It was just one night of illicit sex. With her neighbor’s husband. Then a second night. Now, overcome with guilt, Joss flees inadvertently into the heart of San Francisco’s history. She moves into the first apartment she can find, only to discover someone else already lives there. That’s when the nightmares begin. Her electronics go on the fritz. And the firefighting son of a psychic enters her life. It’s a good thing she doesn’t believe in the paranormal, because right about now, she might be getting scared . . . Into The Fire
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