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Shadowkeeper

Series: Phantom Lovers , Book 2.0
By: Debra Glass | Other books by Debra Glass
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Aug 29, 2008
ISBN # 9781419916700
Word Count: 65,831
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Categories: Romance>Erotic Romance

Description
Book two in the Phantom Lovers series.
Amy Drew was once a damn good psychic until past catastrophic events stripped her of her psychic powers. Now, a year later, she has moved to a quaint, quiet southern town to help her brother restore a decaying plantation house.
The house is hauntingly familiar, and when the skeleton of a Native American is discovered in the cellar, Amy senses danger—and much more. From her very first meeting with the ghost of William Red Feather, Amy sizzles with desire for the sexy spirit. But mysterious past-life secrets separate them.
As Amy loses herself in lust-filled nights with her spirit lover, more secrets become known to her, and she soon realizes mysterious deaths at the plantation—both past and present—all point to William. Can she trust this beguiling spirit with her life the way she does with her pleasure? Amy must be certain, because giving him her heart may result in her death—again.
 
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An Excerpt From: SHADOWKEEPER


Copyright ? DEBRA GLASS, 2008


All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


Amy
checked her watch. It was 3:30. The museum
would close in half an hour. She?d had to forgo that much needed double
espresso in order to make it to the Tavern in time. Still trembling, she
parked the van, wrenched up the parking brake and flew through the wrought
iron gate, up the uneven flagstone path and into the entrance of the Pope?s
Tavern Museum.


Adrenaline
pumped through her veins in energizing bursts that dispelled the need for
that espresso. She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms.
But once she?d entered the shadowy central hall of the museum, time seemed
to stand still.


The
slightly sweet smell of old things and even older wood filled her nostrils.
Amy?s heart thumped audibly in her ears, along with the sonorous ticking of
a clock in a distant room.


A
shiny hotel bell sat on a table in the center of the small hall along with
a handwritten note that read ?ring for tour guide?. Amy popped her palm
down on the button and the bell chimed.


?Hello,
hello!? a friendly female voice called from the other end of the tavern.
The sound of heels echoing on the wood floor hastily came closer and
closer.


Amy
paced, willing the guide to hurry. She had to see that portrait. She had to
know if it was true. And she had to see it now. She shook with nervous
tension.


A
petite, red-haired woman floated into the hallway. She smiled as she caught
her breath. ?Hello. Are you here for a tour?? Her nametag read ?Jo?.


Amy,
who stood nearly a head taller than Jo, forced a smile. She was in no mood
to be cordial but this woman had no sense of her urgency?and would hardly
understand if Amy made an attempt at an explanation. Excuse me, ma?am
but I?m in a hurry because a ghost who made me come time after time last
night may have killed my stepbrother?s Bush Hog operator. No. That
wouldn?t work at all. ?Not really,? Amy replied. ?I?m Reed Severin?s sister,? she added bluntly.


Thankfully,
that was all the explanation she needed because Jo?s friendly smile faded
into a look of utter surprise. Her red lips parted. ?I read that article in
the paper this morning. You?re here about the skeleton.? She motioned for
Amy to follow her back the way she?d come. ?I think I know who it is.?


Amy?s
hemp sandals echoed in unison with Jo?s burnt orange pumps as she followed
her across the polished wood floor into a large room dominated by a massive
oak table.


A
musket hung over the mantle of a fireplace in one side of the room. Several
multisized portraits in various antique frames
lined each wall. Amy?s pulse sped up and her gaze raced frantically. Where
was the painting of Sarah Winston?


But Jo
didn?t stop. She led her through the left wing of the tavern and into a
smaller room which featured a rope bed. A cracked gilt frame held a
portrait that dangled from a black ribbon on the equally cracked plaster
wall.


Amy?s
gaze immediately flew to the man depicted in the dark, dark oils.


His
black hair was swept back off his face, revealing a perfectly straight
hairline. Equally black eyebrows arched like raven?s wings above even
blacker eyes. The expression was intense. Severe. Dark olive skin, a firm jawline and a slightly crooked nose revealed his
unmistakable Indian heritage.


He was
timeless in appearance?and absolutely gorgeous.


Amy
flushed.


She
tried to swallow but her mouth was suddenly bone dry. Her insides
tightened, sending a rush of wetness into her panties.


This
was the man who?d been chained behind the wall at Belle Ruisseau.


This
was the man whose spirit she?d seen soaring through the cellar when Reed
had knocked a hole in the wall.


She
couldn?t believe he was the man who killed Eddie.


But
one thing was certain. He was definitely the man who?d been in her
bed last night.


 













 





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