This book was silly. It seems like the author was trying to write a book that would appeal to fans of as many genres as possible (romantic suspense, action and adventure, paranormal thriller, and even some Viking subplots) but the unfortunate result is a story that seems disjointed and contrived.
Tempest Storm is one of three psychic sisters. When she touches an object, she sees and feels the story and emotions of the object's previous owners, so she always wears gloves to make her life livable. The book opens with Tempest auditioning for Mission Impossible by rappelling into a window to steal a Viking brooch that her psychic sis and mother have been dreaming about. Unfortunately she is caught red handed by a man with whom she coincidentally had a one night stand with a year ago, and left abruptly the morning after. The man, Marcus Graystone, has the brooch that Tempest wants and Tempest has two things he wants: her psychic ability would allow him to finally identify his mother's killer, and he also wants some gloveless loving. The paranormal elements read like bad Kay Hooper, and the romantic parts are cheesy and not titillating at all.
This book is like a Lifetime movie - I knew it was bad, but it was entertainingly bad so I had to see it through to the end. I don't think I will be rushing to the bookstore to pick up the rest of the trilogy anytime soon though.