Sometimes fate doesn't let you walk away....
The powerful Horace West doesn't want a woman in his life. Women are nothing but trouble. And that's what he gets when lust takes over and he has sex with Faith Summers--trouble. The sultry vixen was doing everything in her power to drive him crazy. Even so, it was a mistake. A huge mistake.
Faith is human. He is not. He's a Protector--a race of beings with mystical powers--who protects the humans from otherworldly attacks. Somehow, while having sex with Faith, he transferred his powers to her. And now, unless he can undo what he's done, Faith will have to die.
She didn't do one-night-stands. She didn't give sex to men in order to make herself feel special or sexy. She made connections. She cultivated relationships. Sure, sex might come into the equation pretty quickly. But that didn't mean that she hadn't already started calculating the likelihood of a happily-ever-after.
But Horace didn't want any of that. And after what she saw last night, she wasn't sure she did either. At least, not with him. A man had shot him in cold blood. Cold blood. The memory made her shiver. Though she didn't know anything about these things, it sure as hell hadn't been a crime of passion, but a chillingly pre-planned murder attempt.
Any normal person would have been scared shitless and knocking people over to call the police. But not Horace. She'd gotten the feeling he'd been expected something like that to happen. And when she tried to call 911, he'd snatched the phone away. Bleeding and nearly dying, he'd wrenched the phone from her?
There was something fishy going on. Most likely illegal.
She should have never had sex with him...a stranger. What had gotten into her? Could getting her tongue pierced have so thoroughly gone to her head? How was she going to face him tonight? Or any night?
With that between them?
Despite the summer heat, she burrowed deep into her covers. And planned on staying under there forever.
