Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: December 15th, 2014.
Number of pages: 276
Word Count: 94,000
The one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most.
I was a sensitive, at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone.
Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.
This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me.
Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.
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“He’s going to act soon. We don’t have time to wait on a team to arrive. Andy and I will handle him,” I tell Darrin, one of the best men I know, aside from Andy, before closing the phone. Leaning against the side of the van, I groan. This bastard is good and that is thoroughly pissing me off right now.
“Jensen, I’ve got one for you,” Andy states, stepping out of the van and slamming the door I opened behind him, “but, I’m warning you, she’s got a mouth on her that rivals mine, man.”
“She?” Banging my head against the van, I let out another groan, “You took a girl?”
“Your southern gentleman manners need to stand down on this one. This girl’s got that sweet accent, too, but don’t let that fool you; she’ll shove her fist down your throat while kicking you hard in the balls. She unleashed some dirty southern charm on me and I had to restrain her.”
“You tied her up?” Pushing Andy aside, I go to open the door, “Shit, Andy, since when did we start taking girls and tying them up?”
“Since this girl bit the hell out of me,” Andy grumbles.
Giving Andy a glare letting him know this discussion is far from over, I slide the door the rest of the way open and freeze. The entire world stops when I see the dark caramel eyes that have haunted me every damn night staring back at me. A thousand thoughts spin through my head, but I can’t seem to form one coherent word as my chest aches from memories. Flashes of the best moments in my life play on fast forward in my mind, right up until the worst night of my existence strikes me like a bolt of lightning. “Saige,” I finally manage to rasp.
“Holy shit,” Andy lets out a low whistle, “so, she’s the one?”
Ignoring Andy, I watch the one girl who consumed me, healed me, fuckin’ wrecked me, slowly blink as she looks at me so intently, it feels she’s staring straight into my soul, just like she’s done a million times before. Her eyes are different now…guarded? Sad? Hours or a few seconds pass. I don’t know which, before she releases the lip she’s been absently chewing on and speaks in that soft voice that used to bring me to my knees, “Can you please cut me loose?”
Shaking through the fog, I glance at her bound wrists. Shit. “Of course,” I blurt, grabbing my knife. As I place my hand on the tape, my fingers brush against her hand and she inhales sharply, looking away. The sorrow in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed, lancing my heart and sending me back to the night I sent her away, the night I felt like I lost my soul. “Hold still, okay?” I say as I slice through her bonds, quickly taking her hands in mine and rubbing her red wrists with my thumbs. “I’m sorry Andy restrained you,” I begin, but my voice trails as I look at her, not knowing what in the hell to say after all this time. She’s beautiful. She’s always been beautiful but, now, she’s…breathtaking.
Saige looks at my hands holding hers and slowly swallows. I never thought I would touch her again, and she feels just like I remember, better than I remember.
Andy clears his throat, and I know I’m going to catch hell later but I don’t care. The only thing that matters right now is the woman I’ve thought about every day for the last four years.
I open my arms to pull her to me, needing to feel her closer, to make sure she’s really here. “Damn, I’ve missed you,” I breathe, tangling my fingers in her hair as I brush my lips against her temple.
“Don’t,” Saige whispers, pulling away, “please, don’t touch me.”
The raw pain in her voice makes me want to hold her, protect her, but I’m the one who caused her pain. My chest aches seeing her hurting. I reach for her again, but she pushes me away, anger replacing the sorrow in her eyes.
Welcome, Andy! I’m almost afraid to shake your hand knowing what you can do.
There’s nothing to be afraid of unless you plan on going somewhere you shouldn’t be going after we get done here.
I’ll be sure not to. Let’s just dive right in with your gift. How long have you been able to see where a person is by touching something they’ve touched?
For as long as I can remember. It has come in handy countless times, especially with girls.
How does it work?
I just touch an object you’ve touched and, as long as it’s within the hour, I can see where you are and what you’re doing.
That must be helpful when you and Jensen are chasing after people who have talents like yours and have gone rogue.
Those are the only times when I don’t find my talent entertaining, but, yes…it’s useful.
Your gift doesn’t work with your best friend, Jensen. Why?
Jensen’s immune to it. He’s immune to all psychic abilities, including Saige’s.
How did you meet Jensen and Saige?
I met Jensen four years ago. To say he wasn’t in a good place is painting too pretty of a picture. The boy was wrecked, doing stupid shit, trying to get over Saige. He had crazy skills with motors and helped fix my aunt’s car when it broke down before I could make the short drive to help her myself. My cousin owns a bike mechanic shop and we talked Jensen into working there. Now, he owns his own shop, Reckless on Rails, where I work now.
Saige…she’s a hellion. She has a mouth on her that rivals mine and one helluva punch. She busted my nose with the back of her head the first time we met. In her defense, she did think I was kidnapping her when I duct taped her to a chair.
You duct taped your best friend’s ex-girlfriend to a chair?
I didn’t know who she was then and thought she was working with the bomber we’re after. There was no denying she was the girl who fucked him up when I saw the look on his face after he hadn’t seen Saige in four years. I have a feeling, if he has anything to do with it, there won’t be an ex in front of girlfriend for too much longer. Although, Saige doesn’t seem to have the same idea and looks like she’s planning on doing a helluva lot more than just busting his damn nose. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
What are you planning on doing when you catch the bomber?
Stop him…and seriously kick his ass. At least that’s my plan.
She has always adored reading and has now fallen in love with writing. Her written works are The Rain Trilogy: Saving Rain, Healing Rain, and After the Rain, and the newly released standalone novel, Ash to Steele. Her debut novel, Saving Rain: The First Novel in The Rain Trilogy, was a nominee for the Book Junkie’s Choice Awards, and Saving Rain and After the Rain were nominees for the 2014 RONE Awards.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, three dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
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