Shades of the Wolf. Karen Whiddon
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Could she lead him to the one thing he’d missed when he was alive?
Ever since her husband died in Afghanistan, shape-shifter Anabel Lee has been haunted—by every ghost except the one she longs to see. But when Tyler Rogers appears, Anabel senses something different about him. It’s not just his piercing blue eyes or sexy voice. Even though he’s a ghost, Tyler is more real than anyone she’s met in years.
Tyler needs Anabel’s help. His sister has been abducted by a powerful warlock, and he can sense her light fading fast. Confined to the spirit realm, he needs to join his powers with Anabel’s to bring his sister back from the darkness. As they work together against time and magic, will they discover a passion strong enough to bridge this world and the next?
“You look … glowing,” Tyler said, realising he sucked at compliments.
“Thank you. I guess.” Her smile made her aura illuminate even brighter, making a glowing halo around her head.
For whatever reason, he felt the need to elaborate. “I don't just mean your aura, though yours is spectacular. But your human form is beautiful.”
Anabel's smile widened, making her whiskey eyes sparkle. “Wow. Thanks. You kind of made my day.”
He found himself smiling back. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this complimenting thing after all.
He let his gaze drink her up, his entire body burning. Funny how he still felt as if he had a body, even though he didn't. Even when she turned away, completely unaware of his desire, he tracked her with his gaze.
Focus, he reminded himself. He'd come back for a reason, to save Dena, not ache for a woman he could never have.
KAREN WHIDDON started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at eleven. Amid the Catskill Mountains, then the Rocky Mountains, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty surrounding her. Karen lives in north Texas and shares her life with her hero of a husband and three doting dogs. You can e-mail Karen at [email protected] or write to her at PO Box 820807, Fort Worth, TX 76182, USA. Fans can also check out her website, karenwhiddon.com.
Shades of the Wolf
Karen Whiddon
Sometimes life can spin you around and mix you up. Often everything you thought you knew was true turns out to be a lie. For Anabel Lee, who appeared in The Wolf Siren, this is especially true. Her loneliness and sorrow inspired her to make a few bad decisions.
Even as she regrets the wrong choices she made, she wonders if she’s truly going crazy. I mean, who else can see and hear ghosts? She sends each one away, until the shade of a handsome man appears asking for her help and refuses to go.
Tyler Rogers had been stationed in Afghanistan with Anabel’s deceased husband when he lost his life, too. Yet the instant he learns his baby sister, Dena, has been taken captive by a psychopath, he reaches out to whoever can hear him. Anabel Lee.
As they work together in a race against time, Anabel draws on untapped talents and strengths. And as for Tyler, he finds the one thing he’d been missing when he was alive. Love.
I adore stories with seemingly insurmountable odds. I hope you enjoy this romance!
Karen Whiddon
Once again, to my husband. I can never thank him enough for loving me and supporting me.
He is a special man and I love him very much.
Contents
Dear Reader
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
The man appeared in her peripheral vision, just like all the others who had come before. A hazy shape, flickering into mist before solidifying somewhat. Her black cat, Leroy, hissed his usual back-arched warning. Anabel Lee clenched her teeth and ignored the apparition, willing the ghost’s ethereal form to dissipate so she wouldn’t have to look at him.
Or worse, hear him try to speak to her. Mentally, she cringed. The voices were what bothered her the most. Whispers and muffled laughter. Wisps of conversation drifting on the breeze.
And pleas for help. Almost always cries for help. She had come to realize ghosts never appeared unless they wanted something. For whatever reason, they all seemed to think she could give it to them. Instead she steeled herself and sent them away.
This wasn’t the first time one had appeared inside her home either. They were prone to popping up in all kinds of places, everywhere. Some wailed; some screamed. Others simply glared at her with burning eyes, as if she could read whatever was left of their mind. And most asked—begged, actually. Until she ordered them gone. Doing so cut off the voices.
Since there seemed to be a method to her madness, she simply closed her eyes. “Go away,” she ordered, speaking slowly and loud. “I don’t want you here.”
Having spoken, she counted silently to ten, quite confident that when she opened her eyes again the apparition would be gone. They always went, once she ordered them gone.
Only he wasn’t. Instead it seemed he’d moved closer.