The Dark Gate [NOOK Book]

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Larsen Vale has a secret: she sees things. Terrible things. Deadly things. And her latest vision features a strange albino man...and her own death. Haunted and afraid, she trusts no one, not even the handsome cop who seems fascinated with her.

Washington, D.C., detective Jack Hallihan has one mission: find the man who is assaulting young women. But the police have no clues, no leads and no witnesses. And Jack has a deadly secret of his own--a ...

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Overview

Larsen Vale has a secret: she sees things. Terrible things. Deadly things. And her latest vision features a strange albino man...and her own death. Haunted and afraid, she trusts no one, not even the handsome cop who seems fascinated with her.

Washington, D.C., detective Jack Hallihan has one mission: find the man who is assaulting young women. But the police have no clues, no leads and no witnesses. And Jack has a deadly secret of his own--a secret Larsen holds the key to.

Time is running out. If Larsen and Jack can't learn to trust their attraction to each other, the Gate will be opened--and the world will be forever changed....

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Frustrated by a rash of violent rapes and killings in which the victims, as well as the witnesses, don't remember anything, Washington, DC, police detective Jack Hallihan's only lead is attorney Larsen Vale, an ice queen who knows far more than she is telling but whose slightest touch has the uncanny ability to stop the unintelligible voices in Jack's head that have plagued him all his life. But Larsen has a chilling secret of her own, and as she and Jack get closer to the truth, they not only learn that they share an ancient heritage but realize that complete honesty between them is the only way to stop the carnage and send the intruders back to the dark dimension where they belong. Although trust between Jack and Larsen is slow in coming, the sexual pulse between them is immediate, adding a zing to this romantic, magical, and terrifying story. Palmer invests an old theme with creative twists, building a vivid, imaginative world. A compelling debut. Palmer, a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart winner, lives in Oak Hill, VA.


—Kristin Ramsdell
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426800344
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 10/1/2007
  • Series: Harlequin Nocturne Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 101,189
  • File size: 222 KB

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"Three assaults in five days, more than a dozen bystanders and no one remembers a thing. How in the hell is he doing it?"

Metropolitan Police Detective Jack Hallihan paced the aft deck of the small cabin cruiser docked on the Potomac River in downtown Washington, D.C., his steps echoing his frustration. A jet roared overhead, making its final approach into Reagan National, while the summer sun beat down on the back of his neck, sending sweat rolling between his shoulder blades. He was running out of time.

"He's gotta be knocking -em out, Jack." Duke Robinson, a fellow detective and the wiry dark-skinned owner of the boat, tipped his baseball cap to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun even as his head turned, his gaze following the progress of a pair of young women strolling down the dock in bikini tops and short-shorts. "What's up, ladies?"

The voices in Jack's head surged suddenly, unintelligible voices that filled his head night and day, and had for as long as he could remember. He clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into his dark hair, pressing his fingers to his scalp, trying to quiet the ceaseless chatter, if only a little.

"You okay, man?, Henry Jefferson, Jack's partner of ten years, eyed him with concern from the second deck chair as he rolled a cold Budweiser across a forehead several shades darker than Duke's. Henry was as tall as Jack, but no longer lean. Too many years of his wife, Mei's, fried egg rolls had softened him around the middle. There was nothing soft about the gaze he leveled on Jack. "You need to see someone about those headaches of yours."

Jack snatched his hand from his head. Hell. The last thing he needed was to bringattention to his worsening condition. No one knew he suffered from the same madness that destroyed his father. If he had his way, no one ever would.

"It's just the heat," he told his friend. If only. he'd be happy if they were just headaches. Sometimes he felt as though he lived in the middle of a raucous party that never ended, a party where everyone spoke Bulgarian, or Mongolian, or some other language he would never understand. Usually he could tamp down the noise so it didn't overwhelm his mind, like moving the party into the next room. But the past couple of weeks the voices had been all but shouting in his ears. It was starting to scare the shit out of him.

He pulled the discussion back to the problem at hand, a mysterious rapist terrorizing the Dupont Circle neighborhood of D.C. "In each of the three cases, multiple victims were knocked unconscious by some unknown means to awaken simultaneously a short while later—estimated at anywhere from Stone of Ezrie?" he boiled under his skin. He didn't have time for talk he'd managed to push the voices back, but for how Jack swallowed. "Who's that?, "Larsen Vale. Bleeding-heart lawyer and Ice Bitch extraordinaire. Forget about her. She don't give it up for no man." Duke's words were too loud for the small distance between the boats, but he didn't seem to care.

The woman glanced up. The laughter drained from her features as though someone had pulled a plug. All emotion fled. Her gaze slid over the men, one after the other, as if they were nothing more than inanimate objects unworthy of her notice—until her gaze slammed into Jack's. His heart bucked in his chest, a physical jolt like he'd been sucker punched. She held his gaze, then dropped it, shattering it as she turned away.

She clicked her cell phone closed and started across the boat's narrow deck with quick, confident strides, a briefcase swinging at her side. Without another glance his way, she hopped lightly onto the dock and strode away.

Jack exhaled. "Wow."

"She's cold, dude," Duke insisted. "Ice cold. Don't waste your time."

"Dad." Henry's ten-year-old son, David, ran up the stairs from below, making enough noise for three kids despite his slight build. "When are we sailing?"

"You don't sail a motorboat, moron." His sister, Sabrina, flounced up the stairs behind him.

"Sorry, you two. We're not taking the boat out," Henry told his kids. "This is a marina party, not a river cruise."

"What party?, David asked. "This is boring."

"David—" Jack set his half-empty Coke can on the railing. "Who's up for a walk?, He had too much on his mind to make small talk. If he had to take the afternoon off, he'd rather spend his time with the kids, anyway. He sure as hell wouldn't have any of his own. Not after what his dad had put his own family through.

"Me, Uncle Jack, me," David exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Can I get the football out of the car, Dad?"

Henry nodded and Jack turned to Sabrina. "You coming, beautiful?, At fourteen, the girl was already showing signs of the heartbreaker she was destined to become. Unlike her brother, she'd inherited a healthy dose of the exotic from her mother's ancestry. Her skin was a light coffee color, her intelligent eyes slightly tilted and her hair silky black as she flicked it behind her back with a toss of her head.

He held his breath, waiting for her reply, wondering if this would be the time she'd finally grown too cool to have anything to do with her "uncle" Jack. But she flashed him a smile full of braces and youthful exuberance, and he knew today wasn't that day. They found a patch of grass in front of the marina to pass the football.

"You suck," Sabrina shouted as David ran for the ball he'd missed.

"You suck," the boy called back, laughing. If there was a natural athlete lurking in the kid somewhere, he had yet to show himself. David grabbed the ball and started running toward them.

Jack held up his hands. "Throw it, pal." But the boy kept running. Jack laughed, happier out here with these two than he'd been in weeks.

"Throw it, David." Sabrina waved her hands in the air. The boy finally heaved the football, getting a nice spiral on it, at last. Unfortunately his aim was off. Way off. The ball sailed directly at the door of the marina office and the woman exiting through it—the Ice Bitch, Larsen Vale.

Jack cringed as the ball hit her square in the arm, knocking her briefcase out of her hand. The briefcase hit the wall and clattered to the sidewalk, snapping open. Papers spilled everywhere.

Hell. She was going to tear the kid to pieces. As David started toward her in his loping run, Jack headed after him, determined to save him from a tongue-lashing that would make his sister's impatient comments sound like sweet nothings.

"Sorry," David called good-naturedly as he approached the she-devil.

The woman picked up the ball. To Jack's amazement she gave David a rueful smile and cocked her arm as if to throw it.

"Go long," she told him.

David grinned and started running. The woman threw an admirable pass with only a slight wobble, right into the boy's arms.

"Yesss!" David did his own little version of the touch-down shuffle.

Jack looked at Larsen Vale thoughtfully as she knelt to gather up her papers. he'd heard her name before today. He knew she'd earned herself a reputation for ruthlessness in the courtroom, particularly in defense of women abused by their high-profile husbands. Duke wasn't the only one who called her the Ice Bitch. Yet she'd just been exceedingly kind in a situation that would have provoked most people to anger.

Jack joined her. "Let me give you a hand with those." He knelt beside her and began picking up the loose papers. he'd thought her attractive on the boat. This close, she was stunning. Her mouth was wide and lush, perfectly framed by a strong, stubborn jaw. Her eyes had a natural, heavy-lidded appearance that was sexy as hell. And her skin was lightly tanned and flawlessly smooth.

Heat tightened things low in his body. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hit with this kind of lust at first sight. Too bad she was ignoring him.

"Thanks for being patient with David. He's a little careless sometimes."

She looked up and gave him the same expressionless look she had on the boat. Her eyes were a clear golden-brown beneath a thin layer of frost.

"Were you afraid I'd shatter him with my ice wand?, Jack winced. So she'd heard Duke's comment. "You had a right to be angry with him. I appreciate your patience."

She stopped in her gathering and glanced toward the kids. "He was just being a boy."

"Yeah. I apologize for my friend's rudeness back there, too. His comments were out of line." Jack tapped the papers he'd collected on the sidewalk to neaten the stack. "He's a little too cocksure of his success with women." He handed the stack to her and their fingers brushed. A bare slide of flesh on flesh.

Inexplicably the chatter in his head went silent. Silent. For the first time in—forever.

She jerked, dropping the papers. "Damn."

The voices rushed back as if they'd never left at all. Jack's heart slammed in his chest. Had he imagined it?

She gathered up the last of the papers and put them back in her expensive-looking briefcase. As she started to close the lid, the breeze caught a loose sheet. Jack grabbed for it at the same time she did. Their hands brushed again.

Silence. It was her.

Larsen Vale clicked her briefcase shut and rose. She met his gaze, briefly, as dispassionately as before. "Thanks," she said, and turned away.

Jack stared after her, stunned. She'd quieted the voices.

Hope roared through his veins like a flood through a parched gully. She'd quieted the damn voices.

She was his salvation. His cure.

He hurried after her as she started across the parking lot. "Wait."

She stopped and turned to look at him, a hint of a question in her eyes.

"I'm—Jack." He thrust out his hand, partly from habit, partly from an intense desire to touch her again. "Jack Hallihan."

She glanced at his hand, but made no move to take it. "I know." Then she turned and walked away as if she hadn't just changed his life.

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    Annoying female lead

    The female lead was distressingly annoying, just to create dramatic tension. Rest of the book was good, although it was too short to have much character development.

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    A great romantic urban fantasy

    Metropolitan Police Detective Jack Hallihan is working on a case that has him totally stymied. On three occasions several victims were knocked out, but when they all awakened simultaneously one girl was raped and no one remembered anything. Jack also fears he is going insane because he hears voices in his head. He meets lawyer Larsen Vale who keeps a secret from everyone. She feels she is evil because she can forecast death.-------------------- When Jack touches Larsen the voices stop making him need to get to know her in the hopes she has the power to rid him of his terror permanently. At a wedding she has a vision in which she sees an albino man enchanting people. No one else sees him but her. He wears the stone of Erzie, which is the key to another dimension. Jack arrest this male, but after locking him away and leaving, the culprit enslaves the entire police station occupants. When Jack and Larsen learn what the creature is they know they must prevent him from opening the portal that would allow magical malevolence to conquer the earth.------------ Pamela Palmer has written a delightful paranormal romance in which mortals must first believe in the unbelievable starting with a monster out of the myths that really exists and that magic works. This is an action oriented thriller with a supportive romantic subplot that enhances the escapades turning THE DARK GATE into a great romantic urban fantasy.------------- Harriet Klausner

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    Ezrie a new world & race If you like paranormal romance an

    Ezrie a new world & race


    If you like paranormal romance and Pamela Palmer you will enjoy this series.

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