Phantom Game (A GhostWalker Novel Book 18) by Christine Feehan – Excerpt

Phantom Game (GhostWalkers #18)Phantom Game (A GhostWalker Novel Book 18) by Christine Feehan – Two predators collide with unbridled passion in this intoxicating GhostWalker novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan.

Jonas “Smoke” Harper has watched his brothers find their perfect mates, never imagining he’d actually meet someone who complements every part of him—even the monster that lurks within. But his instant connection with Camellia goes far beyond wanting the intelligent, beautiful, and lethal woman in his bed. They are two parts of a whole, linked to each other and to a larger network that exists everywhere around them.

Camellia has lived on her own for a long time, relying on her unique psychic abilities to keep her safe. She knows that Jonas was literally made for her, and that makes their addictive connection more dangerous than a thousand enhanced super soldiers. Once the larger threat looming over them is dealt with she’s going to get far away as fast as she can. Life has taught her that the only one she can truly trust is herself.

Jonas can sense Camellia is going to run—and the hunter inside doesn’t want to let go. Not when he knows how good they’ll be together. So he’ll just have to use all of his considerable skills to convince her to stay….

Publisher: Berkley (March 1, 2022)
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense




Camellia Mist paced back and forth in the confines of her small house, feeling a bit like a caged animal.
She felt a threat approaching across the periphery of her senses, but not a single one of her warning
systems had raised an alarm. There were three men camping just inside the lines of her property. It had
never happened before, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t. Besides, the threat didn’t feel as if it was coming
from them.

The men were sick and disoriented, at least from what she could discern from the reports of the owls
and wolves she had keeping a close eye on them. One of the men in particular looked to be in bad shape.
He was apparently the most affected by the sonic disruptions she’d woven into the mist. She didn’t like
making innocent hikers ill, but she had to keep them away from her gardens—and from her. She hoped
they would camp for the night and get back on the main trail. In the morning, she planned on doubling the mist around them, leaving just a slight opening to lure them away from her refuge.

Still, she had this terrible, nearly overwhelming feeling of doom. That was never good. She didn’t
have premonitions often, but when she did, they weren’t without cause. She felt . . . hunted. Had Whitney
found her? She couldn’t imagine that he would. She had been very careful not to leave any trace behind.
So very careful.

She’d avoided people, lived off the land, become a complete recluse. She was almost entirely self-
sufficient up here in her secluded little garden, and the few times she needed supplies she couldn’t
harvest, hunt or make herself, she snuck into town at night and broke into stores, avoiding the cameras,
careful to take only what she absolutely needed to survive. She always took enough supplies to see her
through several months so she wouldn’t have to make trips during winter months when the snow was
deep and shut down the trails and roads.

How would Whitney have found her? He always planted tracking devices in the women, but she
found the one in her hip and cut it out. It hadn’t been that deep. Had there been a second one? If so, why
would he have waited so long before he sent someone after her?

Chewing at her lower lip, a nervous habit Whitney had detested in her and in all the girls, Camellia
went to the bed and lay down so she could run her fingers over her skin to feel for any foreign object, no
matter how small. She had very sensitive fingertips. More, the blood in her veins was connected to nature,
to the plants that grew within the perimeter of her land. She tapped into that environment now, seeking an outside source to aid her in examining her body for anything that Whitney may have surgically placed in her without her knowledge. She found nothing. No trackers, then, that she could find, yet that feeling of dread refused to go away. If anything, the awareness of a predator closing in on her increased to such an extent that she leapt to her feet and rushed to change into clothes made of soft, organic material that would blend with her garden and allow her to disappear at will. Since no warning had been triggered, she couldn’t explain why she was so certain someone was stalking her, but she was absolutely sure. She needed to be outside where she could see what was happening around her and let her plants talk to her.
If the threat was beyond her garden—could it be coming from the GhostWalkers who, as she’d
recently discovered, had well-established fortresses several miles below her on the steeper side of the
mountain? She would reach for the reptiles, the frogs and lizards. GhostWalkers rarely suspected them,
where they often did birds and mammals. Just the idea that a GhostWalker might be stalking her was

Christine FeehanAbout the Author: Christine Feehan is a #1 New York Times bestselling author multiple times over with her portfolio including over 90 published novels, including five series; Dark Series, GhostWalker Series, Leopard Series, Drake Sisters Series, the Sisters of the Heart Series, Shadow Riders and Torpedo Ink. All of her series have hit the #1 spot on the New York Times bestselling list as well. Her debut novel Dark Prince received 3 of the 9 Paranormal Excellence Awards in Romantic Literature (PEARL) in 1999. Since then she has been published by various publishing houses including Leisure Books, Pocket Books, and currently is writing for Berkley/Jove. She also has earned 7 more PEARL awards since Dark Prince.

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