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358 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2015
"I've only known you a little over a month,yet it feels like a million years."
‘... I was attracted to Braeden Frost. It was there the first time we met, and it seemed the longer I stayed around him, the pull only intensified. And that scared me. But it wasn’t just physical. Frost intrigued me on many other levels. His intelligence. His sensitivity. Even his darkness.’
‘He blinked, as if yanking himself from a trance. “I didn’t get your name,” he said, his Scottish brogue suddenly thick. “D, was it?”
I swallowed the lump inching up my throat. “Danielle—I mean, Miss Reed. I’m Dr. Frost’s—”
“New maid. Yeah, he told me.”
“Housekeeper,” I couldn’t help but correct.
“Right.” As spoken, the word sounded dismissive. Like the teenaged “whatever.”![]()
‘Fear sliced through me. So much so that I hauled off and slapped him as hard as I could. Only I wasn’t just slapping him, I was slapping myself, slapping down these alien feelings, trying to bring sanity back to both of us. But it didn’t work. If anything, it dumped a ton of gasoline on a raging inferno.’
When the ghost of her best friend begs for her help, psychic detective Denieve Knight goes undercover as a live-in domestic to catch a killer. She sets her sights on the most likely suspect: her friend’s mysterious employer, Doctor Braeden Frost.
I didn't trust this man, nor did I like him.
"Of allllll the gin joints in alllllll the towns, in alllll the fucking world ..."
"A withering bud awaits the kiss of rain,
a kindness to make it bloom."
"And I will make thee beds of roses,
and a thousand fragrant posies."
"I think you're an obnoxious jerk!"
"And I think you're a lying witch."
"Asshole."
"Shrew."
"Bastard."
"Bitch."