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Philip Drake is immortal by virtue of a psychic power that heals all but the worst injuries. He’s needed every bit of it as a black ops agent, a life so violent that the line between pain and pleasure is tangled up in his head.
When he walks away from the CIA, the last thing he expects is to discover someone stole his DNA to create a race of super-healers. And that the expectant mother is a woman from his past who’d consider it her pleasure to spit on his grave.
One moment, Delilah Sefton is listening to a seriously hot, seriously deranged man giving her some half-baked explanation as to why she’s pregnant with no memory of how she got that way. The next, armed men swarm into her bar, and she and Mr. Sexy-Crazy are on the run.
Safety at the Phoenix Institute is only temporary, but it’s long enough to put the pieces together. A madman plans to steal her son in a plot to take over the world. And to stop him, she must learn to trust the baby’s father—a man she blames for her greatest loss.
new ability to control the healing related to your getting pain and pleasure all mixed up? Or was that always there?” She asked in a quiet voice, not wanting to anger him. But he needed to talk about it. Hell, she needed to talk about it. “I’m sure it was always partly there. It got stronger recently. I know it’s not normal.” “Well, hell, not much about all of this is normal, Hawk.” She ran a hand through her hair to smooth it back. “We can chuck normal out the window for good.” He stared at
thought of how she’d dug her nails into Hawk’s shoulders. Some might think she was sick. They’d definitely think Hawk was. She didn’t care. “Alec, why did you scowl when I mentioned Philip a minute ago?” “He’s keeping secrets again. I don’t understand why he does that.” He hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans, looking like a male model in a magazine ad. She wondered if he knew how good-looking he was. “Lansing kept secrets from me all the time. I don’t like them.” “I can
his face. “Don’t you give up on me. Heal.” His eyes opened again. He licked his lips. “Better off without me, Lily.” “I don’t care about your stupid fucking self-pity. Heal.” His forehead furrowed. “Will…try.” But his eyes began to roll back in his head. No, she’d not lose him, she couldn’t, she needed him, their baby needed him. His eyes flickered again. At least he was trying to stay with her now. He was fighting. Where the hell was Alec? They needed help, they needed a hospital, he needed
fire, as energy of some sort flowed from her into Hawk’s hand and then into the rest of his body. She squinted. The energy seemed almost visible between them, a faint glowing red haze. His eyes flicked open, meeting her gaze. They stayed locked together, breathing as one. Vaguely, as if from far away, she heard someone yelling her name. That voice on the phone sounded awfully loud. The door crashed open. The dresser Hawk had used to block it smashed against the far wall. Alec stood revealed in
wanted you, because it was the only piece of my life that gave me joy. I should have gotten both you and Lily out of there, no matter the cost. Don’t tell me I’m wrong. I’m right now and I was wrong, wrong, wrong then. Let me at least take responsibility for it.” Del was silent. His mother was silent. It fell to him to say something but he’d no idea what was appropriate. He was tired of feeling nothing deeply but pain and anger. “All right.” He nodded to his mother. She brought a cross that