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People on the brink of death come to me for life.I touch them, and my magic burns away their sickness. My gift is exhausting and painful, even dangerous. Which means I never intentionally touch anyone, and no one touches me. So dating? Definitely not happening. All of that changes when a cyber stalker threatens to burn me at the stake. I reluctantly hire a bodyguard, a six-foot-three mountain of temptation named Logan Smith, literally at my fingertips at all times. Every fiber of my body vibrates for him, but when I accidentally touch him, my gift doesn’t activate. Nothing happens except a zing of desire. This is bad. |
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