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Unknown to Skye Worthington, the people most important to her are keeping unearthly secrets from her. If not revealed and faced, these secrets will cause death for untold billions of people, Skye included. Rebelling against his family and their deadly, but necessary, secrets which kept him a recluse in a Caribbean paradise, Joe Allen meets Skye. They fall into a love forbidden to Joe until now. Can two people with unimaginable secrets—and more in common than either know—overcome a force capable of entering dreams and taking humans through outer space without life support to other planets? This is the dilemma facing Skye and Joe as she fights to keep her sanity, and her identity as a human being.
Rose
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-400-6
(348 pages) Spicy
Excerpt
"Me, too." Touching her sent heated energy surging through Joe: the first tantalizing twinge of the Joining's sexual pleasure. Fighting a yearning new to him, he prayed she didn't pull away. He'd never experienced the Joining, and wondered if it caused the spark in his palm when they touched.
"I like oaks." Skye said softly as she watched sea gulls wheel lazily in the azure sky. She liked how strong his hand felt. His touch was different from her father's or uncles'. If all male hands gave such a sense of secure acceptance, what had she missed all these years? No longer feeling awkward, she let his hand stay around hers, but wondered where the spark in her palm came from.
"Cherry trees are nice too." Joe said, somewhat breathy.
Skye gulped and whispered, "Maple trees, don't forget maple trees."
When they stopped on the hilltop depicted in his prizewinner, the setting sun colored the ocean and beach a deep reddish-orange. A German shepherd came to them and lay across Skye's toes. She patted its head. "What a beautiful dog!"
"His name's Aristotle. I can't believe Ari's letting you touch him! Only Mr. Davis and I do that. He snarls at every other human on the planet."
"I love him. We only had cats because we lived above my parents' art gallery." She felt a gust of wind. "The wind sure is strong up here."
Joe brushed a curl out of her eyes, sending heat to his fingers. He felt her grow fearful. "The trades. They make everything cooler for night-time activities. You love looking at the ocean as much as I do."
"Yes. I'm drawn to it for some reason."
"I could watch you looking at the ocean forever. You're beautiful, Skye."
She said softly, "Thank you."
