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He looked into her eyes, which were wet from the tears that threatened to spill. Placing a hand to cup her cheek, he whispered, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”Her jaw tightened under his palm but she didn’t pull away. He looked into her eyes for a moment, seeing anguish there, but then a flicker of something else. He’d seen that look before, long ago. Desire. Did she want him the way he wanted her? Her lower lip trembled, and her head tilted back, just a bit. If I kiss her now, will it upset her?
Taking a chance, he moved forward and brushed her lips with his own, feeling the tender ache in his heart. It killed him that he’d hurt her, but he hadn’t known. At the time, he’d trusted she would tell him when she needed his help. Now he knew she was much too strong-willed for that.

A lifelong entrepreneur, Renee Regent spent most of her life writing for business. But she never lost her love of writing stories, especially romance, science fiction, and fantasy. She’s always been fascinated with the science of how the universe works, but equally entranced by the unexplained. Being an incurable romantic, she now writes stories about the power of love, with a supernatural twist. Her stories feature psychics, witches, ghosts and ordinary people who do extraordinary things.



















