For a woman he can't touch, he'll turn Hell inside out.
FBI Psychics, Book 2
There's only one reason Jay Roberts would set foot in a middle-of-nowhere town like Hell, Georgia. She's got a bone to pick with her sort-of boyfriend. They only met online, but things got hot and heavy before their cyber link went silent.
She's here to get in his face for an explanation. But no touching. Her psychic abilities make physical contact...complicated. Yet something about this relationship made her think things would be different. She's not in Hell twenty minutes before bad vibes have her skin crawling.
Corruption has stained the very fabric of Linc Dawson's town, and now it's stolen something very dear to him. The last thing he has time for is nursing Jay's broken heart.
But Jay isn't going anywhere. Not only because she's not giving up on him, because she's got access to the kind of backup nobody wants on their bad side. And Linc discovers the woman who's afraid to touch him could actually be his best chance. At salvation, at hope, at life. Maybe even love...
Warning: This book contains a not-so-naive virgin, a pissed-off former cop, lots of frustration, if you know what I mean, and more trouble than either of them know what to do with.
