PreView

PreView

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by Alanna Coca
     
 

Architect Ryann Phillips lives a normal life—except for her psychic dreams. Few of her premonitions make sense, or even cause her to lose sleep, until she dreams about a vicious murder and is compelled to warn the would-be victim.

Attorney Trevor Kearney doesn't believe it when Ryann claims his client's ex wants her dead. Nevertheless, he's intrigued by

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Overview

Architect Ryann Phillips lives a normal life—except for her psychic dreams. Few of her premonitions make sense, or even cause her to lose sleep, until she dreams about a vicious murder and is compelled to warn the would-be victim.

Attorney Trevor Kearney doesn't believe it when Ryann claims his client's ex wants her dead. Nevertheless, he's intrigued by her ability to hold up to his questioning, and by the unexpected attraction he feels for the beautiful woman. He reluctantly agrees to work together to keep his client safe…and to spend more time with Ryann.

Ryann hasn't met anyone who infuriates and arouses her like Trevor does. He may question her psychic visions, but there's no doubting their sexual chemistry. As they grow closer, their relationship could put them in the path of a killer and inadvertently set the course of events in motion…

Refreshed version of PREJA VU, newly revised by author.

53,000 words

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426891984
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
09/05/2011
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
669,722
File size:
1 MB

Meet the Author

Always a voracious reader, Alanna began writing poetry in grade school, and short stories in high school. She started her first novel, a historical Western romance, Wyoming Solace, years ago with a legal pad and pencil, often written in the wee hours of the morning when she needed something to do to relax. Before long the story lived on her computer desktop, where it sat patiently awaiting periodic visits from the reluctant writer. After her first release, she moved to romantic suspense and contemporary romance, but keeps the cowboys close to her heart.

She loves to write stories to keep a reader guessing, and surprise them in the end.

For a spicier selection of romance novels by Alanna, see what her alter ego, Olivia Brynn, is up to at oliviabrynn.com.

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Something isn't right.

Ryann ground her forehead into her bent arm and leaned into the shower wall. The hot water beat down onto her back. Steam had built to such a level that she was barely able to see the various bottles of beauty products lining the stall. Taking a deep breath was out of the question; the air in the shower was too hot and thick. As much as she wanted to relax and purge her mind of the dream, whenever she closed her eyes it would replay, starting with the deep twisting in her gut.

Something isn't right.

Ryann's skin crawled. She focused on the scene, specifically the blond woman before her.

"Snap out of it, Victoria!" The man gripped Victoria's arms and gave her a sharp shake.

Victoria screamed furiously. He shoved her against the elevator doors. She struggled, then bent down and bit her attacker's hand. Although the need to take action was palpable, Ryann could only stand frozen as the scene unfolded before her eyes.

"Shit!" he hissed, releasing his hold on her to shake his hand in pain. He immediately reached for her again but stopped suddenly, as though he'd hit an invisible field.

Victoria's smile didn't reach her eyes. It was a mirthless curl of her lips, which turned into a dry laugh. But then… Oh God, no. A gun!

No time…there's no time.

Seconds later a shot rang out in the vacant hallway. It echoed off of every wall, shaking the panes of glass in the doorways.

"It was you all along." Wide-eyed and pale, Victoria stood stock-still for a heartbeat before falling back against the elevator doors, clutching her stomach. The doors opened, and she fell inside onto her back. Blood pooled beneath her immobile body.

The doors closed, bounced off of her legs, then opened again.

And again.

The vision was clear, down to the anger flashing in Victoria's blue eyes. Each detail of the scene was imprinted onto the reel that played repeatedly through her mind. It lasted sixty seconds at the most. Only when awake could she slow it down, like a movie in slow motion, to freeze each frame to study its details.

Ryann's nightly premonitions were nothing new, but they rarely bothered her to this extent. She ran the scrubbie over her body a second time to cleanse herself from the sweat that had coated her ten minutes ago, and the dirty feeling from witnessing a violent crime.

She took a shaky breath and shampooed her hair, determined to figure out what about this particular vision was different than all the others. As usual, the thoughts and spoken words she heard were all in her own voice, but this time they jumbled together with another's thoughts, as if the two fought over themselves to be heard. Ryann was always able to pick out whose head she was in, and it was always the main subject of the vision. Victoria, in this case.

The murder victim.

Whoever Victoria was, she wasn't anyone Ryann knew. This striking woman was polished, dressed in a dark blue skirt suit that probably sported a designer label. Her cream-colored shirt collar was folded over the lapels of her jacket. A thin golden rope lay against her collarbone, and princess-cut diamond earrings, which looked too heavy for her ears, sparkled in the fluorescent lighting. Her platinum-blond hair was tied into a knot at her nape. Not one strand fell free from the sleek bun, and the severity of the hairstyle only emphasized her tight expression. Her eyes were a pale shade of blue, so light the black pupils showed in stark contrast. Victoria glared at her unseen assailant.

Oh, God…no. A gun!

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