Darkness surrounds us. We see it in the crimes that are committed, the terrors that stalk not just our nightmares, but our waking lives as well.
But from the darkness comes the purest light: that of hope, love, and the desire for peace and freedom. From our most terrifying nightmares are born the most fervent desire and enduring love.
So take a walk in the dark side of passion, fear, and the supernatural. Find your deepest desires, and release the magic within....
Trevor Watkins is the miracle of the hour; the survivor of an unassisted coma. But he awakes in a strange place, with few memories – including the smiling face of a woman with jade-green eyes he has a dreadful feeling he’s supposed to hate. Trapped in a living nightmare from which he believes there is no escape, he finds himself face-to- face with a betrayal he can’t help but forgive, and a secret he can’t hide from. Now, the jade-eyed beauty from his past can set him free, if he is willing to let her step into a world that could take her away from him forever.
From SHADOW WALKER: The piercing sound of a siren yanked Jaye abruptly from the arms of sleep, and fantasies of a man she wasn’t allowed to want in her waking hours. Bolting upright in bed, she scrabbled blindly on the nightstand for her cell phone as the siren went on and on. That sound was her ring-tone for the hospital, guaranteed to get her attention no matter how deeply she was asleep. Heart in her throat, she punchedtalkas she lifted the unit to her ear. “Dr. Michaels.” “Ma’am, it’s Chief James, in Trauma. Did you have your patient scheduled to be moved tonight?” She didn’t have to ask which patient. She only had one in Trauma. Jaye’s chest constricted to the point of pain, and she couldn’t breathe for one long moment, before she managed a hoarse, “No.”
There was a pause, then, “I was afraid of that. Commander, we’re short one patient – your Mr. Watkins.” Jaye bit back her initial response – that he wasn’t her anything; not anymore. But that would be unprofessional, and admit to way more than Jaye was comfortable with, right now. Instead, she focused on the immediate problem. “Mr. Watkins suffers from mild insomnia. Have you checked the cafeteria or waiting rooms, yet?” “Yes, ma’am. No one in the hospital’s seen him since last bed check.” Jaye’s heart took up residence in her throat, but she forced it back in line. She refused to panic. Instead, she drew even breaths against the suffocating fear that closed around her, and closed her eyes as she tried to think. Where did you go, Trevor? A soundless howl reverberated through her body, followed by the rustle of leaves. Jaye froze. She was standing in the middle of her bedroom, and yet if she didn’t know better, she’d think she was crouched in the bushes. She swallowed hard. Now was the wrong time for hallucinations. Grimly, she snapped on the bedside lamp and addressed Lydia James. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just keep looking. And, Chief…” “Yes, ma’am?” “If you find him and he’s not fully awake, no one is to go near him until I get there. Got that?” “If we find him, Commander, he’s all yours,” Chief James promised, and the relief in her voice couldn’t be more obvious. As she hung up the phone, a new grimness gripped Jaye. If she was right, Trevor’s problems were only just beginning.
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