Saturday, May 28, 2016

SCI/FI FANTASY SATURDAY: Rebecca longs for the freedom to succumb to The Dance. But will her past threaten her future? Just one night may determine her fate. The Dance by Mckinzie S. Heart



Title: Elemental Seduction–The Dance
Author: McKinzie S. Heart
ISBN: 978-1-62420-139-4
Email: mckinzies.heart@yaho.com
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4

Buy at: Rogue Phoenix Press, Amazon, Barnes and Noble

Review:
Elemental Seduction-The Dance
by McKinzie S. Heart

Description: five-stars

    Rebecca’s had a horrible marriage. Though the divorce isn’t finalized, she has put as much distance between her and her husband as she could. She’s forlornly alone but safe. As she spends yet another night alone in her grandparents’ old farmhouse, strange unexplainable things begin to happen. Has Charles tracked her down or is it some unknown intruder setting her up? And what are these whispers that she’s now hearing? Are they real or in her mind? While she tries to sort out everything as it happens, she has no idea how much is at stake. Not only is her life in jeopardy, but she may very well lose her heart and soul. But that is exactly what might have to happen for her to give in to The Dance.



This was one very fantastic well written book! The storyline was one that was full of surprises and the characters were so well developed. McKenzie S. Heart has a way of pulling her readers into the story and not letting them take time to look away because they may miss something. The way she brought the element of wind into play was so fantastic. About time some one knows what power the elements can have on a person and how one person can connects to one particular element.
Rebecca was running from her crazy x-husband and she thought she had done a great job of it until he showed up in her house in the middle of the night threatening to kill her. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do so in order to get away from him, she ran outside into the wind. The wind is what saved her that night. She found out that the one thing that was protecting her and making her feel so loved all her life wasn’t a person but something stronger than she would ever realize.
By the end of this book, I had tears streaming down my eyes. The ending is a tear jerker for me but it’s such a beautiful story that I welcomed the tears. I know a book is really good when it provokes strong emotions from me and stays with me for days instead of leaving after I finish the book. Thank you so much McKenzie S. Heart for bringing such a beautiful story to life because this story will stay with me for a very long time. Such beautiful detail and the way everything came together in the end. Grab a copy because you are missing a great story if you don’t read this right now.


TAGLINE

Rebecca longs for the freedom to succumb to The Dance. But will her past threaten her future? Just one night may determine her fate.

BLURB

Rebecca’s had a horrible marriage. Though the divorce isn’t finalized, she has put as much distance between her and her husband as she could. She’s forlornly alone but safe. As she spends yet another night alone in her grandparents’ old farmhouse, strange unexplainable things begin to happen. Has Charles tracked her down or is it some unknown intruder setting her up? And what are these whispers that she’s now hearing? Are they real or in her mind? While she tries to sort out everything as it happens, she has no idea how much is at stake. Not only is her life in jeopardy, but she may very well lose her heart and soul. But that is exactly what might have to happen for her to give in to The Dance.

EXCERPT

The hot water engulfed her body as vanilla-scented bubbles slid across her sensitive skin. Candles glowed in each corner, wrapping her in a warm embrace and filling her soul with comfort. How many times before had she awakened in the night unable to return to sleep? She couldn't remember. Maybe it had something to do with her past. She shook her head free of these thoughts then eased back, flipping open her cell phone. Knowing her friend Kim, she would still be up. The hopeless romantic, she probably lay curled up in the bed sipping on wine enjoying some sappy book about a woman falling for the perfect man and living happily ever after. Of course, she would have a box of tissues at her side for the inevitable tears. Kim had always believed in happy endings regardless of the trials and tribulations in the journey. Rebecca was one of the privileged few allowed to glimpse this hidden beneath her tough exterior. She frowned. She didn't believe in romance anymore but would never share her belief with her best friend.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Kim. Up reading?"
"You know it. I bought this really wonderful book called Dark Moon Harvest. It is the most erotic romance I've ever read."
"Bet you're drinking a glass of wine too." Rebecca flicked absently at her bubbles.
"Of course. Hey, I know you don't go for books like this, but it's really steamy with a happy ending. I think you would like it."
"Hmmm, I don't think so, but when you get done with it, I'll take a look. You know I prefer mysteries like that book I was just reading, Bones, by K. J. Dahlen."
"Well, I'm pretty sure that once you start reading it, you'll get hooked. So, what are you doing up? Having bad dreams again?"
"No, I don't know what made me wake up. I think I heard something tapping on the window. I thought it was a tree but couldn't see anything."
"It's probably just some bad weather that's coming in. I saw on the news that a hurricane is heading this way. Hope you're prepared just in case."
"Of course I am. Nana and Papa always kept a cellar full of supplies. I'm not worried about it."
"You probably just heard something getting blown against the window. You do live out in the country," Kim replied with an audible sip.
"Yeah, I like living here. I'm glad they left the place to me…it gave me a chance to…uh… So, guess you don't have any company tonight?"
Kim was a good friend. She completely ignored the awkward pause. "Now, you know that a real guy can't compete with my books. When it's book night, that's it. No guys allowed."
Rebecca stifled a giggle at Kim's comment. She could afford to have a book night since guys practically beat down the door for her attentions, otherwise.
"Of course, you don't have a book night so are you alone?"
"Now what kind of question is that? Of course, I'm alone."
"Pity. You really need to get laid. How long has it been?"
A smile spread across Rebecca's face. Her friend…always the nosey one, always the match-maker. "It's been a long time, but I don't care."
"Nonsense, you care, but you've just convinced yourself that intimacy is no longer important."
"I'm perfectly fine in this house all by myself. When I'm ready, I'm sure I'll find someone compatible."
"It's been six months, Becca, you've got to be pretty lonely. Hell, you're probably gonna rust shut." Kim suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. Rebecca couldn't help but giggle with her. The idea seemed hilariously possible.
"If it rusts shut, I'll just have to lubricate it--"
"Yeah, with man-juice," Kim interrupted, snorting then sounding as though choking on her wine.
"Serves you right, ho, for talking such talk."
"You're just jealous."
"But seriously, though, you know I can't see anyone until everything is finalized."
"Why not? It's not like you two have any kids together."
"I know, but I don't need to complicate the issues. I don't want him to find a way to drag this out. He's already threatened to refuse to sign the divorce papers."
She heard her friend's book slam shut then she replied, "Who cares? The bastard cheated on you and treated you like shit. What should you care? I think it's time for you to start enjoying life. I never did like him. I knew his kind instantly. All he wanted was someone he could control and in the worst way."
"I know, I know," Rebecca sighed as they slipped into this all-too-familiar conversation.
"But, Becca, you can't be controlled. You're a free spirit and a free spirit can't be possessed or manipulated. All you wanted was his love…not his abuse. Honestly, I don't know why it took you so long to see it. I just wish you wouldn't have married that cock sucker!"
"Geez, Kim," she laughed. "You been dating that wrestler again? The mouth he had on him--"
"Nope, dating a marine. And let me tell you, he's got some kind of mouth not to mention his--"
"Okay, okay, sorry I asked. Anyway, I'll let you get back to your book. I just wanted to check up on you."
"Sure, just remember to keep an ear out about that hurricane if you're going to stay up a little longer. If not, have hot sweet dreams, girl, and I'll talk to you in the morning."
"Talk to you later." Rebecca snapped the phone shut, setting it on the side of the tub. She leaned farther back thinking about Kim's comments and how she knew that she was right.
Suddenly, the phone rang, causing her to splash water over the side in surprise. The caller ID showed it as a private caller. It could be anyone if they were out of their own calling plan range. Any of her friends knew that there was a good possibility that she would be up, even though she was normally an early bird, especially in these last six months. Hell, it might even be Kim calling her back. Maybe she forgot to mention something.
"Hello?"
No one replied.
"Hello?"
Still no answer.
"If you can hear me, I can't hear you. I'm just going to hang up so you can call me back when you're in better range." She flipped the phone shut and waited. It instantly rang again.
"Hello?" She listened closely and could hear breathing on the other end. Nope, this person was in range but must think it pretty funny to harass someone this time of the night. "I'm not impressed, perv, so give it up."
She hung up and waited. The phone didn't ring again. Lucky for him because next she would have pulled out the old police whistle and--tap, tap, tap…
Rebecca nearly dropped the phone into the water. She fumbled for control then took deep breaths to sooth her thundering heart.
"It's only the storm." She glanced up to the covered bathroom window. "Better get out of the water in case of lightning."
Quickly, she toweled off and slipped back into the silk nightie. As she brushed her long wet hair, strains of soft music drifted up from the living room. She paused, staring at herself in the mirror then crinkled a brow.
"I know I turned off the stereo before I went to bed…I'm pretty sure." Of course, as soft as the music flowed, she could have overlooked it. That's what happened. She left the damned thing on. Just the other night, she had left the TV on too.

She slipped on her fuzzy slippers then went downstairs to make sure everything was turned off. Couldn't let anything wake her up again.

Friday, May 27, 2016

FRIDAY'S FEATURED TITLE: With her white-gold hair and azure eyes, Lainie MacPherson is as wild and untamed as the rugged Scottish Highlands where she was raised. HIGHLAND SONG BY CHRISTINE YOUNG



Christine Young
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4

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BLURB:

With her white-gold hair and azure eyes, Lainie MacPherson is as wild and untamed as the rugged Scottish Highlands where she was raised. Lainie vowed to avenge her rape. Recklessly, she defies English laws and the man who raped her puts a bounty on her head. The man who is sent to bring her to Edinburgh sets a dangerous trap. With nothing left to live for the beautiful Scottish spy steals the sealed documents the English soldier has tempted her with.

When the exquisite temptress takes the bait and runs off with not only the forged documents but the purses of the men in the tavern, Aaron Slade vows to hunt her down and bring her to justice, never dreaming she will tame his jaded soul. When Aaron discovers the truth about the tempestuous woman who stirs his passion to the point of madness, he dares not love her, but desires her with all his soul.


Ayr, Scotland
1514

Lainie MacPherson let the crumpled wanted poster drop to the ground. Her stomach knotted and fear snaked down her spine. Beneath the shadows of the hooded cape she wore, Lainie searched the room for her enemies.

Every man here fit that description.

Forced into a trap of her own making, out of courage, friendless, and terrified Lainie did the only thing she could think of to bring the pig Bertram to his knees.

She would steal the temptingly displayed secret papers that were on the table in front of her. Papers she hoped showed troop movements--papers stamped with the King's seal--papers she could hand over to her brother, Hawke.

First Lainie made sure the shadows in the tavern hid her from view, shrinking into the dark interior, hiding her face with the hood of her cape. She tried not to stare at the dark-haired stranger who had absent-mindedly set his jacket and satchel on a table with the documents she sought poking out almost as if they challenged her with a secret invitation. The man’s dangerous, dark looks sent a strange sensation of heat coursing down her spine.

English soldiers like Jericho Manning and Rory Slater were more dangerous and more terrifying than any highland lass should have to deal with. To make the situation worse, she didn’t need a dark-haired stranger to make her fingers shake and her insides quake.

Lainie inhaled a deep steadying breath. Easy, she told herself. Go nice and slow. The stranger looks half-drunk and the tavern maid sitting on his lap has all his attention.

"What’s in it for me?" Rory asked Jericho, his haggard features lighting up with anticipation and snagging Lainie’s attention.

"Only what Bertram wants to give you himself." The dark stranger looked at the
English officer. The fingers on one hand tapping the oaken table top impatiently.

Rory’s toothless grin sent a shiver of fear down Lainie’s spine.

"Jericho always gives me his left-overs," Rory said. “You going to give me this one?”

Rory’s diabolical laughter sealed the darkness in her heart.

Jericho nodded then leaned forward. "I want the lass. And I’ll have her before I give her over to Bertram. She’s only a whore."

Lainie nearly gasped but stopped herself. Courage, Lainie, you’ve been in tighter spots than this. It was not her plan to give herself away to these men.

She inhaled a long, deep breath once more and reached for the satchel beneath the soldier's jacket. A few more seconds and all would be hers. A few more seconds and she would hand the papers over to a friend. Someone who would carry them to the Scottish King.

She committed no treason here.

She was Scottish to the core.

This was for the good of her country--not England. Besides she’d already been labeled a traitor by the crown of England. She had nothing to lose.

If Bertram suffered a set back, his lack of attention caused the problem.

Aaron Slade let his hands slide up and down the arms of the lass sitting on his lap while his steely gaze seemed to be riveted on Lainie MacPherson.

He knew what the young woman was up to before she’d committed herself to stealing. He had read the determination in the girl's posture when she backed into the shadow-filled corner of the tavern, pulling her dark cloak around her slender frame and letting her hood shadow her face. The combination of steady eyes and slightly trembling fingers had given her away.

He would make sure neither Jericho nor Bertram could get their sweaty hands on the girl. He’d heard stories. He believed them--every word.

Jericho didn’t even realize the girl he sought stood in the corner. Moreover, Slade didn't mean to tell Jericho. Slade had his orders. He was to find her and bring her to Edinburgh where she would be tried for high treason. The charges were lame. Now that he watched her stealing the phony papers he’d planted in the pocket of his jacket, he wasn’t quite so sure.
  
The rumors had it that a lot of men had wanted the lass, but none had gotten her. He’d thought all along Bertram had been one of those men. A cynical smile shifted the line of Aaron’s black mustache. There was nothing new in that particular game. Teasing and promising men something they wouldn’t give was a primal game played by every woman ever born.

But there was something very different about this woman.

An air of sadness and vulnerability emanated from her. Aaron methodically lowered his lids when he glanced from the girl who sat in his lap to the woman whose fingers were closing over the sealed documents. He couldn't help but stare at her. The woman's eyes were a clear, uncanny blue that matched the color of the sky on a bright summer day. The few strands of hair escaping her hood were so blond they were nearly white. The cloak she wore was plain, but did nothing to hide the lush fullness of her figure beneath the cloth. The vision he imagined set him to thinking about what it would be like to unfasten the cloak, strip away all the other fabric covering her and touch the luminous skin that lay beneath the tattered cloak.

Aaron was irritated at the direction his thoughts went. He was certainly experienced and old enough to keep sexual need away from his mission. He had been taught and teased by the most expert females on this earth. He’d learned more than one lesson at their hands.

Looking at Aaron, Jericho swirled the contents of his tankard.

"I don’t figure I can trust any man. Who’s to say that if you find the girl, you won’t want to keep her for yourself," he said to Aaron. "She might be worth a damn sight more than what old Bertie is paying you to bring her to him."

The devil you say," Rory retorted with a smug grin. "I have it on good authority and knowing old Bertie for years, he likes nothing better than to share soiled goods. We both know he’s the only one who can save the girl from a conviction of treason."

Jericho looked coldly at Aaron but didn’t refute Rory’s statement.

Aaron urged the tavern wench from his lap and kept his eye lids lowered slightly. He watched the girl, and if he was right, she was about to dip her hand into the pocket of another man. She had moved from her spot near his table, using the shadows in the tavern to hide herself. She brought up a fat purse and slipped it inside a different sack than the one she’d put the papers she’d stolen from his satchel.

The stories about her were intriguing enough, but it was the rumors of Lainie MacPherson’s spying that held his interest. To him any one who could spy on his country was a traitor. But Lainie MacPherson, if she was anything like her brothers, was Scottish bone deep. To Lainie, what she did here would not be treasonous because she would be loyal only to the Scottish King James. In addition, the rumor--the ones of Lainie prostituting herself for information--didn’t bother him. Women did what they had to do to survive. And if the rumors were true, he would find a way to enjoy her charms while he took her to Edinburgh for trial. To him women’s flesh was sweet and soft, but women were as fickle as newborn kittens. They were far too easily corrupted, and so many times they turned out to be less than they seemed. He never let any woman touch his heart.

Silently, Aaron measured the distance between the door and the MacPherson wench and wondered at the innocence, or was it guilt, he saw flash in her eyes for one brief moment when she met his glance. From what he’d heard, the Scottish cause was everything to the MacPhersons. This would not be the first time they pitted their clan against the English crown.

But this time it was the most foolhardy.

The smile he gave Lainie made her look away. He watched as her shoulders quivered, and she shrank back into the shadows. He felt a wave of nausea sweep through him when he thought of Lainie being at the mercy of a man like Bertie for even a single night, much less until Bertie grew bored with her and gave her to Jericho and Rory.

Silently, he told himself he would never let her fall into Bertie’s hands, because he meant to bring her straight to the authorities in charge. If she were guilty of treason, she would be prosecuted. If she were not guilty, he would see she was set free and he would personally escort her home.

For the first time, he felt justified in his mission and the exorbitant pay he would receive for handing the girl over. If anything, there was a certain justice in cheating Bertie out of his spoils. He acknowledged that once he caught Lainie, he would have not only Rory and Jericho after him, most likely the MacPherson brothers would be on his tail as well.

A man bumped into Lainie near the door. Aaron thought he would see her pick this man’s pocket too. The movement was quick. Except for the slight of hand and Aaron’s vigilance, he would have never seen the exchange of the satchel from Lainie’s hand to the man's. The document Lainie just handed over was worthless, but the stolen goods were not. They would find out soon enough he had baited her, set the trap, and she’d fallen for it. Would he have Lainie in his possession when that was accomplished? Or would Jericho?

Aaron shifted slightly, not wanting to give Jericho and Rory any indication that he meant to leave. His hand was on the hilt of his sword. Silently, he measured the catlike elegance of the girl with the determined posture and long back. It would not be much longer when Jericho and Rory discovered their own missing goods.

He rose and walked toward the door, barring her way if she meant to flee yet he was not sure he would stop her. "You sure you wouldn’t want to stay a while and keep me company, Miss…what was the name again?" Aaron asked, though he knew very well.

"’Tis naught your business," she said softly, lowering her dark sooty lashes as if she meant to flirt. "A gentleman would not ask a lady he didn’t know."

Lainie MacPherson’s voice sounded calm and controlled. Nevertheless, he knew she’d been in this position often enough, that she knew how to handle herself and no longer hesitated, knowing full well the consequences if she did. In any case, her compliance was not a part of his plan for her abduction.

Aaron’s instincts kept whispering that this woman was somehow different from women like Sarah and Anna, unfeeling women who cared nothing about anyone save themselves and the fortune and titles that could be gained from marrying into the right families. At the same time, he had no doubt Lainie MacPherson could kill a man.

"You should take heed," Aaron said softly, ignoring the other man who had now slipped quietly out the door.

"Remove your hand. sir," she told him indignantly.

Aaron shrugged, outwardly indifferent, his fingers settling once more on the hilt of his sword, ever wary of the girl and her next move.

The tavern’s hush changed into a humming of male voices as people left their drinks and focused on the pair standing so close to the door where unbeknownst to them an unspoken challenge had just been issued by both parties.

The stakes revolved around a woman named Lainie MacPherson and release from the commission he’d bought so many years ago he couldn’t remember. As for the bounty, Aaron Slade didn’t care a damn about it.

Aaron was certain he would end up the winner in this cat-and-mouse game. Besides the obvious, he wondered how the woman with trembling mouth and steady blue eyes had ended up on a wanted list issued by King Henry himself and standing in one of Scotland’s most infamous taverns. So intrigued by her he would move heaven and earth to learn her story.

"I know what you handed over to your companion," Aaron said with a bit of impatience, trying not to give away his purpose before it was necessary.

"I don’t know what you mean," she said softly with a sardonic smile gracing her intriguing mouth.

"You stole something that was mine. I mean to get it back. You need to remember that England rules this land--all of it." He inhaled deeply the soft scent of her that seemed to be hers alone. It seemed to possess all his senses.

Her shoulders stiffened as her gaze raked over him. "I’m Scottish, and loyal to James," she said, her voice wavering. "Henry doesn’t rule me or my kin."

"Slade," Jericho said, stepping forward, "what’s--"

The wolfish smile Aaron gave Jericho stopped him cold in his tracks.

"Who’s the girl?" Jericho asked pointedly. "You the sharin’ kind, Slade?"

"No one of interest," Aaron said smoothly lying to Jericho.

Aaron moved in front of Lainie, blocking the men from seeing her face and her hair. He didn’t know if they’d recognize her but something Rory had said earlier made him think Rory at least had met her. Given a choice, he would have taken her by the arm and escorted her away from these two cutthroats. Now he didn’t have a choice. He would have to let her go and hope he could catch up to her.

Lainie could melt into the forest if given a chance. She knew these lands better than most. And her companions were sure to be waiting for her a safe distance from the tavern. If her friend wasn’t waiting for her, where would she go? A sudden and unmistakable sickening feeling swept through him. Fear for this slip of a woman clouded his judgment.






Thursday, May 26, 2016

Jace McKenna was an enigma, a loner, impossibly handsome, sincere and committed. Catching Meara by Christine Young



Author: Christine Young
Genre: Erotic Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 5


10% of all profits from this book goes to the World Wildlife Federation to help save endangered species.

BLURB:
Meara Thorton was a feisty, world-class computer hacker—cornered by the FBI and shockingly given the chance to be their newly acquired technical analyst.  Brilliant and intuitive, yet aching with the loss of everyone she has cared about, her restless heart led her to discover a love she fought and a world she didn't know could possibly exist.

Jace McKenna was an enigma, a loner, impossibly handsome, sincere and committed. The Apache shapeshifter blood running through his veins burned hotter than the blistering Sierra Madre sun. Jace knew the moment he caught Meara's scent she was his for eternity.

Review:

Delane of Coffee Time Romance & More says:

"Catching Meara is a superbly written mystery that draws readers in and makes them a part of the team. The characters are vivid and provide a perfect canvas for the life of a unique team that catches some truly nasty villains. Ms. Young provides a perfect blend of paranormal, mystery and romance providing the reader an entertaining adventure."
Rating: 4 cups out of 5

REVIEW:

Manic Reader Review
Rating:  4 1/2 stars out of 5
Reviewer: Alberta
Review:

Meara is a loner, content to spend time with her computers, without the bother of having too many people around her. When she turns from hacker to government computer specialist, she meets Jace, who knows she is his mate, but all he has to do is tell her he is a panther shape shifter and that she is destined to be his.

There is a lot of dodging bad guys, dodging another shape shifter, and trying to keep secrets from each other. In the end, Catching Meara is pretty entertaining, and I liked both characters, despite Meara’s dysfunctional personality.


EXCERPT:

Meara had been seconds from revelation, mere seconds. Now quivering with terror, she huddled in the corner of her electrified office while lights flashed and popped all around her, knowing there was no where to run. Monitors flashed and burst, exploding and sending shards of liquid fire into the air. A cop entered the small room, his arms stretched forward, gun in both hands and a flashlight on top of his gun.

Three more cops followed behind. No, they were government agents. The logo printed in white across their chest announced their profession.

Bright lights swept the room in a slow steady arc, searching for her. Finally resting on her face, she shielded her eyes. Smoke from the crucified computers filled the cubicle, making the agents choke. Sweat from fear beaded on her forehead, and her heart lurched to her throat. She closed her hands over her heart as if she could slow the furious beating.

"Hewitt, check this out. There might be more than this one. Barrister go search through the other rooms."

"Right, McKenna."

"My name is Jace McKenna," the man said as he approached cautiously, kicking debris from under foot until he stood above her. "Put your hands in the air."

His voice held so much authority and sounded so calm. For a moment she thought he meant to reassure then she remembered she was his prisoner. Well, she would be as soon as she complied with his demands.

Jace appeared dark, dangerous, handsome and tall, she noted at first. Very tall, which was hard to miss, since she was skinny and short. His eyes were an amber color with a hint of green. He towered over her. Beneath the deceiving bulkiness of his bulletproof vest, she observed next, his shoulders were very broad, and though his hips were lean, his thighs, tightly hugged by his jeans, were muscled and powerful.

His hair was blacker than the midnight sky, nearly indigo with its sheen, his amber eyes were cast into a rugged face that appeared naturally tanned. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. He seemed fierce, alive with a striking tension and a volatile energy that seemed to exude from him.

Shaking, sweat dripping down her face, Meara slowly raised her trembling arms. "D-don't shoot--me, please" She heard the pathetic whimper in her voice as she blinked the stinging sweat from her eyes where it melded with her mascara. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was sure it would burst through her ribs.

"Stand up, slowly." He swept the flashlight as well as the gun up and down the length of her body, which had been curled into a tight fetal position.

Rising to her feet, she leaned against the wall behind her, trying to keep her hands up and not fall flat on her face. She wiggled her butt against the wall and inched her way to a standing position. Her life flashed in front of her in a series of leaps and bounds until she saw the faces of her parents.

"Do as he says," they whispered. "Everything will turn out fine. You'll see. We love you." Then, just as they appeared, they vanished.

Their faces faded into the smoke and flashing lights. Her eyes open wide, she gazed at her enemy--her jailor. The man who was here to arrest her. Mind games, or was it mind think that her parents used to play with her, teaching her to communicate through thoughts instead of words. She focused on his brain, sending out feelers, trying to read his thoughts and trying to tell him she was no threat.

The next moment he was beside her, grasping one of her arms, and in one swift move he had turned her, both hands were behind her back and handcuffed. Her breath stopped for a moment. The movement had been so sudden she was thrown against the wall. Her face flattened on the smooth surface. Yet she was glad for that because the impact brought her back to the reality of this moment. Her mind cleared for a brief second. For courage she inhaled a swift deep breath.