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Heart of the Bear [Guardian Investigations Series Book 1] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Cindy Spencer Pape
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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: She can see into the minds of criminals, but can she find her way into the heart of the bear? Detective and psychic Hannah Lightfoot heads to her family's mountain cabin to make some hard decisions about the future of her career. When she reaches the cabin she finds it already occupied--by a handsome naked stranger. Shape-shifter Evan Maddox is her brother's friend and partner. After a night of unbelievable passion, they work together to rescue a kidnapped child. He believes in Hannah's gifts, but can he trust her with his deepest secrets? Maybe even with his heart?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, Published: 2008, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2008
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [343 KB], eReader (PDB) [91 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [61 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [56 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [121 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [125 KB], hiebook (KML) [177 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [136 KB], iSilo (PDB) [53 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [78 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [126 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [89 KB]
Words: 18783
Reading time: 53-75 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-906590-69-7
 
There was something in the air that night. I sat in my grandparent's Simi Valley backyard and tried to meditate, but I couldn't relax. My whole body tingled and twitched, like a storm was coming, though Southern California was in the middle of a drought. I'd come up here for advice, but all I'd gotten was more questions. I had three days left to make a decision about my future, and all I knew so far was that something was in the air. I felt it coming just like most people heard a freight train roaring towards them down the track. I couldn't tell what was looming, but I was pretty sure it was going to hit me just as hard as the damn steam engine. "You going to stay out here all night?" I jumped at the voice, then I smiled. Not many people in this world can sneak up on me, even when I'm moping. My grandfather is one of them. Even at eighty-eight, he still has the stealth and psychic power that made him one of the most successful Navajo intelligence operatives in World War II. He put his arm around my waist, and I leaned into his shoulder, just like I'd done since I was a kid. "No, Granddad. No answers in the wind tonight. I think I'm going to head up to the cabin for the weekend. Maybe the spirits will have more to say to me up there." My grandfather had moved to LA to be a cop after the war, but he'd always needed to spend some time away from the city, so he'd built a cabin up in the Sierra Madres. Any of the family was welcome to use the place when we needed a retreat. And I needed one right now--big time. Granddad nodded. "You be careful up there. Something--someone--is coming. I'd go with you if I could, little one, but you need to face this challenge alone. Call once in a while, and let your grandmother know you're alive." I nodded. We both knew it wasn't necessary. Nana was a Romany Gypsy. During the war, Granddad had rescued her from a German death squad who'd planned to burn her as a witch. Her psychic touch hadn't faded in all these years. But calling to check in was only polite, and Nana would expect it. "Listen to the winds, girl. Listen with your heart as well as your ears." With that cryptic bit of advice, Granddad turned and walked back towards the house, whistling a tune. Damn, if it didn't sound like Aerosmith. The old man never failed to surprise me. * * * *The next afternoon, I kissed Granddad and Nana goodbye and headed up into the mountains. It was Friday, and on Monday, I had to meet with my captain at the San Diego Police Department and let him know if I wanted my job back. I'd been on a three-month administrative leave since right before Christmas, and in all that time, I still hadn't come to a decision. Being a cop is hard. Being psychic isn't always easy. The two together had just about gotten me killed. My main power is psychometry, the ability to connect with another person through touching object they'd touched. I got that from Nana, along with her green Gypsy eyes. It had come in handy from time to time in the job, but it was tricky. My boss wasn't the type to ignore my "hunches", so he let me use my abilities as long as we could come up with a rational--in his words--explanation. Last December, my captain was on vacation when I'd worked with the local FBI unit on a kidnapping case. I'd tried to tell my temporary superiors and the FBI agents where the child was, and when they wouldn't listen, I'd taken off on my own--after I'd told the lieutenant and the special agent in charge to go fuck themselves. I'd been so linked with the abducted child that when his captors had killed him, I'd blacked out and driven my department vehicle off the road. Needless to say my three-month vacation had been without pay. So here I was on a twisty mountain road, lost in my thoughts. You'd think, being psychic, that I'd have known what was going to happen. Even though my precognitive abilities are minimal, you'd think that Granddad or my brother might have warned me. In retrospect that strikes me as funny, but at the time, I was too busy swearing to see any humour in the situation.
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