Vengeful Spirits
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Blurb:
Nathan Gordon has been hired by a ranch owner to find his missing cowboys, and to also investigate several mysterious animal mutilations. The job brings him closer to the beautiful Navajo Medicine woman, he fell in love with at first sight. Yet, he can't quite bring himself to believe in some of their rituals. Not to mention terrifying spirits.
Bright Flower has known since she was a child, Nathan is the man she is destined to marry. However convincing her grandfather is harder than she thought it would be. Just when she and Nathan have his blessing, malevolent Skinwalkers target their loved ones, and threaten to take away all she and Nathan hold dear.
The battle they wage could end in a living hell, sending Nathan and Bright Flower to a fate worse than death.
Nathan Gordon has been hired by a ranch owner to find his missing cowboys, and to also investigate several mysterious animal mutilations. The job brings him closer to the beautiful Navajo Medicine woman, he fell in love with at first sight. Yet, he can't quite bring himself to believe in some of their rituals. Not to mention terrifying spirits.
Bright Flower has known since she was a child, Nathan is the man she is destined to marry. However convincing her grandfather is harder than she thought it would be. Just when she and Nathan have his blessing, malevolent Skinwalkers target their loved ones, and threaten to take away all she and Nathan hold dear.
The battle they wage could end in a living hell, sending Nathan and Bright Flower to a fate worse than death.
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Excerpt:
Prologue
Sometimes the ground beneath our feet bears witness to grievous heartache. Tears of the shamed and shunned saturate the land destroying any hope for healing. Malevolence strikes out with every gust of wind. Danger lurks and thrives in every shadow. If you want to live, fleeing is the only option.
A sinister, closely held secret seizes a vast expanse of Northeastern Arizona bordering the Navajo Nation. There is a block of land so cursed, no living soul, human or animal, can survive. Fearful of retribution, the Navajo people—a deeply spiritual community—will not speak of such things.
For years, ranchers have tried to tame the land and failed. Crops will not grow. Livestock mysteriously die shocking and torturous deaths. Over time, the horrific accounts of man and animal alike—being stalked by something terrifying under the cover of darkness have been spread throughout the masses—usually as campfire fodder. To the detriment of anyone venturing onto the property, the superstitious nature of the tales were discounted by the general public as nothing more than vivid imaginings. But the Navajo people know differently and avoid the area at all costs.
To this day tortured screams of the damned fill the night air and mysterious creatures threaten any man drawn to this territory. Vengeance will not be denied.
Chapter One
Nathan’s sedan skidded to a stop on the rocky, wash-board dirt road. Glancing at Jursic, he patted his side, making sure the Glock remained tucked securely in its holster. Two dually pickup trucks were haphazardly parked nose-to-nose—blocking the road as if they’d just played a game of chicken. The cabs of both vehicles were empty, their drivers locked in a loud tussle and neither appeared to be aware of the new arrivals. As if the struggle wasn’t bad enough, earsplitting, panic-riddled voices saturated the air, amping up the tension to a fevered pitch.
Nathan and Jursic jumped from their vehicle. Uncertain about the parties involved and what circumstance lay behind the struggle, the men were mindful of keeping the heavy-load work trucks as a shield between them and the heated argument. They warily crept toward the unsuspecting brawlers ready to intervene if it became necessary.
A hefty guy, easily Nathan’s size at six-foot, five inches tall, did his best to hold onto the shoulders of a much smaller, grizzled old man who seemed to be suffering an attack of hysterics. Wearing heavy suede Sherpa jackets, leather work gloves, worn jeans, cowboy hats, and boots, both men were obviously cowboys. Hell, they even sported old-school six-shooters. There was nothing dime store about these two. They were genuine. Even though Nathan had been born and raised in Arizona, he was urban through and through—a thriving metropolis boy all the way. That being the case he’d never met a real cowboy, and up until this moment he’d had serious reservations that any remained in existence.
With surprising agility, the old cowboy wriggled his way free from the larger man’s grasp and landed a hard right to the big guy’s left cheek. Considering the old geezer’s age and size, Nathan was impressed with the amount of force behind the punch. Even so, if a fight ensued, the distraught old man didn’t stand a chance. The way Nathan saw this situation playing out was that the old dude was one hit away from a hospital visit or possibly even a casket.
Reassuring himself, Nathan clasped the gun at his side which was still snug in its holster. His fingers itched to pull the weapon free. But for now, they’d stand down and let nature take its course.
Once a cop, always a cop—instincts were ingrained deeply into Nathan’s psyche, and during his time on the Phoenix PD he’d learned patience. People never gave straight answers if someone they didn’t know started peppering them with questions. But in the heat of anger, they always spilled their guts. Chances were good that they’d know what the problem was between these two before anyone got hurt. But if the big cowboy decided he’d had enough of the old timer’s solid blows, he and Jursic would rush in to break up the fight.
With impressive speed, the large man spun the old guy around and trapped him with his arms. Dangling him a foot off the ground, the bigger man grumbled, “Dammit, old man, I told you to cut that out. You need to calm yourself down and talk to me. If you don’t, I’m going to have to knock some sense into that ancient, feeble mind of yours.”
The quick movement spurred Nathan to pull his weapon. Worried the old guy was about to get some payback, Nathan had finally heard his fill. Grimacing, he glanced at Jursic. “Time to roll, buddy.”
Both men leveled their guns and walked into view, startling the big man. It only took a split second for him to release the aged cowboy. Using his massive body as a shield, he shoved the old guy behind him and raised his hands.
Now he’s protecting the old codger? Nathan didn’t know what to think.
There was steel in the big guy’s voice and unfettered rage in his eyes as he hollered, “There’s nothing here for you.” With his hands still raised, the man stiffened his jaw and took a defiant step forward. “I don’t know what you want but scaring an old man out of his wits is pretty damn low if you ask me. You could have hurt him last night.” Even with the guns pointed squarely at his chest, the tough cowboy took another gutsy step forward. His eyes darted between Nathan and Jursic, sizing them up. The deep snarl emanating from his throat and fierce sneer spoke volumes. This man was not someone you wanted as an enemy. Even outnumbered, the younger cowboy still searched for ways to beat the odds and get the upper hand.
Impressive. Nathan had to give the man credit. If he’d had less life experiences dealing with hard asses, he might’ve been persuaded to take a step back. Instead, he and Jursic stood their ground.
“This is my land. I’m not going to ask you to leave. I’m telling you. Get out before I’m forced to hurt you.”
Nathan couldn’t help himself. The man’s remarkable audacity in the face of calamity spawned a wide grin. “You wouldn’t by any chance be John MacAllister, would you?”
The rancher’s arms slowly came down, but his hands flexed and fisted at his side. “Yes. As I said before, this land is mine. I don’t appreciate it when people draw their weapons on me.”
Nathan and Jursic holstered their sidearms and stepped forward with outstretched hands. “Mr. MacAllister, I’m Nathan Gordon, and this is Pete Jursic. I’m the security expert that you hired from Bastion Enterprises. I believe you’ve discussed safety issues as well as possible missing men with my partner, Jared Bastion.”
Ignoring his outstretched hand, the ranch owner quickly moved to within inches of Nathan. His eyes reflected distrust as they squinted. More sizing up, Nathan thought. “Bastion said he’d send someone next Monday. Today is Friday.”
Nodding, Nathan smiled to ease the tension. “That’s correct, sir. But we were in Flagstaff doing some heavy lifting for a big wedding that’s happening on Sunday. We had some spare time, so Jursic and I thought we’d get a head start on your security issues. The information my firm received indicated that you wouldn’t be arriving until Monday. We take missing men seriously and felt obligated to start the investigation as early as possible. I intended to give you some answers on whoever’s targeting you and your ranch hands before you arrived from Montana.”
Nathan shoved his hand out farther. “As I said, I’m Nathan Gordon. And this here is Jursic. He’s recently left the FBI and joined forces with us in the private sector.” Knowing a lot of people from Montana were suspicious of the FBI—or for that matter, any other government agency—Nathan offered a huge grin. “I hope you don’t hold the fact that he was a fed against him. I’m working hard to break all of those ridiculous habits the feds insist their agents follow. Once you get to know him, you’ll find he’s not too bad of a guy.”
Nathan’s weak attempt at a jest caused the rancher’s face to relax, but only a fraction. The man had powerful features, a big block jaw, and a sharp, piercing gaze. Stress lines etched the edges of his gunmetal gray eyes and reflected thinly veiled tension.
Without removing his well-worn glove, the man accepted Nathan’s hand and shook it forcefully. To acknowledge Jursic, he halfheartedly nodded in his direction. “Call me Mac.” Releasing Nathan’s hand, Mac pivoted and gestured to the old cowboy. “This here is Hank. He’s been my ranch foreman over in Montana for years.”
The old guy appeared dazed. Before responding, the codger whipped his head around to search the trees behind them. Nathan had to clear his throat to get Hank’s attention. Seemingly satisfied, the elder cowboy turned and stuck his hand out. “I’m leaving now. I sure hope you can fix whatever the problem is, but…” The old man nervously glanced back to the tree line again and lowered his voice. “Something tells me that this ain’t somethin’ that can be fixed.”
Still grasping Hank’s hand, Nathan peered as far into the timbers as he could. A heated prickling sensation crawled up the back of his neck and produced a shiver. That was never a good sign. Squeezing the gloved hand for reassurance, Nathan stated, “Why don’t you tell us what the problem is? We’re here to help.”
“Nope. I’ve already told Mac everything. I’m leaving—going back to Montana. There ain’t nothin’ in the world that could keep me here another minute. I know we’ve just met and all, but you seem like a trustworthy sort to me. Before I leave, I need you to promise you will not let Mac stay on this land. Now mind what I say, boy. That doesn’t mean he talks you into staying with him. It means you pick him up and carry him out if he refuses to go, you hear me? Lookin’ at your size—” He glanced over at Jursic. “—the size of both of you, you’re the men for the job. If you say so, I’ll take you at your word and be comforted by your promise.”
Mac swore under his breath and tilted his head down. The top of his cowboy hat gently swayed back and forth illustrating his displeasure with Hank’s request.
The old man’s gaze pleaded with Nathan. How could he possibly refuse? “You have my word.”
“Thank you.” Releasing Nathan’s hand, Hank took a step toward Mac. “I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t mean to let you down. I tried. I did. It’s just not safe here. I’ll see to the Montana ranch while you’re busy with this mess.” The plucky old man poked Mac in the chest with his index finger. “You heed my words, boy. What’s going on here doesn’t have a thing to do with people--living people that is. No matter how hard you try, you ain’t gonna find any one person responsible. There’s something wrong with this place, this land. I can feel it in these old bones of mine. They’ve never steered me wrong in the past. That’s how I’ve lived to see seventy. And if you were to ask me, I’d tell ya that whatever it is can’t be fixed by no citified security experts.” Hank turned back to Nathan and Jursic. “No offense.”
Jursic chimed in and offered a kind smile. “None taken.”
With a bob of the head, Hank jumped into one of the trucks, backed off the road, and spun out past the men—throwing rocks and dirt in the dually’s wake.
Continuing to watch the dust cloud, Mac stated, “Get whatever you need out of your car. I’ll drive you up to the ranch in my truck. That vehicle of yours won’t make the trip.” He pivoted and climbed into the truck leaving both men standing in the middle of the road. Nathan shot another glance at the tree line. Sliding his sunglasses down his nose, he tried to search the shadows for any visible sign of danger but came up blank.
“Well, Mac seems like a fun kind of guy.” Jursic nervously chuckled before continuing. “I’m looking forward to you throwing him over your shoulder.” Shooting a look at the dually, he added, “And here I thought all those men I worked with in the FBI were badasses. I have a feeling that guy belongs in a category all to himself.”
Pushing his glasses back in position, Nathan grunted. “I don’t expect we’ll become life-long friends. He’s interesting, though. From what I’ve seen so far, I don’t believe that man would back down under any circumstance. I’d say a powerful rancher like that makes a lot of enemies. We’re going to have to do some digging into his past. Maybe that’s what’s going on here. Someone is trying to ruin him.” While that scenario made sense, uneasiness lingered just under the surface. Nathan tried his best to shrug the restless sensation off with a quick roll of the shoulders, but it was useless. “Come on. Let’s jump in and get the story straight from the horse’s mouth.”
Excerpt:
Prologue
Sometimes the ground beneath our feet bears witness to grievous heartache. Tears of the shamed and shunned saturate the land destroying any hope for healing. Malevolence strikes out with every gust of wind. Danger lurks and thrives in every shadow. If you want to live, fleeing is the only option.
A sinister, closely held secret seizes a vast expanse of Northeastern Arizona bordering the Navajo Nation. There is a block of land so cursed, no living soul, human or animal, can survive. Fearful of retribution, the Navajo people—a deeply spiritual community—will not speak of such things.
For years, ranchers have tried to tame the land and failed. Crops will not grow. Livestock mysteriously die shocking and torturous deaths. Over time, the horrific accounts of man and animal alike—being stalked by something terrifying under the cover of darkness have been spread throughout the masses—usually as campfire fodder. To the detriment of anyone venturing onto the property, the superstitious nature of the tales were discounted by the general public as nothing more than vivid imaginings. But the Navajo people know differently and avoid the area at all costs.
To this day tortured screams of the damned fill the night air and mysterious creatures threaten any man drawn to this territory. Vengeance will not be denied.
Chapter One
Nathan’s sedan skidded to a stop on the rocky, wash-board dirt road. Glancing at Jursic, he patted his side, making sure the Glock remained tucked securely in its holster. Two dually pickup trucks were haphazardly parked nose-to-nose—blocking the road as if they’d just played a game of chicken. The cabs of both vehicles were empty, their drivers locked in a loud tussle and neither appeared to be aware of the new arrivals. As if the struggle wasn’t bad enough, earsplitting, panic-riddled voices saturated the air, amping up the tension to a fevered pitch.
Nathan and Jursic jumped from their vehicle. Uncertain about the parties involved and what circumstance lay behind the struggle, the men were mindful of keeping the heavy-load work trucks as a shield between them and the heated argument. They warily crept toward the unsuspecting brawlers ready to intervene if it became necessary.
A hefty guy, easily Nathan’s size at six-foot, five inches tall, did his best to hold onto the shoulders of a much smaller, grizzled old man who seemed to be suffering an attack of hysterics. Wearing heavy suede Sherpa jackets, leather work gloves, worn jeans, cowboy hats, and boots, both men were obviously cowboys. Hell, they even sported old-school six-shooters. There was nothing dime store about these two. They were genuine. Even though Nathan had been born and raised in Arizona, he was urban through and through—a thriving metropolis boy all the way. That being the case he’d never met a real cowboy, and up until this moment he’d had serious reservations that any remained in existence.
With surprising agility, the old cowboy wriggled his way free from the larger man’s grasp and landed a hard right to the big guy’s left cheek. Considering the old geezer’s age and size, Nathan was impressed with the amount of force behind the punch. Even so, if a fight ensued, the distraught old man didn’t stand a chance. The way Nathan saw this situation playing out was that the old dude was one hit away from a hospital visit or possibly even a casket.
Reassuring himself, Nathan clasped the gun at his side which was still snug in its holster. His fingers itched to pull the weapon free. But for now, they’d stand down and let nature take its course.
Once a cop, always a cop—instincts were ingrained deeply into Nathan’s psyche, and during his time on the Phoenix PD he’d learned patience. People never gave straight answers if someone they didn’t know started peppering them with questions. But in the heat of anger, they always spilled their guts. Chances were good that they’d know what the problem was between these two before anyone got hurt. But if the big cowboy decided he’d had enough of the old timer’s solid blows, he and Jursic would rush in to break up the fight.
With impressive speed, the large man spun the old guy around and trapped him with his arms. Dangling him a foot off the ground, the bigger man grumbled, “Dammit, old man, I told you to cut that out. You need to calm yourself down and talk to me. If you don’t, I’m going to have to knock some sense into that ancient, feeble mind of yours.”
The quick movement spurred Nathan to pull his weapon. Worried the old guy was about to get some payback, Nathan had finally heard his fill. Grimacing, he glanced at Jursic. “Time to roll, buddy.”
Both men leveled their guns and walked into view, startling the big man. It only took a split second for him to release the aged cowboy. Using his massive body as a shield, he shoved the old guy behind him and raised his hands.
Now he’s protecting the old codger? Nathan didn’t know what to think.
There was steel in the big guy’s voice and unfettered rage in his eyes as he hollered, “There’s nothing here for you.” With his hands still raised, the man stiffened his jaw and took a defiant step forward. “I don’t know what you want but scaring an old man out of his wits is pretty damn low if you ask me. You could have hurt him last night.” Even with the guns pointed squarely at his chest, the tough cowboy took another gutsy step forward. His eyes darted between Nathan and Jursic, sizing them up. The deep snarl emanating from his throat and fierce sneer spoke volumes. This man was not someone you wanted as an enemy. Even outnumbered, the younger cowboy still searched for ways to beat the odds and get the upper hand.
Impressive. Nathan had to give the man credit. If he’d had less life experiences dealing with hard asses, he might’ve been persuaded to take a step back. Instead, he and Jursic stood their ground.
“This is my land. I’m not going to ask you to leave. I’m telling you. Get out before I’m forced to hurt you.”
Nathan couldn’t help himself. The man’s remarkable audacity in the face of calamity spawned a wide grin. “You wouldn’t by any chance be John MacAllister, would you?”
The rancher’s arms slowly came down, but his hands flexed and fisted at his side. “Yes. As I said before, this land is mine. I don’t appreciate it when people draw their weapons on me.”
Nathan and Jursic holstered their sidearms and stepped forward with outstretched hands. “Mr. MacAllister, I’m Nathan Gordon, and this is Pete Jursic. I’m the security expert that you hired from Bastion Enterprises. I believe you’ve discussed safety issues as well as possible missing men with my partner, Jared Bastion.”
Ignoring his outstretched hand, the ranch owner quickly moved to within inches of Nathan. His eyes reflected distrust as they squinted. More sizing up, Nathan thought. “Bastion said he’d send someone next Monday. Today is Friday.”
Nodding, Nathan smiled to ease the tension. “That’s correct, sir. But we were in Flagstaff doing some heavy lifting for a big wedding that’s happening on Sunday. We had some spare time, so Jursic and I thought we’d get a head start on your security issues. The information my firm received indicated that you wouldn’t be arriving until Monday. We take missing men seriously and felt obligated to start the investigation as early as possible. I intended to give you some answers on whoever’s targeting you and your ranch hands before you arrived from Montana.”
Nathan shoved his hand out farther. “As I said, I’m Nathan Gordon. And this here is Jursic. He’s recently left the FBI and joined forces with us in the private sector.” Knowing a lot of people from Montana were suspicious of the FBI—or for that matter, any other government agency—Nathan offered a huge grin. “I hope you don’t hold the fact that he was a fed against him. I’m working hard to break all of those ridiculous habits the feds insist their agents follow. Once you get to know him, you’ll find he’s not too bad of a guy.”
Nathan’s weak attempt at a jest caused the rancher’s face to relax, but only a fraction. The man had powerful features, a big block jaw, and a sharp, piercing gaze. Stress lines etched the edges of his gunmetal gray eyes and reflected thinly veiled tension.
Without removing his well-worn glove, the man accepted Nathan’s hand and shook it forcefully. To acknowledge Jursic, he halfheartedly nodded in his direction. “Call me Mac.” Releasing Nathan’s hand, Mac pivoted and gestured to the old cowboy. “This here is Hank. He’s been my ranch foreman over in Montana for years.”
The old guy appeared dazed. Before responding, the codger whipped his head around to search the trees behind them. Nathan had to clear his throat to get Hank’s attention. Seemingly satisfied, the elder cowboy turned and stuck his hand out. “I’m leaving now. I sure hope you can fix whatever the problem is, but…” The old man nervously glanced back to the tree line again and lowered his voice. “Something tells me that this ain’t somethin’ that can be fixed.”
Still grasping Hank’s hand, Nathan peered as far into the timbers as he could. A heated prickling sensation crawled up the back of his neck and produced a shiver. That was never a good sign. Squeezing the gloved hand for reassurance, Nathan stated, “Why don’t you tell us what the problem is? We’re here to help.”
“Nope. I’ve already told Mac everything. I’m leaving—going back to Montana. There ain’t nothin’ in the world that could keep me here another minute. I know we’ve just met and all, but you seem like a trustworthy sort to me. Before I leave, I need you to promise you will not let Mac stay on this land. Now mind what I say, boy. That doesn’t mean he talks you into staying with him. It means you pick him up and carry him out if he refuses to go, you hear me? Lookin’ at your size—” He glanced over at Jursic. “—the size of both of you, you’re the men for the job. If you say so, I’ll take you at your word and be comforted by your promise.”
Mac swore under his breath and tilted his head down. The top of his cowboy hat gently swayed back and forth illustrating his displeasure with Hank’s request.
The old man’s gaze pleaded with Nathan. How could he possibly refuse? “You have my word.”
“Thank you.” Releasing Nathan’s hand, Hank took a step toward Mac. “I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t mean to let you down. I tried. I did. It’s just not safe here. I’ll see to the Montana ranch while you’re busy with this mess.” The plucky old man poked Mac in the chest with his index finger. “You heed my words, boy. What’s going on here doesn’t have a thing to do with people--living people that is. No matter how hard you try, you ain’t gonna find any one person responsible. There’s something wrong with this place, this land. I can feel it in these old bones of mine. They’ve never steered me wrong in the past. That’s how I’ve lived to see seventy. And if you were to ask me, I’d tell ya that whatever it is can’t be fixed by no citified security experts.” Hank turned back to Nathan and Jursic. “No offense.”
Jursic chimed in and offered a kind smile. “None taken.”
With a bob of the head, Hank jumped into one of the trucks, backed off the road, and spun out past the men—throwing rocks and dirt in the dually’s wake.
Continuing to watch the dust cloud, Mac stated, “Get whatever you need out of your car. I’ll drive you up to the ranch in my truck. That vehicle of yours won’t make the trip.” He pivoted and climbed into the truck leaving both men standing in the middle of the road. Nathan shot another glance at the tree line. Sliding his sunglasses down his nose, he tried to search the shadows for any visible sign of danger but came up blank.
“Well, Mac seems like a fun kind of guy.” Jursic nervously chuckled before continuing. “I’m looking forward to you throwing him over your shoulder.” Shooting a look at the dually, he added, “And here I thought all those men I worked with in the FBI were badasses. I have a feeling that guy belongs in a category all to himself.”
Pushing his glasses back in position, Nathan grunted. “I don’t expect we’ll become life-long friends. He’s interesting, though. From what I’ve seen so far, I don’t believe that man would back down under any circumstance. I’d say a powerful rancher like that makes a lot of enemies. We’re going to have to do some digging into his past. Maybe that’s what’s going on here. Someone is trying to ruin him.” While that scenario made sense, uneasiness lingered just under the surface. Nathan tried his best to shrug the restless sensation off with a quick roll of the shoulders, but it was useless. “Come on. Let’s jump in and get the story straight from the horse’s mouth.”
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Reviewed in the United States on August 12, 2020
REVIEWED BY LINDA TONIS
MEMBER OF THE PARANORMAL ROMANCE GUILD REVIEW TEAM
Another wonderful addition to a wonderful series, a series I hope does not end for a while. Although characters from the first two books make appearances and there is a wedding coming up this book can still be read as a stand-alone, but why would you want to miss out on such a wonderful series.
Nathan Gordon has been hired by a rancher, John MacAllister who has bought a new ranch and needs help in locating his missing men. Men sent to check out the property have disappeared without a word and Nathan and his partner Peter Jursic are there to find out what is going on. Nathan and his best friend own Bastion Enterprises, a security firm, and he is also friends with Jody, who is lovingly called the ghost whisperer, and Rainy, a Wiccan High Priestess, both of whom we read about in the first two books so Nathan would not be totally shocked if what is happening is far from normal.
Nathan is in Arizona not far from the Navajo Reservation where the woman he has fallen in love with lives. He dreams of Bright Flower and has only seen her in the flesh once but he has no idea that his dreams since childhood have always been dream quests and very real. Bright Flower has always known that Nathan would one day be her husband and he is the only man she will ever wed in spite of her grandfather’s insistence that because they are shamans she has to marry a Navajo.
The only one that knows the secret of the land and the curse placed upon it is Spirit Keeper, Bright Flower’s grandfather, a secret he has not shared with anyone including her. The time has come when the protective barriers around the land are breaking down and that could eventually mean devastation to humanity. I won’t reveal what the curse is or how it has to be destroyed but I will say it kept me on the edge of my seat. The various protocols that are part of the Navajo beliefs were fascinating whether true or not, and I choose to believe, made for a great read. There is also a chance that this venture could bring an end to the relationship between Bright Flower and Nathan.
I picked up the book and did not put it down until I finished it, dinner could wait but finding out the end couldn’t. I can’t recommend this series highly enough, spirits, superstitions, romance, secrets and suspense, what more could one ask for.
Reviewed in the United States on August 12, 2020
REVIEWED BY LINDA TONIS
MEMBER OF THE PARANORMAL ROMANCE GUILD REVIEW TEAM
Another wonderful addition to a wonderful series, a series I hope does not end for a while. Although characters from the first two books make appearances and there is a wedding coming up this book can still be read as a stand-alone, but why would you want to miss out on such a wonderful series.
Nathan Gordon has been hired by a rancher, John MacAllister who has bought a new ranch and needs help in locating his missing men. Men sent to check out the property have disappeared without a word and Nathan and his partner Peter Jursic are there to find out what is going on. Nathan and his best friend own Bastion Enterprises, a security firm, and he is also friends with Jody, who is lovingly called the ghost whisperer, and Rainy, a Wiccan High Priestess, both of whom we read about in the first two books so Nathan would not be totally shocked if what is happening is far from normal.
Nathan is in Arizona not far from the Navajo Reservation where the woman he has fallen in love with lives. He dreams of Bright Flower and has only seen her in the flesh once but he has no idea that his dreams since childhood have always been dream quests and very real. Bright Flower has always known that Nathan would one day be her husband and he is the only man she will ever wed in spite of her grandfather’s insistence that because they are shamans she has to marry a Navajo.
The only one that knows the secret of the land and the curse placed upon it is Spirit Keeper, Bright Flower’s grandfather, a secret he has not shared with anyone including her. The time has come when the protective barriers around the land are breaking down and that could eventually mean devastation to humanity. I won’t reveal what the curse is or how it has to be destroyed but I will say it kept me on the edge of my seat. The various protocols that are part of the Navajo beliefs were fascinating whether true or not, and I choose to believe, made for a great read. There is also a chance that this venture could bring an end to the relationship between Bright Flower and Nathan.
I picked up the book and did not put it down until I finished it, dinner could wait but finding out the end couldn’t. I can’t recommend this series highly enough, spirits, superstitions, romance, secrets and suspense, what more could one ask for.