New Release by guest Rhonda Print: Nightwalker

Leah Wolfe has retired from serious police work. Her unique, yet not fully discovered supernatural abilities allow her to speak to the souls of the dead. Her abilities have cost her almost everyone she has ever loved, most recently, her ex-fiancé Joaquín Wildhorse, Chief Detective of the Native American Police Dept. When Joaquín’s new lover is found murdered, he turns to Leah for help. The hunt for a vicious killer leads Leah to sexy Ian Nightwalker and Leah is unable to walk away from the case that may cost her her most guarded possession of all.

Her heart.

EXCERPT:

Ian raised his eyebrows at the question, looking slightly amused. “Do you think I am a killer, Leah?”

I paused for a moment. Did I really think Ian was capable of doing that to anotherperson? God I hoped not. The energy emanating from him had always been serene. I was sitting close enough that I could smell the scent of his skin, feel the warmth of his body. I needed only to lean closer to… I cut off the thought.

Work. Focus Leah… Focus on work. Sure, that would pacify my hormones. Riight.

I took a deep breath, all the while Ian sat patiently, an impassive and slightly amused look on his face, one dimple glinting at the corner of his mouth. He had the calmest aura of anyone I’d ever encountered, even the constant chatter in my own head calmed when I was with him. Violence and fury, at least the kind of rage that was used to kill these women never really cooled, it stayed red hot, a constant glow. It was always boiling just below the surface of the person containing it, releasing its own feel of aura.

“No, Ian.” I felt the tension in my body ease. “I think you’re dangerous, but you’re not a killer.”

“I appreciate you actually considering the matter.” His tone let me know that he could be sarcastic, too. Point for him.

“Now that you know that I did not murder her, what avenue will you pursue?”
“I still have tons of questions about you, Ian.”

He spread his hands wide. “Ask away, my love.”

“Stop calling me that, it’s irritating as hell.”

“Again, my apologies. Can you, however, deny the attraction you feel toward me? I can feel your fascination.”

I felt myself immediately tense again. He was right, and worse, he knew it. I felt the attraction between us, too. The question was, should I give in to it or learn to shield like hell to keep him from sensing it.
Maybe both. While my hormones reminded me that I had not been with a man in months, months, my battered heart and head took control and reminded me why. Was my attraction to him simply a need that had been denied or was it truly him? It might have been fun to figure out the answer to that one. However, I didn’t know who or what he was.

Only one way to find out.

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