Otherwordly Lovers: Angels, Demons & Ghosts Non Conventional Lovers: Elves, Gods, Deity & Witches, Furry Lovers, Shapeshifters & Vampires Men in Uniform: Cops / Detectives / PIs, Firefighters & Military Genres: Contemporary, Fantasy, Futuristic, Historical & Paranormal Men! (hustlers) & Virgins (at least in one way) As if this wasn’t creepy enough, now I’ve got a peeper ogling me from the woods.Ĭreate your own visited map of The United StatesĬharacters: Alpha Males, Cinderfellas (from rags to riches.), Friends (with benefits), Multicultural Lovers, Pretty. “Been fishing?” Leone emerged from the tree line just several yards upstream from where Amy stood. She dropped her towel and hurriedly grabbed at her clothes, deciding it was best to get dressed and go as quickly as possible. She watched aghast as the prints slowly dissipated before her eyes with the heat of the sun. They were massive, and clawed, and made every fine hair on her already goose-bumped flesh stand on end. As she approached she noticed the rapidly drying paw prints circling her catch. Towel in hand, she padded across the stepping-stones to the bank. Her trout lay several feet away from where she’d left them. The ominous pause in nature seemed to flutter, then lurch hesitantly back into the everyday life of the forest.Īmy gave one last sweeping glance along the riverbank. Tentative birdcalls began to fill the quiet. It coated her tongue and cramped her stomach. Nevertheless, she was left with a strong residue of unease. She rose onto her knees to look harder but all was now uniform darkness. No sooner had she caught it than it dissolved away into nothingness. It was nothing more than a penumbra, as vague as a watermark on the surrounding gloom. She squinted, trying to focus on its fluidity, a liquid whisper that melted from tree to tree. Something drifted into her peripheral vision, dark velvet slinking through the shadows before being swallowed by the forest. Was that what had awoken her? The unnatural silence? The birdsong had stopped, and an eerie quiet had descended. She lifted her head and scanned the tree line hugging the riverside. And why hasn’t Leone moved on? Why does she still dog Amy’s every move? As more and more of the Garoul family arrive for a special hunting weekend, parts of the puzzle come together and Amy’s fears escalate as she moves closer to the truth-and the secret that has eluded her since childhood.Īmy wasn’t sure what woke her. Except Little Dip is no longer the happy place of Amy’s childhood memories. Now, years later, Amy returns to Little Dip, the Garoul home valley to help her aunt finish a botanical project. Blurb: When Amy Fortune returns to her childhood home, she discovers something sinister in the air-but is former lover Leone Garoul stalking her or protecting her? Amy Fortune and Leone Garoul were teenage lovers.
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