Carrie Pulkinen has always been fascinated with the paranormal. Of course, when you grow up next door to a cemetery, the dead (and undead) are hard to ignore. Pair that with her passion for writing, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for an exciting storyteller.
Carrie spend the first part of her professional life as high school journalism and yearbook teacher. She loves red wine and chocolate, and in her free time, she likes to read, take pictures, and spend time with her family.
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A psychic who’s afraid of ghosts and a billionaire with a haunted past and a hidden power find that only love can catch a spirit.
Psychic Allison Gray has a soft spot for Logan Mitchell, even though she’s never met him. All it takes is one encounter for the billionaire’s true emotions to slip through her shields, and she’s intrigued. But a harrowing incident from her past has left her terrified of spirits, and the ghost that’s haunting Logan is doing everything in her power to keep Allison away.
Born an empath, Logan is constantly barraged with human emotions. While his talent of reading people has come in handy in the business world, it’s about to drive him insane. Literally. Logan has OCD, and his psychic ability triggers unbearable attacks that have him counting and cleaning until he collapses from exhaustion. Even worse, he’s plagued with recurring visions of his future wife’s death, so he’s spent his entire life advoiding love. He’s given up hope of ever having a normal life, until he meets Allison.
She’s everything he’s ever dreamed of, and now he has to decide if loving her is worth risking her life.
Logan turned onto East Jefferson Avenue and stopped at a light. A jogger approached on the sidewalk, her gaze trained on the phone attached to her arm. Without even hesitating, she ran smack into his car and bounced off the hood, landing on the pavement.
He threw it into park and jumped out of the car to help the woman. She was just getting to her feet when he rounded the front of the hood.
“Allison?” His eyes widened. “Are you all right?” Fear shot through his system that she might be badly injured, but his tension eased as she cursed under her breath and dusted off her pants. Her hands and arms were scraped, but she was on her feet and coherent, so she wasn’t hurt too badly.
“Logan?” The surprise on her face dropped into an embarrassed grin. “Yeah, I’m okay. You . . . hit me with your car?”
He chuckled. “You ran into me, actually. I was stopped at the light. What were you doing?”
She picked a piece of gravel out of her palm and winced.
“Allison, you’re bleeding. Here, get in and I’ll drive you home.” He led her to the passenger door and opened it for her.
“I don’t live far. I could walk.” She protested, but she got in the car anyway.
He smiled and shook his head. So much for staying away from Allison. “Where do you live?”
“Just two blocks ahead. The apartments on the right.” She pointed to the complex, and he drove into the parking lot.
“Wow, you didn’t get far, did you?” He put the car in park and killed the engine. They looked at each other, and an awkward silence fell between them.
“Well thank you for the ride. I better go get cleaned up.” She smiled and hesitated with her hand on the door handle. He could feel the indecision rolling off her again, and he wasn’t about to let her get away this time.
“Can I walk you up?” Without waiting for an answer, he got out of the car and opened her door. “Your hands are pretty scraped up.”
“Yeah. Concrete’s a bitch.”
He laughed and followed her up the stairs. What the hell was he doing? Hadn’t he just decided to leave her alone? He wasn’t good for her. He knew he shouldn’t get involved with her. Not with the visions that haunted his dreams. But right then, the only thing he could focus on was the way those lavender pants hugged her curves as she climbed the steps. Maybe he could spend a little time with her.
“Well, this is it.” She stood by her door and played with her keys, that same indecision swirling around her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but she hesitated. Clearing her throat, she glanced at the ground before lifting her gaze to his eyes. “Do you want to come in?”