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she sauntered off into the depths of the house.<\/span><\/p>\n

He found himself watching the way her ass swayed back and forth and wishing, really wishing, he had the strength to call her another \u201cbabysitter,\u201d as she called it. But he also knew there was no way in hell he was going to miss out on spending a little bit of time with her. Away from work. Out of that damned hospital.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here. In her home. Where he could assure himself she was safe, alive.<\/span><\/p>\n

Whole.<\/span><\/p>\n

Staring into the refrigerator, Dez found herself contemplating the bottle of wine. It was too damn early, she knew.<\/span><\/p>\n

Plus, she was still a little off-kilter from the pain meds and she knew she\u2019d be popping another shortly.<\/span><\/p>\n

But still. Every once in a while, liquid courage did help things a bit and she needed something to help loosen her tongue because she couldn\u2019t seem to figure out the right way to go and talk to Taylor and tell him something very, very simple.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thanks for saving my life.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you hungry?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She jumped, startled. Turning around, she stared at him and then she gaped, a little dismayed at the sight of him. He\u2019d taken his jacket off. He\u2019d loosened his tie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hell\u2014it was almost like he was . . . naked. At least for Taylor Jones. Those suits of his were like armor, she\u2019d always thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerking her eyes away from his chest, she stared at him and stammered out . . . something. She didn\u2019t know what.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe you should sit down. You look flushed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

No, I look hot. As in turned on, she thought irritably. All because my fricking boss undid the top two buttons on his pristine white dress shirt and loosened that damn tie.<\/span><\/p>\n

And the jacket. Mustn\u2019t forget the jacket he\u2019d taken off.<\/span><\/p>\n

Swallowing, she turned around and grabbed a can of Diet Coke from the fridge. Over her shoulder, she said, \u201cI\u2019m just thirsty. Tired. Nobody ever gets any rest in a hospital, you ever noticed that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never had to stay in one,\u201d he said. \u201cBut plenty of my people have.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a weight in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Slowly, she turned and studied him.<\/span><\/p>\n

That heavy, strange weight she\u2019d heard in his voice was echoed in his eyes, she realized. It didn\u2019t show in his face\u2014no, very little was ever revealed on that face of his, but those eyes . . . somewhere, just behind a rigid, steely curtain, she sensed a great deal of chaos. Pain. Guilt.<\/span><\/p>\n

She remembered how many times she\u2019d heard that he was at the hospital because one of them had gone down. This was the first time for her\u2014she was rarely ever in a place where there was any action going on. But her best friend, Taige, had been hurt a few times and she knew, vividly, that Taylor liked to haunt hospital halls.<\/span><\/p>\n

No, he didn\u2019t show much emotion to the world. But he felt it, she realized. He felt a great deal.<\/span><\/p>\n

And suddenly, those words were a lot easier to find.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou saved my life,\u201d she said softly, setting her drink down and crossing her arms over her chest. \u201cI haven\u2019t said thank you for that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t need to. I never should have let you put yourself in that position.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dez arched a brow. Oh, yeah, there was emotion. She was nowhere near the emotional bloodhound some of her colleagues where, but psychics, most of them, had similar natures and she could pick up the vibes well enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

What she didn\u2019t understand was why she hadn\u2019t ever picked these up from him before.<\/span><\/p>\n

Unless he was just having a harder time keeping it all hidden . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

Pushing off the counter, she circled the island to stand in front of him. \u201cThere was a girl inside that house, Taylor. He would have killed her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t we?\u201d Reaching down, she caught his hand and said, \u201cCome on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

For just a second, he resisted.<\/span><\/p>\n

She had no idea why she\u2019d grabbed his hand. She was surprised as hell that she\u2019d done it.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was equally stunned when his fingers, long, cool, and elegant, closed around hers. She led him to the bathroom and left him standing by the counter as she faced the mirror. \u201cThis damn tape itches like crazy,\u201d she said. \u201cI kept telling that nurse to find some paper tape. I think she liked ignoring me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be exposing that yet,\u201d he said, his voice gruff.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dez rolled her eyes and made a face at him in the mirror. \u201cYes, Daddy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Something flashed in the depths of his steely blue eyes\u2014something hot\u2014something that made her knees do the weirdest damn thing. Swallowing, she tore her eyes away from him and focused on her reflection, watching as she peeled the bandage away and revealed the neat surgical scar on her throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dumping the bandages in the trash, she turned to face him. Bracing her hips against the marble countertop, Dez angled her chin up, let him stare.<\/span><\/p>\n

He did. For long, long seconds. Then he turned on his heel and stalked out.<\/span><\/p>\n

She caught up with him in the kitchen, grabbing his arm. \u201cIt\u2019s a scar, Taylor. A fucking scar. And I don\u2019t mind it. Hell, I\u2019ll wear it happily for the rest of my life. You know why? Because there\u2019s a little girl who is alive.\u201d She stared into his eyes and said, \u201cHell, even if I\u2019d bled out, I\u2019d consider it worth it, because that monster is dead\u2014you made sure he\u2019d never hurt another little girl.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A muscle jerked in his jaw. \u201cStop.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStop what? Pointing out the truth?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He sighed and shoved a hand through his hair. \u201cI know all of this,\u201d he said, his voice harsh, colder than normal. \u201cI even knew you\u2019d feel that way\u2014willing to die if it meant the girl lived. But as I\u2019m the one who had your blood all over my hands, and as I\u2019m the one who allowed you to put yourself in that situation, I\u2019d rather not relive it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her heart softened, something she really, really didn\u2019t need. Not when it came to him. That bit of flesh was already a little too compromised when it came to him already. \u201cTaylor . . . stop trying to be master of the world, okay? I made the decision and I knew, going in, it could be dangerous. I\u2019d do it again, too.\u201d Rising on her toes, she brushed her lips against his cheek. Heat lanced through her but, as much as she wanted to, she didn\u2019t seek out his mouth. Instead, she started to lower back down. \u201cYou saved my life . . . thank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His hands closed around her arms. Oddly gentle, but firm. Unyieldingly so.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dez\u2019s heart lodged in her throat as he reached up, his fingers hovering just above the wound at her throat. Hovering, not touching. A world of emotion crept into his voice as he whispered, his voice raw, \u201cI can\u2019t stand seeing that mark on you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he shifted his gaze and stared into her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

She knew the man had feelings. She always suspected they ran deeper than most of her co-workers expected.<\/span><\/p>\n

He never let it show, though.<\/span><\/p>\n

Until now. That steel curtain, for just a moment, parted. Fluttered. Just beyond that curtain, she saw pain, misery, and guilt . . . and something else that stole the breath from her lungs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Molten, burning, scalding heat . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

The sight of that heat did something to her low, low inside her belly. Her heart skipped a few beats, then settled into a quick, rapid rhythm\u2014a thousand butterflies trapped inside her chest. Butterflies with wings dipped in some seriously strong sort of aphrodisiac, too. Lust, hot and heavy, moved through her, and before Dez knew what she was doing, she had her hand on Taylor\u2019s cheek. \u201cI\u2019m okay, you know. I\u2019m tougher than I look. Hell, I feel almost normal already. No surprise, considering you made them keep me several days longer than needed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Then, tortured by the unexpected misery she saw in those steely blue eyes, taunted by unadulterated heat, she bussed his mouth lightly with hers. \u201cI\u2019m alive . . . and I\u2019m alive because you were there, Taylor. So stop kicking yourself, okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The feel of her mouth against his was a delight he had never expected to feel, one he knew he didn\u2019t deserve . . . and one he knew he wasn\u2019t strong enough to turn away from.<\/span><\/p>\n

When she would have pulled away, he reached up, cupped his hand over the back of her head.<\/span><\/p>\n

He thought she\u2019d pull away.<\/span><\/p>\n

Was sure of it, even.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was just trying to assuage his guilt, and it didn\u2019t surprise him. She was cocky, sarcastic, and very often full of attitude, but she had the gentlest, kindest heart . . . and he didn\u2019t deserve that kindness. She didn\u2019t pull away, though.<\/span><\/p>\n

And when her mouth opened under his, it wasn\u2019t the sort of soft, pitying kiss he might have expected.<\/span><\/p>\n

The heat, the hunger in that kiss might have laid him low . . . if he hadn\u2019t already been so starved for her. If he hadn\u2019t spent so many fucking nights dreaming of her. If he hadn\u2019t been half blind with need and guilt and desperation and too many other emotions he couldn\u2019t even begin to describe.<\/span><\/p>\n

Slanting his mouth more firmly against hers, Taylor stared at her from under his lashes and was startled to realize she was looking back at him. Swearing, he jerked back and muttered, \u201cDamn it. This is insane.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

One slim, ringless hand came up, toyed with the placket of his shirt. \u201cI always thought it was insane not to do something you really, really want . . .\u201d Dez\u2019s gaze shifted up to meet his and his body tensed, whip tight, as she murmured, \u201cAnd I\u2019ve wanted this a very, very long time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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