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Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.
For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.
Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not 'go away' and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.
“I need your help, Evening.”
Her eyes grew wide. “You can’t stay here. Please go.”
“I need you to put me back in my body.”
“No. I can’t.” She glanced towards the door, praying Noelle was slow in coming down this morning.
“I was told otherwise.”
“Whoever said that is wrong,” she cried. “I can’t help you.”
One minute he looked mildly annoyed and the next his face was a mask of rage. He stalked towards her, his blue eyes glowing as if beams of light were behind them.
Startled, Eve staggered back but the damn counter blocked her. He stopped just before her and lowered his face so they were nose to nose. “If you can do it for six year old Jimmy Chen and for Debbie Wilcox and for Emily Spencer, you can do it for me.”
How did he know all of this? With her eyes wide, she moved her way along the counter, desperate to get away. “They…” Condensation floated between her parted lips as she spoke, thanks to the sudden drop in temperature. “They were…different.” The surrounding cool air caused goose bumps to prickle her skin.
He closed the small gap and loomed over her. “Stop moving.”
Closing her eyes, Eve prepared herself, tensing her muscles, waiting for whatever might happen next.
There was an unnatural silence until she heard him curse, then breathe out in a long frustrated sigh. “Open your eyes.” Eve did as he asked and stared at him. “Different how?”
“You’ve been shot.” She didn't see her breath this time when she spoke.
“Yes.” Alex agreed. It wasn’t like he could hide it. “How is that different from the others?”
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