title: Gabriel's Fate
author:  Emma Craig 
description: Railroading across the burnt brown landscape of a Southwest summer, fortune-teller Sophie Madrigal told the fortunes of anyone curious enough to pass the velvet curtain of her makeshift parlor-and Gabriel Caine was just such a man. The black-clad bounty hunter was on the hunt for a murderer, and nothing would stop him from bagging his prize. So when the gorgeous Gabriel laughingly offered his palm, Sophie felt compelled to reveal everything...or almost everything. What Sophie didn't divulge was that she, too, appeared in his future. Or that she was at a loss to explain the heady scent of sweet spice that swirled around her whenever Gabriel was near. Or that her will seemed to crumble to dust beneath his chestnut gaze. "Magic," claimed her wise old aunt, and Sophie feared the woman must be right. For nothing short of magic-unless it was love-would have ensnared her so completely in...
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  RUNNING OUT OF TIME
  
  
  Reeling from the news of her late mother’s secret life in the Mafia, Gabriella
  Radcliffe has twenty-four hours to return incriminating evidence her mother
  stole from them. If she fails, her newfound “family” will kill her aunt—but
  Gabriella has no idea what the evidence is or where to find it. When her old
  friend Luke McGuire stumbles on a rogue Mafia member threatening Gabriella,
  he’s shot as they flee from the thug. Now with the clock ticking, Gabriella
  and Luke are trapped inside her family ranch, following her mother’s clues to
  the items that can free them. But as they fight to save Gabriella’s only
  surviving family member, somebody else wants to find the evidence first…and
  he’s willing to kill for it.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “Did someone hurt you?”
  
  
  Gabriella looked forward and focused on the trees swaying in the breeze, but
  it only served to remind her of the ticking clock. Twenty-f