An Angel ignites passion in his heart but can this black Soul ever really love her?
John Monroe had done unspeakable evil in his miserable life. He thought nothing of the order to kill this woman until his eyes feasted on her beauty. He was stunned by his reaction to her.
Rachael dared to dream of a love, nothing could stop. She had to find out if the man in her dreams was real. She would learn to control her strange powers. Sensing evil with her five senses was a curse she lived with until she fell and lost her memory and her heart.
His instincts were all he had left. He was like a dead man walking but not feeling, breathing, but not living. There was iron beneath his clothes-hot, resilient—male body, ready for any action, any deed. There was no heart, no empathy, no love for anyone and especially not for himself.
The day was clear and calm but her heart ached for him, the man of her dreams. She still had dreams of him almost every night. Was he real or just her imagination? The dreams let her see his hands and his eyes but never all of him. Rachael knew in her heart that he was real. He was supposed to be for her. Why had she not met him yet? Her dreams seemed so vivid that she could smell him; feel his breath on her neck; hands on her body; his lips on her lips; and his eyes watching and piercing into her eyes. He was her hope.