Talking with the Dead [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Shiloh Walker
eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Surrounded by death, a man with a terrible gift reaches for life. A horrific tragedy blasted open a door in young Michael O'Rourke's mind--cursing him with the ability to talk with the Dead. Nearly two decades later, Michael has moved from victim to survivor, using his abilities to seek out those who would go unjudged. With his gift, he talks to those who've died violently and seeks out their killers. Only once he's found the murderer, can the victims be at rest. After his last case, the only thing he wants is peace and he hopes to find it in the small town of Mitchell, Indiana. But something is horribly wrong--the dead are waiting for him there, as well. Small town sheriff Daisy Crandall is frustrated. The murder investigation she's leading is going nowhere, the few leads she's had haven't panned out. She needs a break--this case is personal and when a stranger arrives, turning up where he shouldn't be, she's suspicious. Finding out that he is more than what he appears to b, should shock her but doesn't. The fact she's highly attracted to him at the worst possible time is a hindrance. Unfortunately, teaming up with Michael is the only way. Now it's a race against time before the killer destroys the life of his next victim? This book has been previously published; but, has been expanded and revised. Product Warnings Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, violence
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2011
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Too late. He was always too late. This was the story of his life. He came in after the horrors happened and tried to piece things back together again.
It was destroying him.
The tiny chiming of a bell over the door intruded on his brooding and he glanced up automatically before returning his attention to the plate in front of him. It held no appeal for him, but he knew if he didn't eat, he'd never rebuild the strength he had drained tracking down Watkins.
Energy crackled through the room as a cool breeze from the outdoors came gusting through the door just before it closed. Like static electricity, the energy danced down his skin, shocking him, sizzling under his flesh, bursting through his mind like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Slowly, he raised his eyes from the unappetizing food and found himself staring at a snug little backside covered in khaki as a woman boosted herself onto a stool at the cafe counter. Her hair was golden brown, caught in a thick braid that hung more than halfway down her back. As he watched her shrug out of the rather official looking jacket, Michael cursed the blood that was suddenly running hot through his veins.
This was a distraction that he didn't want and didn't need.
First the dark cloud that had taken hold of his mind and now all he could smell was the faint tropical fragrance that drifted from the woman's hair and the soft vanilla of her skin.
And the purpose that filled her entire being. It was like she was walking around wrapped with neon, but only Mike could see it.
Bingo. The woman was all but a walking, talking cry for help and Mike just didn't know if he could take any more on right now. Then he blew out a breath and muttered, "You can handle it. You always do."
Rolling his eyes skyward, he thought silently, But it would be so nice to actually be able to have a relaxing vacation.
A soft, familiar voice echoed in his mind, "Then maybe you should try some remote cabin in Alaska. Might be a few less unsolved murders out in the middle of nowhere."
Years of practice had taught him not to flinch, not to jump, not to even look directly at the man speaking to him. Nobody else would see him. He had been dead for twenty years. "How's the afterlife, Lucas?" he asked dryly, arching a brow as he nonchalantly turned his gaze to stare at his brother.