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Chely’s grandfather left her a big, spooky-looking house no one had ever lived in even though it was furnished right down to the towels in the bathrooms. Still the house couldn’t replace her grandfather and loneliness crept in ... until the night Ty Walker broke in claiming half the property it was built on belonged to his grandmother. Ty Walker has spent his life as a loner, never getting too close to anyone because of a special gift passed down from his grandmother. He didn’t figure any woman would hang around once they found out he was a male witch who could shift into a wolf. So his plans were to buy a portion of his grandmother’s property, resell it to give her a comfortable life, and get back out of town as quickly as possible. When the skeletal remains of children turn up on the property, Ty and Chely begin to fear their grandparents have kept a grisly secret for years, a secret Ty and Chely have blocked from their memory. They unknowingly release the witch from the binding spell, and must now remember what happened all those years ago before the witch regains her full power and draws them into a trap that could end both their lives. April 2006 - ISBN: 0-7443-1048-2 Buy Your Copy Now! Synergebooks | Fictionwise | Lulu Press Reviews 4-Stars - In MOON OF LITTLE WINTER,
there is a gothic feel throughout the book that keeps the
reader on their toes. The story and characters are deep
and rich and engrossing to read. It is definitely worth
picking up this story to read. ~Romance Readers Connection~ Excerpt Cades Cove, North Carolina Chely Austin’s eyes fluttered, and then sprang open. A thud echoed from inside the bedroom next to hers. It was a subtle sound, as if a chair had been knocked against the wall and caught just in time to deaden the impact. Her heart fluttered fearfully in her chest. Someone’s in the house. Or had she imagined the noise? Maybe she was somewhere between awake and asleep where dreams seemed real. Stirring, she awoke further. No other sound echoed in the huge house. Maybe it had been her imagination or part of a dream. Not likely. Houses may creak and groan, but not thump. Another thud, followed by a muffled oath, caused her to sit up and reach for the bedside lamp. The covers slipped to her waist as light flooded the cavernous room. Cold tendrils of fear snaked around her heart like the icy fingers of a thick fog. The rapid pulse in her ear drowned out further sound. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves, and then cocked her head to the side to listen. Minutes ticked by without another sound. She sucked in another mouthful of air, held it and listened some more. Footsteps scuffed across hardwood floors. Those icy fingers coiled toward her stomach. Beyond a doubt, she was no longer alone in the old house. And whoever was there with her was in the next room. Opening the nightstand drawer, she pulled out the pistol she kept for protection. “Didn’t want to have to use this,” she mumbled as she checked the bullets. Curling her fingers around the cold steel, she kept her eye on the door and eased off the bed. Cold air crept across her feet, circled her ankles and crawled up her legs. It’s always cold in this place. Spooky, her black cat, yawned and stretched on the bed, but settled back into sleep as if he thought his mistress was some kind of a nut to get up at this ungodly hour and wander about a cold, dark house, especially with someone else walking about in it. Nope, Spooky was staying right where it was warm and safe. “Some guard kitty you are,” Chely grumbled, but stroked his fur before she tiptoed to the door. She paused to listen again, her breath shallow, and then twisted the doorknob. With slow, quiet moves, she stepped into the darkened hallway. A nightlight glowed at the other end where the attic stairs rose to the third floor, the last few steps swallowed in darkness. The scant light did little to dispel the shadows of night. The beam of a flashlight spilled through the open door of the room next to hers. It stretched further, and crawled along the floor until it reached the top of the stairs that led to the first level of the house. Chely swallowed hard as fear raced through her blood. A chill rose along her skin, sending cold shivers across her body. Who is that? And what are they doing in my house? She wished like crazy she’d called Verizon, before now, to hook up her phone. 911 would come in handy right at this moment. Dang my hide for procrastinating yet again. The intruder emerged on the other end of the flashlight and stepped out into the hall. He swung the flashlight’s beam to his left, and then swept it back the other way toward Chely. Almost strangling on a gulp of air, he took a startled step back. “Damn a’mighty, you scared the hell out of me. Who are you?” She jerked the gun upward and pointed it in the vicinity of his chest. “Don’t move.” |
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Chely Austin is still
hurting from the death of her grandfather. He was the
only family she knew. Her birth was the result of a
one-night stand, so she never knew her father at all, and
her mother disappeared from her life over twenty years
ago. Whenever she had asked her grandfather about her
mother, he would tell her only that she had left and no
more.