No name. No memory. No pulse.
Ten years ago, Wraith woke up a walking-dead freak, and not just by human standards. Vamps, weres, mages: they’ve all got what she’s lost—memories, a heartbeat, the ability to feel pleasure without pain.
Before the FBI helps her uncover her past, Wraith and human Caleb O’Flare must investigate a string of crimes against feline Otherborn. Soon, however, their partnership turns personal, with Wraith offering herself to Caleb in every way imaginable.
Light and dark. Good and evil. Healer and destroyer.
In order to find out who murdered his best friend, Caleb joins the FBI’s first Para-Ops team. The last thing he expects is to be partnered with a sexy-as-hell wraith—a ghost with a fast-approaching expiration date.
Wraith would just as soon crush Caleb beneath her stiletto heel as look at him—and he has to admit, she’d be justified—yet their attraction burns like a lit fuse racing toward an inevitable explosion. The only way to have her is to brave the pain of losing her—and convince her forever is worth the fight.
Warning: Contains an off-the-chart chemical attraction and hot sex between a trash-talking wraith who loves ABBA and high heels, and a shaman who’s determined to give her not only the one night she craves, but the one thing she wants most of all—his love.
