Playing With Fire by Gena Showalter

Used to be my greatest achievement was holding a job more than three days. Now suddenly I can shoot fireballs, chill your drink or blow–dry your hair at fifty paces with a blink of my eye!

It all started when this crazy scientist dropped something in my Grande Mocha Latte.

Of course I got wicked sick.

Next morning I'm waking up with this total hottie bending over me.

He tells me
1) his name's Rome Masters,
2) he's a government agent and
3) I can control the four elements with a thought.

He seems even less pleased by my (apparently irreversible) transformation than I am . Because now he'll have to kill me.