Just when you think the danger has passed...
Just when you've stopped looking over your shoulder...
Evil finds a way...
Tammy Carter lost her psychic abilities in the aftermath of tragedy. Now, years later, her power resurrects when evil returns to her town. Everything in her comfort zone is disintegrating, except for one thing--the searing attraction she feels for one man. The one man who might stand between her...and death.
Bodyguard Kyle Hawthorne doesn't believe in the supernatural or in Tammy's psychic gift, but when her life is threatened he'll do anything to protect her. Professionalism requires a platonic relationship with his coworker at Taggert Security Team, yet the sizzling connection he feels for Tammy demands exploration every time he's near her.
Tammy harbors lightning-hot fantasies about Kyle. Suddenly their sensual desires and emotional connections are too powerful to ignore, and as they seek to sate the long-denied sexual hunger, they spark a chain reaction of events that may bring them together, or allow the evil to consume them.
Note: This story is the sequel to Dangerous Intentions, although it can be read as a stand-alone. It was previously published elsewhere, but has been extensively revised.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Treacherous Wishes by Denise A. Agnew
Hawthorne kept a firm grip on Tammy's upper arm, and the heat seemed to sear right through her light denim jacket, through her T-shirt and into her flesh. He'd want to follow her home, she was certain. But she couldn't let him. Tammy didn't want him to feel obligated, and his protective nature would force him to act chivalrous.
"I'm okay, Hawthorne," she said as they arrived at her car a block down from the church.
He released her, but as she leaned back against the vehicle, Tammy saw the grim set of his mouth.
She crossed her arms in defense. "Out with it. I'm ready for the obligatory lecture."
His frown grew severe. "I'm following you home."
"What is wrong with you?" Hawthorne stepped close. So what else was new? To hell with personal space requirements. "Did you plan on coming out to your car tonight without an escort?"
"Of course not. It's dark by this time of evening and Mrs. Traynor told me Joe could walk me out in the evenings."
He nodded, and some of the tension left his face. A dark fire remained in his eyes. "Tell me what happened in there. You went into this weird trance and you looked ill. I've never seen you so pale. Not even the other day when you passed out in the office. If you're not sick then what is it?"
She shook her head. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm okay before you get that through your stubborn head?"
Revelation flashed across his face, then fierceness. "Oh, man."
"Are you pregnant?" he asked, his voice a whisper in the cool night.
Shock slipped through her and Tammy gasped. Was he insane? "Of course not. What kind of question is that? And even if I was, it wouldn't be any of your business."
"It is my business." He leaned closer, lines forming at his mouth as his jaw clenched visibly.
As heat blazed in his eyes, she knew she'd never seen him like this before. Curiosity drove her. "Why? Why would it be your business?"
His Adam's apple worked as he swallowed. Uncertainty flickered over his stubborn face. "I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't worry about you."
Her anger eased with the placation, but her voice stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak.
"Are you going to tell me what really happened in there, or am I going to have to force it out of you?" he asked.
"Exactly how do you plan to do that?"
As he took another step toward her they almost touched, and she looked up into his blazing eyes. Oh, man. He's just so...intense. So passionate. And he frightens the hell out of me because he reads me so well.
Tammy's heart thudded in her chest and she took a quick, almost gasping breath. Tension tightened her limbs and sealed her in place. He placed his hands on either side of her, effectively bracketing her against the car. Caged, she shivered with a wild anticipation that sent warm, liquid need deep into her belly. Her nipples tightened and tingled. The dim light surrounding them cocooned them in secrets and made her long for his touch.
Oh, indeed. His touch. Everywhere.
With any other man, she would have felt frightened by the hungry light in his gaze. Hawthorne inspired longings deep in her heart and sent fresh craving coiling in her womb.
"Maybe we should use this time to talk about what is happening between us, too," he said, his voice husky. "There's one thing we need to clear up first."
"What?" she asked breathlessly.
Without hesitation, he leaned and his mouth took hers. Tammy moaned softly as his lips molded and caressed, then turned urgent. Hot and drugging, his mouth shaped hers until her lips parted in surprise and a driving need to respond. Her hands flattened over his hard chest, her fingers spreading wide until she touched the hard nubs of his nipples through his shirt. He groaned into her mouth and pressed her against the unyielding metal behind her. His tongue thrust and parted her lips, plunged deep into her mouth.
Simultaneously she felt everything about him at once, and it intoxicated her senses. His steel-hard cock pressed her belly, and her loins clenched and throbbed with an answering arousal. Tammy felt a trickle of moisture between her legs and knew she grew wet, her folds aching for relief. Wild desires streaked through her like fire as she tilted her hips in an insane need to get closer, to mesh her body with his in a primitive dance. She drew his fresh male scent into her and it made her dizzy. Her body reacted strongly as he changed the angle of his kiss, and then one kissed turned into three. Four. Wildly turned on, she met his tongue with her own, realized she was whimpering in the back of her throat. His tongue caressed hers, fucking her mouth with a deep rhythm that sent searing spirals into her stomach. Her nipples felt so hard and tight, yearning for his hands to touch, pluck. Oh, God. She wanted his mouth on them so much.
Amazed and drugged with desire, she shivered delicately when he tore his mouth from hers and he buried his lips against her ear. "God, Tammy. You're driving me insane. I'd love nothing better then to make love to you right here, but I think we'd get arrested."
His right hand slipped up and he cupped her breast. She clutched at his shoulders, her fingers searching over hard muscle with pure enjoyment.
"Oh." The breathless syllable slipped from her as pinwheels of excitement darted through her.
His thumb passed over her nipple and she moaned as her flesh tightened. Involuntarily, she wriggled against him and he pushed his hips against her once more. The long bar of his cock stroked her stomach, and she imagined his length plowing her with strong thrusts.
He whispered into her ear. "The idea that you might be pregnant--fuck--that another man might have--"
She shouldn't have found his pronouncements that he wanted to fuck her surprising. His rock hard cock spoke to it. Yet the sheer yearning in his voice, the trembling possession also told of jealousy.
But this was Hawthorne. Her co-worker. Her friend. If they plunged into this insanity, everything would change.
"Hawthorne, we can't," she managed to say in a shaky voice.
His tongue touched her earlobe and she gasped as the hot sensation sent her body and mind into riot. He released her breast, moved back entirely, his departure leaving her feeling alone. His eyes, tormented with a desire she knew reflected in her as well, traced over body swiftly.
"Right." His voice sounded rusty, and he cleared his throat. His chest rose and fell, his breathing heavier. "Not here. Not now. When we make love it's gotta be right. You deserve more."
She almost said it. Almost denied the idea of there being any time in the future they could make love. Something in his expression held her back. Though his touch, his kisses had shown pure carnal need and a gathering inability to restrain himself, his protective attitude also warmed her deep down.
He reached out one more time and cupped her cheek. "You all right?"
"You're going to tell me what's happening with you one way or the other. I'm going to find out."
He withdrew his touch and she swallowed hard. "There's nothing to tell."
"All right," he said huskily. "You win for tonight. But if I hear about any more strange fainting spells or that you're sick and haven't told me, there will be hell to pay."
She took another deep breath to start her lungs working again, and tearing her gaze from his, she unlocked the car and slid inside. As she pulled away from the curb, Tammy thought her heart would never slow down and that she'd never stop shaking. For one heart-stopping moment she'd thought...
No, she didn't want to think about it.
It came anyway, flooding her with pure, sexual heat.
For one moment, she'd almost suggested he come home with her so they could explore what they'd started. To finish the night out in her bed.