Over-achieving and skeptical securities and commodities sales agent, Nova Foxx is dragged kicking and screaming into believing the supernatural when an almost-fatal mountain climbing accident results in a near-death experience that kick-starts her inherent psychic abilities into overdrive. Nova soon discovers with her newfound "gifts" comes great responsibility, and is forced to relocate to another city in search of the subject of her clairvoyance with the hopes of ending her visions and saving a stranger's life. First she must convince him that his life is in jeopardy without revealing who she is and how she knows.

Zane Youngblood is a high school social worker who wants to save the world one child at a time. An impossible order to fill, but this doesn't stop him from trying, especially when he's raising a young troubled teen of his own looking for acceptance and a savior wherever he can find them.

A man who wants to save the world one child at a time...a young teen looking for acceptance and a savior wherever he can find them…and a woman who wants only to save them both. Somewhere between darkness and daylight they will all find and save each other.

EXCERPT

Zane looked at Nova standing in the middle of his guest bedroom, clad in his gray NYU T-shirt, and all he could think about was getting her out of it. “So, we’re all ready for beddy-bye now? Got all your calls made to the neighbors?”

Nova nodded. “Yo-Yo’s all taken care of for the night and tomorrow morning.”

“You’ve got great neighbors.”

“Most of them probably used to be your sister’s neighbors.”

“Probably.”

She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “You’ve suffered a lot of loss in the last few years, haven’t you?”

“No more than anyone else.” Was she trying to get him to talk about his sister or his wife? He wasn’t in the mood for either, too concerned with what had happened earlier. But maybe that’s why Nova was bringing up his past, to take his mind, and hers, off the present. “If you’re all set, then I think I’ll..."

“Wait. Don’t go.” She caught his biceps and held him. Not that it took all that much effort to keep him where he was, since he didn’t want to leave her.

He wondered if he would ever get used to the constant push-pull he felt with her. The wanting to touch her, hold her, make love to her weighed against the caution and suspicion that colored all of their encounters so far, at least from his perspective.

He wondered how Nova saw their little meetings so far.

Tilting his head, he stared at her. “I couldn’t go if I tried.”

“Don’t try. Stay with me.” She led him over to the full-sized bed and sat him down.

Zane looked at her as she stood in front of him and astride one knee. He still wasn’t sure what to make of her, how she had gotten into his life and why she was here. He sensed Ransom’s
attempted mugging had just been a vehicle, that he and Nova would have come together with or without his nephew’s doing. He felt like they had been together already…in another life.

Or in a dream.

There was that thought again; it wouldn’t let go.

He'd never believed in destiny and fate and, much to his very religious mother’s chagrin, didn’t consider himself all that spiritual. He'd gone to church as a kid because he had to, but the last time he had been inside a house of worship as an adult had been at his wife’s funeral.

He swallowed hard as he gazed up at Nova. He didn’t want to think about Sinny now, didn’t want to dwell on her death or the other bad things that had happened in his life. He wanted only to immerse himself in Nova’s essence. There was something so comforting and stable about having her there, enough to keep his mind off Mrs. Diaz’s attack, the trip to the precinct, the vandalism…

She palmed his face and moved closer as he slid his arms up around her waist and bent his head to nuzzle her cotton-covered vagina. Just a couple of thin layers of material separated him from the warmest, most sensual place he wanted to be. Needed to be. He wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of man, especially with Ransom in his life, but he wanted Nova enough that he was willing to take that risk, chance being with her just for tonight. He didn’t want to think what he would do if she was a one-night-stand kind of woman.
“Are you worried about Ransom?”

He sat up straight to look at her. “Should I be?”
“I just thought I’d ask. I wouldn’t want to traumatize him anymore than he’s been already today.”
“He should be sound asleep. And he’s a heavy sleeper, too.”

“You don’t say.” She stepped closer and rubbed her knee against his hard and still burgeoning cock.

Zane gasped and gripped her hips. “Actually, I was worried about me.”

“Don’t be afraid of me, Zane.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“I would never hurt you,” she whispered.

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

“I already know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Why do you have so much faith in me?”

She shrugged, the sultry seductress before him momentarily reduced to a shy and speechless little girl.

He broke the stillness by pulling her down and maneuvering their bodies until she was beneath him.

She smiled up at him. “What now?”

“You mean you don’t know?”

She reached for his belt in response and quickly unbuckled it before he caught a wrist and stopped her.

“Before we get carried away with this, I don’t have anything.”

“Oh.”

He laughed at her pout. “You either?”

“I didn’t exactly leave my house this morning prepared for a sleepover.”

“I can’t remember the last time I had that telltale round imprint in my wallet either.” He chuckled. “Aren’t we a pair?”

“Yeah. A pair of responsible adults with a kid in the house, but,” she reached for his pants again, quickly unfastening them before he could object, and slid her hand inside, “there are other ways…”

Zane hissed and bit his bottom lip when she glanced up at him, her dark eyes heated and bright as she bent her head over his cock. “I’ve wanted to do this since we met at the precinct.

Does that make me a shameless hussy?”

“No.” He shook his head and cupped her face. “It makes me remarkably lucky.” He closed his eyes as she wrapped her hot, full lips around the head of his penis and dipped her tongue into the slit. Because he was out of practice, his legs trembled. Zane tunneled his hands through her hair, fisting them against her scalp to steady himself.

Nova licked his cock from base to tip, then lowered her head and drew him into her mouth inch by torturous inch.

He gasped, trying to pull back, the pleasure so intense and sudden, he thought he might hurt her if he gave into it. But she held him in place, one hand pressed against an ass cheek and pulling him closer, the other reaching down between his legs to stroke his scrotum.
Delicious waves of cold heat rode Zane’s spine. He groaned and slowly pumped his hips as she took him deeper, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat, and still she went further, her lips brushing the base of his cock as she boldly sucked.

“Nova…sweet Jesus, I can’t hold it,” he panted.

She sucked without pause, her grip on his ass tightening.

“I’m going to…Oh, God…” Zane bit back a curse as colors and firelight exploded before his eyes; he
shuddered in her embrace, balls tight and drawn close to his groin as he surged into her mouth in an endless, powerful jet that noodled his legs.