Gator Fontenot of the Special Forces paranormal squad must reel in the elusive Iris "Flame" Johnson, a victim of the same horrific experiments that warped Gator--and a red-haired weapon of unimaginable destructive powers bent on revenge in the sultry bayous of New Orleans. But can two people haunted by violent betrayals trust the passion that soon ignites between them Or is one of them just playing another seductive and deadly night game
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November 01, 2005
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Excerpt from Night Game by Christine Feehan
Raoul "Gator" Fontenot paused in the act of stuffing his shirt into his duffel bag when someone knocked on his door. The men in his Special Forces paranormal squad weren't all that polite and tended to just barge right in, no matter what time, day or night. In all the time he'd known them, no one had ever actually knocked on his door and definitely not with such a timid tap.
Holding a pair of faded jeans under his chin, he haphazardly attempted to fold them as he jerked open the door. Dr. Lily Whitney-Miller was the last person he expected to find. His squad, the Ghost Walkers, as their psychic unit was often referred, owed Lily their lives. She'd rescued them from their laboratory cages and saved them from being murdered. Lily owned the eighty-room mansion where the men often stayed, but she never ventured into their wing. She preferred to address them together as a unit in the more formal conference rooms.
"Lily! What a surprise." He glanced over his shoulder at the disarray in his bedroom. "Did I miss a meeting?"
She shook her head. She looked calm and cool. Reserved. The usual Lily, but she held herself tight, too tight. Something was wrong. Worse, her gaze avoided his, and Lily always looked a man straight in the eye.
"Gator, I need to speak to you privately."
Raoul was trained to hear the slightest nuance in a voice, and there was hesitation in Lily's. He'd never heard it before. He looked past her, expecting to see her husband, Captain Ryland Miller. His dark brow shot up when he saw she was alone. "Where's Rye?"
Dr. Peter Whitney, Lily's father, had talked the men, all from various branches of Special Forces, into volunteering to be psychically enhanced. The doctor had removed their natural filters, which had left them extremely vulnerable to the assault of the emotions, sounds, and thoughts of the world around them. It was Lily who had helped them build shields to better function in the real world when they were without their anchors. In all those months, Gator had never seen her without Ryland. He knew Lily felt guilt over the things her father had done and was uneasy in their presence, but she was as much a victim as they were and she hadn't volunteered.
He reluctantly stepped back to allow her entry into his room. "Sorry about the mess, ma soeur." He left the door wide open.
Lily faced him in the middle of the room, her hands tightly linked. "I see you're nearly ready to go."
"I told Grand-mere I would come as soon as possible."
"So your friend is still missing? How awful."
"Yes, Ian's agreed to come with me to help search. I don't know how much use we'll be, but we'll do whatever we can."
"Do you honestly believe this girl isn't a runaway? That's what the police believe," Lily reminded him. She'd been the one to use her contacts to get all the information for Gator. "I personally looked into every report they had on her. Joy Chiasson, twenty-two, nice-looking girl, sang in the local blues clubs. The police believe she wanted out of Louisiana and took off. Maybe with a new man."
He shook his head. "I know this family, Lily. So does Grand-mere. I don't believe for a moment she ran away. Two years ago another woman disappeared. Different parish, no known connection, and the police thought she'd left of her own volition as well."