Thursday, June 12, 2014

Dangerous Tides by Christine Feehan

This is the fourth book in the Drake Sisters series. This story is about Libby, the doctor, finding love. All through school, she was fascinated with Tyson Derrick.  Sometimes it was in a good way and sometimes in a bad way. He is socially inept. But brilliant. Libby loves his mind. Tyson is a biochemist but also does extreme things on his off time like rescue fallen climbers.   He was brought in the hospital and diagnosed as with brain damage.  His brain was literally scrambled from a fall from a helicopter as he was rescuing a fallen teen. Libby had to heal him but she knew it would hurt. And it did.  It took her a couple of weeks to get back to normal. Tyson visited her a lot and finally got to talk to her. They started dating and then bad things began to happen.  Was someone after Tyson or Libby? Who is it and why did they want to hurt them?

From the author:
With her sensual blend of paranormal romance and breathless suspense, New York Times bestselling author “Christine Feehan boldly goes where no writer has ever gone”*. Now she introduces Libby Drake, of the magical Drake sisters—each mysterious, gifted, and enchanted by prophecies of love…
Dr. Libby Drake is sensible and practical. To her more adventurous sisters, she’s always been the “good girl”. Certainly not the kind to attract the attention of a genius like Ty Derrick—until a tragic accident leaves the handsome biochemist at her mercy.
Acting on her uncanny ability to heal, she stirs in the reawakened Ty his own long-suppressed desires for the woman who saved his life. But he’s not the only man with designs on Libby Drake. Her miraculous and selfless power has also captured the attention of a dangerously influential admirer. He’s pursuing the elementally gifted beauty for his own wicked purpose. And he’s willing to go to deadly lengths to make it happen.

Excerpt:
The wind moaned, a soft pitch that rose slowly into an eerie wailing cry, almost as if a voice summoned him. Waves crashed on the jagged rocks, foamed white and sent spray high into the air. The sound was deafening, big thunderous booms echoing along the cliffs. Heavy rain had left the cliffs unstable but Drew Madison ignored the warning signs and climbed over the fence to slip and slide his way through the soft, crumbling dirt close to the edge.
The water churned and boiled, a dark beckoning brew far below the jutting cliffs. The sight was mesmerizing. As hard as he tried, he could not pull his fascinated gaze away, or stop listening to the voices murmuring in the thunder—calling—calling. He wiped his hand over his face to clear his head. His skin was wet, but he wasn’t certain if it was the drizzling rain or his own tears. The waves boomed again, this time the sound hollow to his ears, a lost soul as haunted as he was—a summons.
He forced his hands over his ears to drown out the mournful howl, but the wind struck at him, demanding attention, insistent that he listen. He stumbled back, shaking his head, slipped, teetering for just a moment.Let go. Let go. The voices in the wind urged. Freedom was a step or two away.
“No!” He shook his head and felt behind him for the security of the fence. His fingers gripped the wood so tight his knuckles turned white. He stared down at his hands, forcing his gaze from the roiling water below. He had to tell someone, make them understand what was going on. But who was there to tell? They’d lock him up if he told them the tides were dangerous. Something lived there and it was hungry.
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Hannah Drake stood on the Captain’s walk facing the sea. The wind beat at her with unusual fury, sending her long hair whipping across her face. Waves pounded relentlessly and somewhere in the distance she thought she heard a cry of alarm. Hannah stepped closer to the protective railing and turned in the direction she thought the elusive sound had come from. Three times now she’d felt uneasy—and three times she failed to find the source.
She glanced at her home. Her sisters waited for her, their warmth and happiness filling up the cold emptiness, but she couldn’t go to them yet. She had to make one more try. She threw her head back and stared up at the sky. Clouds partially obscured the moon casting dark shadows over the light. Her breath lodged in her throat as she caught sight of the double ring around the moon—dark red to black.
“Hannah!” Libby Drake called, “come save me. I’m getting picked on!”
Hannah drew her sweater closer around her and hurried back into the safe haven of her home. Trouble was coming very soon—but she didn’t where—or at whom—it would strike. She needed the laughter and camaraderie of her sisters to dispel the fear growing inside of her. Sometimes her gifts were a curse.

To read the rest of Chapter One, click here.

Pages: 309
Published: 2006

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