PSYCHIC ROMANCE EBOOK
It was only meant to be a weekend stay in that damned hotel. Work. Sleep. Eat. That’s it.
What I got was temptation laid in wait. First the damn rose. Then him. Hadrian Maellen – enigmatic with his dark tousled hair and unassuming perfection.
Things started to perk up the moment I opened my hotel room door to him.
The line between work and play became dangerously blurry that weekend.
I never intended for things to get so out of hand.
You see, I’m an empath and I can taste people’s emotions. Yes taste them. I use it to my advantage. Most of the time.
Hadrian tasted good. Heart pounding lust good.
Where is my dignity? My self-respect? My panties?