A TOUCH OF FIRE

Excerpt

...The moment his lips touched her sensitive hand, a warm glow had flowed through every part of her body.

Bemused, she gazed at her open palm where the last ripples from his kiss stirred her blood. From one flick of thought to the next, she fell into a vision.

She stood in a snow-swept mountain valley, cold...so cold. No jacket, no sweater. The frigid ground bit into her bare feet, but she was trapped, chained by her ankle to a freezing metal stake. Danger and death hung in the air.

Michael called her name. She looked up at a rise behind the tent camp and saw him striding toward her, arms raised in surrender, while death stalked him...a death he'd walked into because of her.

She groaned and whispered his name.

"Summer? What's wrong?" Michael's fingers gripped her shoulders.

Shivering, she looked up into his worried eyes, but she couldn't gather her frozen thoughts enough to respond. His hands were her only source of heat.

"Damn, you're cold."

He rubbed her arms. "Come on, honey, talk to me."

"I." She licked her lips, swallowed. "I saw danger for you. Danger, d...death."

Her throat closed up and tears rolled down her face.

Michael drew her up out of the chair and wrapped her in his warmth. She laid her cheek on his chest. His T-shirt smelled of soap and clean male. The strong, steady throb of his heartbeat unraveled her tension. This was where she wanted to be, always. But that was an idle dream. The vision had proved that associating with her was deadly to Michael—not only from the backlash of fiery ley lines, but somehow, if their paths didn't change, she'd be instrumental in drawing him to a frigid death...