Title: Touch Me #1
Series: Touch Me
Author: Skye Malone
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Wildflower Isle
Publication Date: February 18, 2015
Cover Designer: Karri Klawiter
Caitlin Faire was only expecting a simple night out to celebrate her best friend’s twenty-first birthday. But enter one gorgeous and mysterious guy, and inexplicable visions that can’t possibly be real, and you have an evening that becomes anything but simple.
Suddenly, she’s seeing visions everywhere. Being overwhelmed by strange impulses she can’t control. She thinks she’s going insane.
Until she almost kills the first man she touches.
doorway at the harsh whisper. And he’s standing there. The guy from the club.
From the street. A matte black jacket covers him now, and if not for the
moonlight streaming through the window on the other side of the room, he’d
disappear into the thick shadows entirely.
floor of a hospital that’s mostly shut down for the night. Terrified, I back
adrenaline of the past moments has shot all my reserves of energy. I crumple
back against the pale green curtain and hear the rungs clatter on the metal
his strong hands catching me before I can fall farther.
“You need your strength. Why are you—”
the dark-haired girl on the bed, and something about his face goes still. It
lasts only a heartbeat, though. Then he turns back to me and the odd expression
continue berating me.
sliding around my back while the other takes my legs, and he lifts me
effortlessly. Instinctively, my arms wrap around his neck, hanging on tight as
he carries me to the hospital bed.
rational, smart-Caitlin part of me — wants to scream bloody murder for the
nurse. Because he was there, right when I noticed the fog for the first time.
Right when I realized what was happening to me. It could be his fault for all I
listening. The rest of me is locked on him. On the sensation of his jacket
against my bare legs, the fabric warmed by his body. On the way I can feel his
muscles moving in his chest when he turns with me in his arms. I bite my lip,
all manner of urges and thoughts flying through my head. Only a lifetime of
habit crushes them before they take me like wildfire.
hospital bed. His arms leave me and he sinks down, folding into the chair at my
bedside with fluid ease. He’s comfortable in his body, I can tell. More
comfortable than anyone I’ve ever seen. Moonlight touches his skin and
shoulders with silver, though much of his face is hidden in the shadow the
see them, barely, in the darkness. They make it difficult to think.