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Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.
For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.
Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not 'go away' and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.
Standing at the end of the hospital bed, Alex watched as the nurse switched the empty IV bag for a full one.
“What the f**k is a median?”
“From what I understand,” The little blonde leaned her hip into the rail at the end of the bed, while Alex went to stand next to the nurse and watched as she punched commands into the intravenous pump. “It’s a soul that has become separated from its living body.”
“Say again.” He ordered. He kept watch on the nurse, waited for the smallest of signs that the woman knew she wasn’t alone in the room.
“That’s your body.” He could see the petite blonde point to his body lying on the bed out the corner of his eye. “And you,”—she waved her hand up and down the length of him—“are the soul. Together you are whole. But because you are in a coma, your soul has separated from your body.”
He pulled his eyes from the nurse and focused on the blonde who had appeared at his side an hour before. “I’m separate from my body!” He blinked…once. “Do you know how crazy that sounds?”
“It’s very crazy. But it’s also true, because here you are,”—she pointed to his body in the bed—“and there you lay.”
“How long have I been like this?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged her slender shoulders. “Read your chart.”
As he searched the page for his admission date, he noticed the nurse shiver and goose bumps appear on her arms.
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