When Malachi Walker saves Somiar Ayers from the Dreamer he's been hunting for years, he can't believe his luck. If he can keep her alive, he can catch the one Dreamer who's haunted him most of his adult life, and is responsible for the death of the man who was like a father to him.
In one night, Somiar's world is shattered when she finds out not only is she adopted, but comes from a race of female assassins called Dreamers. Unable to leave fingerprints or DNA, they are the perfect weapon. Now that her biological mother has been caught, Somiar is tasked to get her back. At any cost. In a deadly game of cat and mouse, Somiar must find her mother before Malachi finds out she is the key to the Dreamer he's been seeking for years. As the past descends on them and the truth of their history unfolds, they are faced with the fight of their life. But who is the cat, and who is the mouse?
She didn't move, convinced her imagination was playing tricks on her. If she moved, he would disappear. And she didn't want him to go. "How did you get here?" She whispered the words against his mouth.
He withdrew his lips and replaced them with a finger. "No questions. This is my dream and I want things my way." His hand slid up her arm to her shoulder and unhooked the diamond and pearl clasp holding her sarong closed.
She caught the soft material before it could fall, using it to shield the front of her body from his heated gaze. She shivered slightly but the warm tropical breeze brushing across her bare ass had nothing to do with it. Oh, dear Lord, he thought he was dreaming. But he was a Catcher. He shouldn't be here. Even if he were half Dreamer, he wouldn't be able to project.
And yet... her blood ran cold as she remembered her last thought. She wanted him here with her. With a jolt she realized he hadn't projected himself to her side. She'd pulled him in. He was here because of her. Oh, great. Now she was in a real-life version of "Nightmare on Elm Street."