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Zusatztext “Owens knows just how to press her readers’ buttons.”— Publishers Weekly Praise for Ghost Seer “Hot! but grounded romance! paranormal action! and a narration that just won’t let you put the book down.”— Fresh Fiction “A nonstop romantic whirl. A spectacular start to what promises to be a terrific series.”— Library Journal Informationen zum Autor Robin Owens is the bestselling author of the Celta novels ( Heart Fire , Heart Fortune ) and the Ghost Seer novels ( Ghost Seer , Ghost Layer ). Klappentext From the bestselling author of the Celta novels and the Ghost Seer novels... Something wicked this way comes... When her aunt died! level-headed accountant Clare Cermak inherited a fortune—as well as a phantom dog and the power to help ghosts move on. Her new gift led her to Zach Slade! a sexy private investigator with a unique psychic gift of his own! and the man who's slowly opening her heart. But as they work toward building a future together! a sinister threat emerges. An evil ghost is ravaging Creede! Colorado! threatening to devour the spirit of an innocent boy. Inexperienced in facing such a powerful ghost—and knowing her spirit! too! could be ripped away—Clare still can't refuse to help. With Zach's support she uncovers the ghost's identity! and the ancestral weapon required to slay it. But does Clare dare to use that weapon before the ghost destroys the man she loves—and her own spirit? Leseprobe CONTENTS COUNTING CROWS RHYME ONE DANGER COMES, ENZO howled, running through the bedroom door. Not the doorway, the door. Even a ghost Labrador should not have all the hair on his body standing out. Clare Cermak’s heartbeat kicked fast and she shuddered in the bed of her lover. She pulled the sheet high, even though the room was—had been—warm and sunny this morning. Enzo leapt for the bed and landed on her, in her, sending the coldness of his being into her legs. His dark doggy eyes showed fear. Before she could say anything, those “eyes” began to morph into bottomless black mist with jagged white streaks . . . signifying that the Other spirit who took over her happy companion would be speaking to her. Enzo was her spirit guide; she hadn’t quite figured out what the Other was, but when he/it came, she felt like an expendable pawn in an unknown chess game. You are not, quite, expendable , the Other “said.” The words reverberated in her head, but more, seemed to knock heavy molecules of air together in soundless explosions through the room. Zach, facedown beside her, began to stir and she wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to hear what the Other said or not. This was the first time she’d been to his apartment, the first night she’d spent. She cherished the togetherness that the Other could splinter. Judgmental eyes fixed upon her. Not, quite, expendable, the Other repeated. Your work has been . . . adequate . . . for your first two projects, since you accepted your gift. Clare had heard her psychic ability to help ghosts pass on to the hereafter called a gift, but she considered it a curse. We have paid you well for your gift, the Other, still standing face-to-face with her, said. Yes, she’d inherited millions, and for each major ghost she’d aided, had received income. But she’d also lost her previous life as an accountant, which she’d loved. You are ungrateful. The Other’s skin of his muzzle pulled back and showed the teeth bigger than what she saw, supernatural teeth. Beside her, Zach groaned and rolled over, pushed away his dark hair from his forehead and opened blue green eyes. The Other stepped to put a paw square on his chest and Zach grunted. It is well you are together, Clare Cermak and Zach Slade , the Other said dis...
