Empath Katrina Shepard spends most of her time alone, preferring solitude to the constant press of the pain and emotion of others. When she meets publishing tycoon Kassian McAllister at a party she finds herself intrigued. He is the first man she can't read. Maybe she isn't the only one with strange psychic powers.
An Earthbound Angel, Kassian has spent the better part of a century hunting Jack the Ripper. His personal quest for vengeance has locked his heart and emotions behind a tightly guarded door. But Kat reawakens the emotions he thought long dead. As they grow closer they both learn truths about themselves and see a chance for love.
But Jack the Ripper still roams the Earth and Kat has become the ideal target. Will Kassian finally have his revenge or will he lose yet another woman he loves?
Page Count: 272
Word Count: 72512
“I’d like you to wait for my driver …I’ll send Jerry back to take you home.” She opened her mouth as though she would protest, but he cut her off with a tight smile. “I insist. I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to trust me again.”
“I don’t understand…”
“I know you don’t, and I can’t explain right now…but promise me you will wait for Jerry.”
She nodded up at him, her blue eyes swimming. He turned away. He wasn’t the comforting-tearful-women-type and at the moment he was focused on getting the Shephard woman out. Hell, this hadn’t been on his agenda for the evening. He didn’t know what was going on, but he had a pretty good suspicion. If he had an ounce of common sense, he would leave right this minute and call in his men to check it out. He felt the responsibility like the weight of the woman in his arms; but until he could confirm it one way or the other, he wasn’t taking chances. Kat Shephard had detected the taint of evil before he’d felt even the faintest hint of prickling shocks creeping up and down his spine, and that was worrisome. He’d have to figure that out later. She was obviously very sensitive; right now he needed to distance her from the area as soon as possible.
Jerry held the car door as Kassian ducked into the back seat settling Kat on his lap. The door slammed behind him as soon as he pulled his legs in, and the tinted windows shielded them from the trailing photographers and curious onlookers. He pulled a blanket from under the seat and tucked it around her as he realized he hadn’t thought to see if she had a coat and the November evening was chilly. The atmosphere still felt heavy and oppressive with something dark, though it was less pronounced now. He tucked the blanket more closely around the motionless woman in his arms. In sleep, she looked like a child, young and defenseless, her fisted hand resting quietly on his chest, her thick lashes forming dark crescents against her pale skin. Her intricate hairstyle had come loose and wisps of spun silk tickled his neck as Jerry cranked the heat and opened the rear vents. He absently stroked the softness of her cheek, his long fingers brushing a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and she curled into him like a lost kitten. He felt something heavy settle in his chest, a temptation in the air that had nothing to do with evil, but everything to do with sin. Damn, this was so not on his agenda.