Healer

Lisa Renee Jones

The Healer

Price: 5.95

Genre: Paranormal:
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The battle with the Arions continues. The genetically enhanced Black Knights battle to save the world from the Arions. But to harness their special powers, they need help from the outside, someone who understands how to seize the power and complexity of the mind. Marcella Alexander, a woman considered myth by most, is named the Witch Doctor for her unique healing powers. But Marcella has gone into hiding. Diego, doctor of the Knights, is picked to lead the search to find Marcella and bring her back to join them in the battle. But upon locating her, Diego makes a shocking discovery…she is his mate. As they travel through Mexico, fighting their way back to the Black Knights, Diego and Marcella discover that the passion they share and their entwined soul empower them, allowing them to face any challenge their future may hold.

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Excerpt:

His eyes narrowed and she had the distinct feeling he reached for her mind. A whisper of a touch, but it was there. “We leave the instant you have completed your duty.”

“Duty?” she asked. “Why did you call it that?”

“Because that is how you see it.” There was absoluteness to his words.

He had touched her mind as she had thought. But it had been done with such precision even with her level of skill he had been barely perceivable. “How would you know that?”

Taking her off guard, he pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them. He stood within a breath of touching her. The heat he generated warmed her skin, stirring a flutter in her stomach.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, but the words were barely there.

His body was big enough to frame hers, and again, unbidden images flashed in her mind. Him naked. Her naked. Him on top of her, inside her, all around her.

He lowered his head near her ear, his breath trickling along her neck, enticing goose bumps along her skin. “I know you, as you do me.” Her mind processed his words, even as her body responded to the deep tone of his voice as if it were a physical caress. Her nipples tingled. Her thighs ached. “I can feel you,” he said,” as you do me.”

She swallowed and raised her eyes to his. “Who are you?”

“Meet me in this exact spot at midnight. If you don’t, I’ll come for you.”

Who did he think he was? He couldn’t just order her around. “I won’t be here.”

His gaze locked with hers, and she heard his voice in her head. You will.

Her eyes went wide. She’d never met anyone who could communicate with her telepathically. “Who are you?”

He ignored her question. “Go take care of the child. We don’t have much time.”

And then his hand slid to the side of her face. The touch was like an electric charge. It, no, he ran though her body, touching each and every nerve ending. Her nipples tightened, her heart kicked up a beat and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch his hand. She needed to touch him as he did her. Speaking didn’t even seem an option. For the briefest of moments, she was completely lost in this man.

“Marcella!”

David’s voice, bellowing through the air, snapped her back into reality. She forced herself to step away from his touch. And it took effort. Lots of it. “I have to go.”

“Meet me or I will come for you.”

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