Bayou Shadow Hunter

Bayou Shadow Hunter
Debbie Herbert

Secrets that lurk in the Bayou…Bent on revenge, Native American Shadow Hunter Tombi Silver could turn to only one woman for help. ‘Witch’ Annie Matthew’s ability to hear auras allowed her to discover Tombi’s friend, mystically trapped by forces that could destroy them all. Yet her accompanying message of a traitor in their midst meant Tombi could trust no one!Dare he bring Annie along on his quest to fight shadow spirits? Putting his faith in someone outside his tribe, especially one who pulled at his tightly controlled desires, could prove just as dangerous as his mission…

Wrong time, and possibly the wrong man.

But as if her arms weren’t controlled by her brain, Annie reached around his back and drew him to her.

His back muscles tightened beneath her touch and he drew in a ragged breath. Tombi stilled, as if warring with his sexual desire and his duty in the world outside the tent.

Annie wanted him desperately, just for a few minutes, a little slice of time. She saw how much he gave to the others, how they looked up to him. Didn’t he deserve a few minutes of happiness for himself?

Didn’t she?

Who knew what dangers the night and the hunt might bring?

DEBBIE HERBERT writes paranormal romance novels reflecting her belief that love, like magic, casts its own spell of enchantment. She’s always been fascinated by magic, romance and gothic stories. Married and living in Alabama, she roots for the Crimson Tide football team. Her oldest son, like many of her characters, has autism. Her youngest son is in the US Army. A past Maggie Award finalist in both young-adult and paranormal romance, she’s a member of the Georgia Romance Writers of America.

Bayou Shadow

Hunter

Debbie Herbert

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

This book is dedicated to my mother, April Deanne Goodson Gainey, who passed away while I wrote this book. I thank her for her belief in me as a woman and as a writer. Miss you, Mom.

Contents

Cover (#ua756394b-fc61-504e-ac8d-b72b5faa77ae)

Introduction (#u3b0ada75-48a7-5a2b-b058-5256d9e81c1f)

About the Author (#uedfb4a67-65fd-5f95-b435-03c991c57daf)

Title Page (#u4174fd35-a9e0-5e3b-99a9-bb2f719c3ab4)

Dedication (#u941a64d6-d314-51fe-bf44-836c66b29737)

Chapter 1 (#u7fe6f5e5-c179-5ffe-841a-3b92ef778274)

Chapter 2 (#u3ae50737-8e76-5f52-9ab8-60cb285479d3)

Chapter 3 (#u50428b48-4f1b-5b3d-8bf5-18d96dd7a95c)

Chapter 4 (#ud83cf5d2-844b-56e1-b872-15d782432a55)

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Chapter 1 (#ulink_47dc3118-30b4-5fed-9d34-fbc1c046001a)

“Thunder Moon comin’ tonight. Yer life is fixin’ to change.”

Grandma Tia called the August full moon “Thunder Moon” and proclaimed it a time of enchantment. Annie had to admit tonight did appear magical and mysterious. The forest beckoned with its thick canopy of trees draped in long tendrils of Spanish moss that fluttered in the sea breeze with a silver shimmer like a living veil of secrecy.

And so they had burned tiny scraps of paper where they’d written what they wanted purged from their lives. As she’d done every month for most of her life, Annie had written only one thing. The same thing. She held the paper to candle flame, watching it catch fire and curl in on itself before the wind carried it away. It splintered into tiny embers that flickered like fireflies before turning to ash.

Annie sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and staring out the window, pondering her grandma’s words. She could use some change. Lots of it. If only she could get rid of... No. No point agonizing over that, when she was so close to sleep.

A green glow skittered erratically in the swampy darkness.

Very pretty. Annie turned away from the bedroom window, yawned and slipped into bed, pulling a thin cotton sheet over her head like a cocoon.

Wait a minute... She jerked to a sitting position and peered out the window across the room. Each glass pane framed squares of refracted moonbeams piercing through tumbles of tree limbs. A patchwork quilt of the macabre.