As an attorney for children, Guardian Ad Litem Nikki Angelus’ priority is protecting innocents caught between warring parents in custody proceedings. Her job proves almost impossible, until she discovers the power, through dreams, to alter the past and transform people into loving parents. But devilishly attractive attorney, Garrett Nightshade, seems to know what she’s trying to do, and is determined to stop her.
Garrett Nightshade isn't happy about his position in the Guild of the Celestial Night. Especially when he's given the task to find and destroy the Shadow Dancer—a Guild member with the ability to unleash dangerous power. His duty becomes even more distasteful when he learns that the lovely, enigmatic Nikki Angelus might somehow be involved.
Will their growing love survive the showdown between the shadowed dream world and reality?
Nikki gazed at her reflection while preparing for bed, wondering when her life had gotten so complicated. Dark circles shaded the area beneath her eyes. Frown lines crossed her forehead in deep grooves. If she didn’t get control of the situation, she would look older than some of the mentally ill parents she dealt with.
She shook her head and squeezed the lotion bottle. A large glob pooled in her palm. With long broad strokes, she smoothed out the frown lines. She relaxed, realizing the wrinkles weren’t as deep as they first appeared. The exaggeration was no doubt a symptom of the toll her casting was taking on her. She swiped the remainder off with a towel.
She couldn’t quit casting until she rectified the situation.
Nikki leaned against the sink contemplating her next move. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t characterize what the Hanover family needed.
She stopped Parker from beating his wife, but something still remained…off. Especially since he was using his powers again. She spread toothpaste onto her toothbrush and scrubbed her teeth so hard her gums bled. Not once during the time she was mucking around in Parker’s head did she stop to consider his parents might have been right to strip him of his gifts. She’d focused on Parker’s pain, not on the reasons for his parents’ actions. She spat into the sink. She had to make this right. But where to begin?
Parker would have his guard up. Resistance would make her task more difficult if not impossible. In truth, she wasn’t quite sure how to go about mending such egregious errors. Perhaps focusing her efforts in strengthening Amy’s defenses against Parker’s wishes would net better results. She wrapped Amy’s velvet scrunchy around her wrist, the one Lori had given her.
Nikki glanced up in the mirror again, pressing her lips together. She wouldn’t be deterred from her mission until she fixed this situation. She stalked to the bed, crawled in, and pulled the covers to her neck. She closed her eyes and drifted into oblivion. She raised an arm toward the slip stream. Before she was caught up in its electrical surge, steel fingers wrapped around her arm and yanked her around. She looked into Garrett’s hard gaze.
“You’ve done enough damage. I won’t let you cause anymore.”
“And how are you going to stop me? I’ve evaded you before.” She was getting weary of his pestering. Didn’t he understand she was trying to fix her mistakes?
“Like this.” He moved closer. The heat of his breath trailed her skin, tickling the back of her neck. He kissed her, sending shockwaves of need charging to her most private places. The smell of cinnamon and cloves drove her to a frenzy. Fire coursed through her veins. The charge sizzled on her lips. She fell into him, kissed him back. Her traitorous arms circled his neck. His hands locked against her spine, sending warm shivers through her.
She dragged her lips from his, gasping for air. Her heart ached but she willed herself to stay put. This was all a game to him. A desperate ploy. “I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work.” Her mind reeled.
He smirked. “If you knew what I was trying to do, we wouldn’t be in your head. You’d be in my bed.”
“I told you this would not happen again.” She balled her fists, refusing to give credence to the pleasure of his words. Oh, to fade into oblivion, here, with him. So easy to give in. But the bastard was only trying to distract her like she had him. Did he think her that stupid?