With twelve hellhounds after her, pregnant Charley
Davidson
takes refuge at
the only place she thinks they can’t get to her: the
grounds
of an abandoned
convent. But after months of being cooped up there,
Charley
is ready to pop.
Both metaphorically and literally since she is now roughly
the size of a
beached whale. Fortunately, a new case has captured her
attention, one that
involves a murder on the very grounds the team has taken
shelter upon. A
decades-old murder of the newly-vowed nun she keeps seeing
in the
shadows is almost enough to pull her out of her doldrums.
Charley’s been forbidden to step foot off the sacred
grounds. While the
angry hellhounds can’t traverse the consecrated soil, they
can lurk just
beyond its borders. They have the entire team on edge,
especially Reyes.
And if Charley didn’t know better, she would swear Reyes
is
getting sick. He
grows hotter with every moment that passes, his heat
scorching across her
skin every time he’s near, but naturally he swears he’s
fine.
While the team searches for clues on the Twelve, Charley
just wants answers
and is powerless to get them. But the mass of friends
they’ve accrued helps.
They convince her even more that everyone in her recent
life
has somehow
been drawn to her, as though they were a part of a bigger
picture all along.
But the good feelings don’t last for long because Charley
is
about to get the
surprise of her crazy, mixed-up, supernatural life….
I can't believe I haven't learned of any of your books, a fact that must be remedied...you're my kind of author! (Betty Gelean 9:58pm October 24, 2015)
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