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A new tale of danger and desire from national bestselling author Shiloh Walker featuring psychic FBI Agent Vaughnne MacMeans… AN ASSIGNMENT SHE CAN’T REFUSE Agent Vaughnne MacMeans would do anything to avoid setting foot in Orlando again. But her new assignment, keeping tabs on a psychic kid who may or may not be in danger, is forcing her right back to the city where her sister was murdered. And she didn’t count on a startling attraction to the boy’s guardian… AN ATTRACTION HE CAN’T DENY Protecting Alex is a priority for Gus. Gus may not understand the young man’s “gift” but he knows that some people would kill for it. When a beautiful stranger moves in next door, his impulse is to take the kid and bolt. But Gus has learned never to flee without a plan, and besides…she doesn’t exactly look like an assassin. A GAME THEY’LL PLAY FOR KEEPS

But when some dangerous people from Gus’s past do catch up to him and Alex, it’s too late to run. His new neighbor is the last person he thought he could turn to, but Vaughnne isn’t just beautiful. She’s fearless. And she’s the only chance Gus and Alex have left.

Review

Praise for the novels of Shiloh Walker

“Utterly amazing.”—Errant Dreams Reviews

“An outstanding story fraught with sexual tension.”—Fresh Fiction

“Chilling [and] heart-wrenching.”—Fallen Angel Reviews

“Great romantic suspense that grips the audience.”—Midwest Book Review

"Sinfully good, wickedly sexy, and wildly imaginative!”—Larissa Ione, New York Times bestselling author

From the Inside Flap

"You have about thirty seconds to use that gun or you'll regret it."
A slim black brow arched.
Then, she laid the gun on the table by the bed. "I'm not using it on you. I'm not calling Jones. You do what you think you have to, Gus, but I did what I had to. You want Alex safe. You make him safe. Eliminate the threat." Her eyes narrowed and she added softly, "FYI...I am not the threat, but if you're too f'ing stupid-"
The rest of the words were caught against his mouth.

Vaughnne should have taken those thirty seconds to breathe, she decided, because now it was too late.
His mouth, brutal and hungry, crushed down on hers. She went to shove him away, but he caught her hands and in a blink, had them pinned at her back. His tongue probed at her lips and the need to open for him almost sent her to her knees. Well, it might have, except his body was pressed to hers. Long, lean and powerful, and so amazing.
Against her belly, her chest, she felt the hard wall of his chest, the muscled plain of his belly...and, oh, hell.
The ridge of his cock pressed against her and any thought of self-preservation went out the window. She opened for him and as his tongue swept into her mouth, she welcomed it with a greedy moan.
He stilled, for just a second, and then lifted his head, staring at her through slitted eyes. She licked her lips and watched him, breathing raggedly. "If that's supposed to make me run for cover, sugar, they taught you some crazy shit down there in Mexico."
The room spun around them and she sucked in a breath right before he slammed her against the cool, hard wood of the bathroom room. The bruises on her body screamed out at her. The need inside her body screamed louder. "That's not doing it, either, Gus."
He closed one hand around her throat, pressing his thumb lightly.
It didn't hurt.
But the threat was obvious.
Something dark, dangerous glinted in his eyes. "If I told you that I've killed before, would you still be laughing at me, Vaughnne? Still be taunting me?"