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“Do you love me?” he asked and held his breath as he waited for her answer. She had his heart in her hands, and he prayed she would keep it.

She nodded, slowly at first, then a small smile trembled at the corners of her lips.

He took a deep breath and a giant leap of faith. “Will you marry me, Devra Morgan Miller? Will you stay by my side always and never let me give up fighting for you, for us, for our family?”

Tears pooled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. “On one condition.”

He had her, he could tell by the color filling her cheeks. He flashed his famous MacIntyre grin, known to melt hearts all over the South. “And what would that be, sugar?”

“We don’t fight any more monsters alone. Real, imagined, or otherwise.”

He climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He would hold tight to her for the rest of his life.

“You’re on, baby. You’re on.”

The End

A Note From Cynthia

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If you enjoy Psychic Romance, please turn the page for an excerpt from book 1 from my Deadly Secrets Series - Deadly Secrets Loving Lies.

The Deadly Secrets Seriesoffers high-octane romantic suspense that keeps you guessing until the very end.

A few decades ago, the Counter Terrorist Agency (CTA) started a program that studied, mapped, and enhance the sixth senses. They pushed ethical boundaries by experimenting on pregnant women. One of those women was Amelia Marsters. Her daughters, triplets, now work to help others like them, born with special abilities, and targeted because of them.

Some secrets are too deadly to share…with anyone.

As a former counter-terrorism agent, Genie Marsters knows how to take care of herself. But when masked men invade her desert hideaway, she’s outnumbered. The last thing she expects is a rescue, especially from Kyle Montgomery. Her ex-partner. Her ex-lover. Her betrayer.

Kyle’s sure Genie betrayed him and their unit. While she still makes his blood burn—in all the right ways—the secrets she hides could be the most deadly weapon of all.

Excerpt From Deadly Secrets Loving Lies

Chapter One

Genie Marsters perchedin the bulletproof glass-encased crow’s nest at the top of her desert home and watched the UPS truck barrel toward her down the long dirt road. A plume of dust kicked up behind it. This wasn’t good. Only one person knew where she lived, and he wouldn’t send her a delivery without warning her first.

The driver pulled to a stop amidst a cloud of sand and hopped out of the truck. He stared up at her circular retreat built high on stilts. No one could get in without her knowing it. Other than the trap door above her, the steep flight of stairs leading to her front door was the only way in or out of her sanctuary—her tree house without the tree.

She descended the ladder out of the crow’s nest and stepped into the loft that doubled for her bedroom, then continued down the stairs to the main floor. She rested one hand lightly on the front door, glanced through the peephole and waited for him to approach. She cleared her mind, opening herself to any impressions she could read from him once she opened the door. She’d spent most of her life trying to ignore the empathic abilities she’d been born with, to fit in with normal people. To be normal. Now, she knew better. The three Marsters girls would never be normal. Some advantages you just had to embrace.

The UPS guy—male, approximately thirty-years-old, six-foot, blue eyes, blond hair, lean and mean with massive, muscular thighs—climbed the stairs to her front door. Could be he liked to take care of himself. Could be he wasn’t a UPS driver.

Genie pulled her Glock out of a sconce on the wall next to the door. She slipped it into the waistband of her favorite black pants at the small of her back, fluffed her hair then opened the door. She faked a wide, flirtatious smile. “Good morning,” she greeted, a touch too loud, a touch too cheery, while her gaze dropped to the small box clutched in the man’s grasp.

Small. Printed address. Too much of his hand covered the type for her to be able to read who’d sent it.

The man smiled back showing a mouthful of perfectly straight obviously whitened teeth. “Morning ma’am. You have quite a place out here.” He shifted, trying to peek around her.

Genuine curiosity or something more? She reached with her thoughts, trying to read him, but couldn’t. His mind was shut tight. He gestured down the steep staircase that led to his truck below. “Don’t believe I’ve ever seen a house on stilts in the desert before.” He took a step forward into her personal space while once again trying to peer into the octagonal room behind her. Only this time he wasn’t so subtle about it.

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