Tuesday Special: Fractured by Deceit

JAMI GRAY

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How does he keep her safe when she’s the threat?

Hunted by a faceless enemy, she turns to him for help…

Megan Rouser survived six months at the hands of a brutal telepath only to emerge with fractured memories and a terrifying premonition of impending danger. Determined to regain control of her life, she turns to the one man who held her together and brought her out of hell…Bishop.

But who’ll protect him from her…

Jacob Archer, aka Bishop, has spent his life protecting others, and as part of the off-the-books psychic ex-military team known as PSY-IV, it’s a skill he’s mastered. Rescuing the determined and intriguing Megan triggers all his white knight tendencies, despite lingering suspicions about her kidnapping. But what happens when the threat he should be watching for, is her?

As Megan and Bishop delve deeper into the twisted mind of a madman, will they find a way to survive unseen threats or be torn apart by the most intimate of betrayals?

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EXCERPT
     It was after midnight when I finally closed my bedroom door, leaving Bishop on the too-small couch in the living room with a blanket and pillow. Uncertain about the feelings spinning through me, I leaned against the door and stared at my feet as I dug my toes into the carpet. Despite my earlier comments in the Jeep, it wasn’t the size of the couch that left me struggling—it was Bishop. Or to be more precise, it was my reaction to the man. He made me feel safe. Until my rescue, I’d been nowhere on his radar. Maybe I’d spent too much time with my therapist, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the reason I felt safe with him was because his was the first face I saw when I was rescued.
     Maybe, or maybe it’s because you spent way too long daydreaming about him.
     An uncomfortable heat simmered in my cheeks. Although I’d never been introduced to the men and women on Delacourt’s teams, I’d managed to match some of the faces to names as they came through the office. The first time Bishop swept through with his dangerous, sexy, predatory grace, he left an impression—to the point where he showed up some of my artwork. That same impression might explain why, during the weeks of having my mind twisted, my shadowy protector shared an uncomfortable number of characteristics with Bishop.
     When it came to Bishop, I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I dared to reach out and touch the impossible, I might be in for the ride of my life. Despite the temptation to find out, I wasn’t sure my courage was up to the challenge—not when my mind was a hot mess and when no one, including me, knew if I was a threat or not. Bishop deserved someone he could trust.
     Ignoring the painful pinch of that truth, I shivered and pushed away from the door to shuffle into the bathroom. I went through my nightly routine, my thoughts whirling as I tried to grapple with the fact I was in no shape, mentally or emotionally, to follow through on the temptation to play with the built six-foot-two hottie in my living room—not that Bishop had done anything to encourage me other than being the perfect gentleman all night. His solid presence kept me company as I indulged in a Monty Python binge. Between enjoying in the dry English humor and fighting the urge to lay my head on Bishop’s broad shoulder and sink into the security he wore like a coat, I managed to combat the darker thoughts lurking just outside the light. Unfortunately, spending time with him left me wanting more. Even if I was mixing my imagination with reality, I couldn’t ignore that having him with me was both a blessing and a curse.
     I shook my head as I brushed my teeth. What the hell was I thinking? Wrong time, wrong place. Hell, with my luck, whatever draw I’d felt was probably one-sided. Especially considering his blunt assessment that I was the weakest link. Harsh though it was, the label wasn’t wrong. So I was not what a focused, determined man of action would find attractive.

Jami Gray is the coffee addicted, music junkie, Queen Nerd of her personal Geek Squad, Alpha Mom of the Fur Minxes, and award-winning author of the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams, and her latest Romantic Suspense series, Fate’s Vultures. She writes to soothe the voices in her head.

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