Ryann Phillips can see the future. In order to make sure her
premonition doesn’t come true, she teams up with Trevor Kearney.
At night, Ryann Phillips becomes an open psychic channel, her dreams flooded with random snapshots of strangers’ lives. Few of her premonitions make sense, or even cause her to lose much sleep. Until now. The vicious murder scene she envisions is so terrifying—and so vivid—she has no choice but to somehow warn the victim.
When she spots Victoria Joyce in a coffee shop, Ryann prepares to run up against a wall of skepticism. Yet convincing the no-nonsense attorney she’s in danger proves easier than convincing her divorce lawyer. The arrogant—and devastatingly sexy—Trevor Kearney.
Trevor never thought his client would stoop so low as to hire a fake psychic to prove her soon-to-be ex is out to kill her. Yet sassy, red-headed Ryann holds up under questioning designed to blow the tightest of alibis. Before the night is over, she has his apology. And he has her phone number.
Ryann can live with Trevor’s doubts about her sixth sense, yet she can’t ignore the way her body responds when he kisses her senseless. But as they seek to untangle a growing web of mystery, the heat they generate could put them in the path of a killer…