Barbara Ann Gordon was dead and buried, never to be heard from again. The last few months had been a nightmare. With the help of the U.S. Marshals she was on her way to a new home with a new identity. And now as Emily Gail Henshaw, she looked out the window of her new little house in Crab Apple Creek and saw the same guy she had met on the road earlier that day. Oh my God The Hunk He had made her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time. He was gorgeous And he was her builder. It was promising to be an interesting meeting, and a long "hot" summer. The first time Emily saw the meadow where she would build her new home, the air seemed to shimmer. She saw visions of Native Spirits, felt the Magic from the mountain, and knew this was the right place. Her builder, Ethan, seemed to sense something paranormal, too. Might he have The Gift like her? Emily and Ethan's worlds were about to collide in the middle of an eruption of dance between good and evil. It seemed the Universe had plans for both of them that neither would be able to control.