Marley Sexton never aspired to be a stripper. She even chose the stage name Misty Showers as a joke, thinking she'd make a few quick bucks and move on to greener pastures. Three years later, Marley's still stripping. It's the only job she can land that will put a dent in her mother's mounting medical bills.It's also the only job where she feels justified parting fools from their money with a little talent she calls nudging.As psychic powers go, nudging isn't impressive. Marley can't get people to do anything they're not already inclined to do. Useful for making a seedy customer grab a larger bill from his wallet, but not strong enough to ditch a drug cartel that's on her tail.Marley is in over her head. She's not big on trusting people, especially a strange man with a gun, a badge, and a story that doesn't quite add up. JC Moreno figures out that Marley may have taken the nudge a little too far. But how? Whoever the guy actually works for, one thing's for certain. He has a history with the cartel and an agenda of his own. Although the suspicion between Marley and JC runs both ways, maybe they can work together to both get what they want...if they don't get killed in the process.