An ex-cop and a psychic on the mend find their safe haven threatened by vandalism, arson, and the shadow of their dangerous past.
After overusing his Talent till he almost died, Brian wants nothing more than a quiet job on the farm, with Nick to come home to. He's trying to start a new life, despite bad dreams he can't shake, vandalism close to home, and his sister's problematic baby on the way.
Nick gave up the police force and moved to North Carolina to be with Brian, and he doesn't regret it. But he's at loose ends, with no real work, the lurking specter of Brian's brother Damon hanging around, and a worry in the pit of his stomach that Damon's old enemies might still be after Brian. Nick's keeping his eyes open and his gun loaded.
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Publisher: Independently Published
Tracefinder 3 - Kaje Harper - excerpt
Brian spotted a flicker of light and grabbed his phone off the stacked milk crates by the bed. The message symbol was blinking with a text from Nick. ~Done now. Even Brian could manage to read those simple words. He hesitated. Nick would need his rest for the long drive tomorrow, but Brian needed to hear his voice. He hit the phone symbol.
Nick answered, sounding drowsy. “Hey, I thought maybe you’d gone to bed.”
“Not yet.” He pressed the phone against his cheek and his whole body relaxed. “How did it go? Are you packed?”READ MORE
“Almost. We’ll load the bed into the truck in the morning. The stuff I’m not bringing is on the curb for free.”
Brian squeezed his eyes shut. It was almost like having Nick there. “I miss you.”
“Yeah. Only two more days. How are things going? Fallen in any manure piles yet?”
He considered telling Nick about the tractor, but it would just worry him, and he didn’t want Nick driving too fast for his sake. “We’re okay. A bit of this and that. No worries till you get here.”
Maybe his voice wasn’t as ordinary as he thought, because Nick said, “You sure?”
“Positive. Except for the part where I’ve been sleeping alone for two weeks.”
“Tell me about it.” Nick’s voice dropped and got huskier. “In fact, do tell me all about it.”
“Don’t you need to get some rest?” He signaled for Luger to jump off, though, and pushed down the waistband of his sweatpants.
Nick murmured, “I’ll sleep better with a good bedtime story. Tell me what you do all alone in that bed.”
“Mostly I sleep.” He grinned at Nick’s huff of breath. “Sometimes I think about this guy.”
“Some particular guy?”
“Maybe. He has dark hair and these hazel eyes that change color, and he works out a lot.”
“You like his muscles.”
“Yeah, I do.” Brian rubbed himself through his boxers and closed his eyes again to hear Nick better.
“And his dick.”
“Hah. Yeah. It’s pretty.”
“It’s huge and rugged and awesome.”
“It’s kind of ordinary size and pretty.”
“Wait. Do I know this guy?”
Brian fought a giggle. “I imagine I’m asleep after working all day, and you come in and strip off. And… do stuff.” He slipped his hand inside his shorts. Phone sex was still not one of his strong suits, but he was becoming a fan.
“Do stuff. That sounds… boring. I’m not boring in bed.”
“Nope.” He was running out of words. Nick was better at this. “What would you do?”
“Mm. Let me think. Are you face up or face down?”
He gripped himself harder. “Face up. Sleeping.”
“You won’t be sleeping for long once I crawl on top of you.”
“Tell me?” He didn’t want to talk, especially knowing Zander’s room was on the other side of the wall, but there was nothing better than lying here, stroking himself, listening to Nick say heated things in that low voice. Well, having Nick stroking him would be better, but for now, this was the best thing in his life. “What’ll you do to me, Nick?”
Nick’s chuckle was wicked. “Everything…”COLLAPSE