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Автор Мишель Роуэн
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Hell hath no fury… Fate has led Eden Riley to become a "psychic consultant" to the police, even though her abilities are unreliable at best. Those paranormal powers are about to get her into a jam she couldn't have predicted: After her hunky police detective partner guns down a serial killer in front of her, Eden realizes that she's quite literally no longer alone. A voice in her head introduces himself as Darrak. He's a demon. But not in a bad way!…Like a woman possessed. Darrak lost his original body three hundred years ago, thanks to a witch's curse. This is the first time he's been able to speak directly to a host, plus there's a bonus: Eden's psychic energy helps him to take form during daylight hours. He wants to use this chance to find a way to break his curse — finally. Otherwise, Eden's going to have to learn to live with this sexy demon… like it or not. But she thinks she might like it.
“You’re Eden Riley, right? Wow, it’s
Eden cringed and slowly turned to see a wide-eyed man with a receding hairline staring at her expectantly. She forced a smile. “That would be me. ”
He beamed back at her. “I’m Constable Santos. I was sent ahead to keep you company until Detective Hanson arrives. He’s running a bit late. ”
Since she’d been waiting a half hour already, she kind of figured that.
“I should probably warn you that the detective’s a bit of a skeptic. He’s not that big on adding psychics to the investigation. ”
“Trust me, Constable, I’m used to that kind of attitude.
”He waved a hand. “Don’t let it bother you. You’ll just show him how insightful you are and make a believer out of him. ”
Eden tried to hold on to her smile. “Fair enough. ”
“So how does this work?” he asked.
“How does what work?”
“The psychic thing to solve our unsolved cases. Everyone’s still buzzing about what you did last month. ”
Eden’s stomach twisted unpleasantly. Up until last month, and just before she’d moved to the city, she’d worked at Psychic Connexions, a phone-based service located two hours north of Toronto, meant for entertainment only — astrology readings, love life, and job advice. She had a talent for saying the right thing at the right time and keeping her customers happy enough to get them to be repeat callers.
She simply told people what they wanted to hear, helped by some mild insight and a knack for reading tarot cards. Everyone was happy.
But it didn’t mean she was really, truly psychic.
Little did she know that one of her regulars was Meredith Holt, the wife of Toronto’s current chief of police and a devout believer in All Things Mystical. She’d discovered Eden by accident (or
One day Merry called in crying and near hysterical. Her beloved Maltese terrier, Sunny, had gone missing and she was beside herself with worry.
