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Along a dark stretch of night, Thorn stumbles across a building on fire and breaths life back into a beautiful young woman. Little does he realizes Chase comes with a whole heap of trouble, but soon he’s too invested in keeping her alive. Wanting to know all her secrets, he escapes with her to hide from the hitman sent to track her down.
Chase isn’t sure she can trust the big muscular MC man, but Thorn is a heap of temptation she can’t refuse. Especially once she begins to dream of him … premonitions of a future that become reality. And when she dreams of him dying because of her, Chase runs far away in hopes of saving him.
But what took her away also brings her back, and this time Chase knows that to hold onto a future with Thorn, she has to finally confront the danger trying to kill her.
He headed over to his duffel bag and pulled out a black t-shirt. Tattoos lined each arm and across his shoulders. In the middle of his back was a full-scale Grim Reaper, holding the bloody rose, and all the air swooshed out of her body. She’d never met this man before, had certainly never seen him half-naked, so there was no possible way on earth she could’ve known about the tattoo. Had he taken his shirt off after he’d pulled her from the fire? She couldn’t remember, but she didn’t think so. Was she simply projecting her near-death experience into some weird out-of-body moment? Nothing made sense, but she was more than a little freaked out. He didn’t seem to notice her strangled silence as he slipped the shirt over his head and then used the towel to dry his hair. A moment later, he turned to toss it into the bathroom.
He turned and caught her staring. “What?”
“Tattoo,” she whispered. Her voice didn’t hurt quite as much if she talked quietly.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, very close to her legs. He was a buff, muscular man who took up a lot of space. All that separated them was a thin blanket.
“Yeah, I have a lot of them. Biker life, I guess. Something to do.” He shrugged. “I’m glad to hear your voice, even if it’s only a whisper.”
She pointed toward his back.
“You want to see it? Okay.”
He half-turned, lifting his shirt. There it was again. The exact same tattoo she’d seen in the dream … or was it a vision? Chase struggled trying to come to grips that something strange was happening, although she wasn’t sure what it was. Two times in a row she had dreamed something that had come true.
“Chase?”
She snapped back to attention. He had lowered his shirt once more and turned back around to stare intently at her.
“You okay, Princess?”
Chase shook her head. She didn’t know what the hell was going on.
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