The Night Is Forever: Book 11 in Krewe of Hunters series [NOOK Book]

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A Ghost Rider in the Sky?

What happened here, on a historic ranch outside Nashville, during the Civil War? And what's happening now?

Olivia Gordon works at the Horse Farm, a facility that assists patients with mental and physical recovery; her specialty is animal therapy. She's always loved her job, always felt safe…until now.

People are dying, starting ...

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The Night Is Forever: Book 11 in Krewe of Hunters series

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Overview


eHeatherGraham.com

A Ghost Rider in the Sky?

What happened here, on a historic ranch outside Nashville, during the Civil War? And what's happening now?

Olivia Gordon works at the Horse Farm, a facility that assists patients with mental and physical recovery; her specialty is animal therapy. She's always loved her job, always felt safe…until now.

People are dying, starting with the facility's founder, whose body is discovered in a ravine on the property—site of a massacre in 1862. And before every death, Liv sees a horse and rider, wearing a soldier's garb, in the night sky…. Warning? Omen? Or clue?

Liv calls in her cousin Malachi and his Krewe, an FBI unit of paranormal investigators, to discover the truth. New Krewe member Dustin Blake knows they need Liv's involvement in the case, yet he's worried about her safety. Because he and Liv quickly become more than colleagues…and he doesn't want to lose her to the endless night.

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"Graham deftly weaves elements of mystery, the paranormal and romance into a tight plot that will keep the reader guessing at the true nature of the killer's evil." -Publishers Weekly on The Unseen

"Suspenseful and dark. The culture and history surrounding San Antonio and the Alamo are described in detail. The transitions between past and present flow seamlessly, and the main characters are interesting and their connection to one another is believable." -RT Book Reviews on The Unseen

"If you like mixing a bit of the creepy with a dash of sinister and spine-chilling reading with your romance, be sure to read Heather Graham's latest.... Graham does a great job of blending just a bit of paranormal with real, human evil." -Miami Herald on Unhallowed Ground

"The paranormal elements are integral to the unrelentingly suspenseful plot, the characters
are likable, the romance convincing...."-Booklist on Ghost Walk

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460319444
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/24/2013
  • Series: Krewe of Hunters , #11
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 11,246
  • File size: 369 KB

Meet the Author

Heather Graham

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written more than a hundred novels. She's a winner of the RWA's Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Thriller Writers' Silver Bullet. She is an active member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America. For more information, check out her websites: TheOriginalHeatherGraham.com, eHeatherGraham.com, and HeatherGraham.tv. You can also find Heather on Facebook.

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The meeting Dustin Blake had been asked to attend was being held at the General Bixby Tavern, just off the I-95 South exit in northern Virginia.

Dustin knew it well. He'd often stopped there when he was a kid and his parents had taken him to D.C.—a place they'd both loved. Being historians, they would have lived at the Smithsonian if they could. At the time, he'd thought that the tavern's owners had hired an actor to portray General Bixby. Bixby had been kind to him and full of information.

Dustin remembered being humiliated and hurt, as only a kid could be, when he'd discovered that there was no actor and his parents were concerned about his invention of imaginary friends. Then, of course, he'd disturbed them both by knowing things only the general—or a much older person, and an expert on the Civil War—would know.

That had led to a number of sessions with a psychiatrist.

Dustin had then made the sage decision to agree that General Bixby was an imaginary friend. That had brought about deep thought on the part of his parents—and it had also brought about his sister. His extremely academic parents had worried that an only child might be given to such flights of fancy because he was lonely. So they'd set forth to add to their family.

That was all right. He loved his sister.

He pulled off the interstate and took an exit that led nowhere except Old Tavern Road. Soon he pulled his black SUV into the lot at the tavern and parked. For a moment, he sat and stared at the building.

What was now the General Bixby Tavern had actually been built during the American Revolution and been called the Wayfarer's Inn. During the Civil War, it had been renamed for the gallant Union general—the kind "imaginary friend" who had, while he was alive, braved heavy artillery to save both Union and Confederate soldiers. This was when a fire had broken out in the nearby forest. While many a leader might have sat atop his horse far from the carnage, Bixby had ridden right into the inferno. Wounded after dragging at least twenty injured men from the disaster, he'd been brought to the tavern where he'd died, pleading that the nation settle its differences and find peace.

He really was a fine old gentleman. Dustin knew that well.

He exited the car and headed up the old wooden steps to the broad porch that wrapped around the tavern. This many years later, the tavern was still basically in the wilderness—the closest town being Fredericksburg. Winter was approaching and there was a little coolness in the air, heightened by the thickness of the woods around them. Only its historic importance, and the plethora of "ghost hunters," kept it from falling into ruin.

When Dustin stepped inside the dim tavern, he blinked at the change of light. He wondered instantly if the meeting had been planned so he'd have a few seconds of disorientation—a time during which he might be observed and not observe in return.

As his eyes adjusted, he saw General Bixby seated at the bar. The general nodded gravely at Dustin, indicating a group across the room.

Dustin nodded in return, then moved toward the others. He saw David Caswell stand; he'd been sitting at a corner booth. Caswell wasn't alone. There were two other men with him. One was dark-haired with Native American ancestry apparent in a strong face. The other was light-skinned and light-haired. When they, too, stood to meet him, he saw that they were both tall and fit. And both were wearing casual suits. Not the usual feds—if that was what they were.

"Dustin!" David Caswell said. The pleasure of his greeting seemed sincere.

"Good to see you," Dustin greeted David, shaking his hand. He glanced at the other two men and waited.

"I'd like you to meet Jackson Crow and Malachi Gordon," David turned. "Jackson, Malachi, Special Agent Dustin Blake. When I first started with the police force in Savannah, Dustin and I were partners. He's the best—and rare in his abilities."

"Thank you for coming," Jackson said.

The men took their seats again. They studied him, and he returned their stare.

So the dark-haired man was the famous—or infamous—Jackson Crow.

"How do you like being with the feds, Mr. Blake?" Crow asked him.

"How do I like it? Just fine," Dustin said. And it

was fine. He wasn't sure what he felt about being there today, however. There'd been a time when he'd wanted nothing more than to be assigned to one of Crow's "special" units. Now…he wasn't so sure.

In all honesty—and he didn't know if it was simply self-assurance or something less commendable—he'd expected to receive a good assignment when he'd graduated from the academy. Whatever that might be. And he'd gotten a good assignment. He worked with a group of four consultants sent on diverse cases when violent crime crossed state lines.

"You enjoy working with your team?" Crow asked. Was it just a polite question?

"Yeah, I do. My coworkers are good, savvy, personable and experienced. I work with one guy, Grant Shelby, who's six foot seven, nearly three hundred pounds of lean, mean muscle, with almost computer-powered intelligence. He's pretty good to have around in a hostile situation. And Cindy Greenstreet had the highest test scores in the past decade. I also work with Jerry Gunter—you might have heard the name. He used to be a mixed-martial-arts champ before entering the academy. He's pretty good to have around in a pinch, as well. If you've called me here, I'm sure you've read up on me, so you know that when I joined the bureau, I didn't start out as a kid but came in with a lot of experience, both in combat and law enforcement."

Crow nodded and Dustin realized that he'd known all this. Dustin's FBI unit was smart and tough—they'd been put together to get in and get the job done.

"Good assignment," Crow said with a nod.

"Yeah." As he'd told them, Dustin hadn't come into the academy as a fresh-faced twenty-something grad.

Before he'd gone to college, he'd participated as a witness in a case involving a duo of oddly matched serial killers. From there, he'd gone into the military, and after the marines he'd gone into police work. He hadn't exactly entered the department immediately; there'd been a year when he'd been in total denial about himself and his "unusual" abilities—and about the heinous things men seemed willing to do to their fellows. He'd more or less walked into the wilderness. Actually, it hadn't been that dramatic. He'd taken a job as a forest ranger in the Everglades—except that he'd been led to bodies in giant oilcans and he'd realized it was time to move his efforts in the best possible direction. There were certain things a man couldn't escape—and his own nature was one of them.

So he'd decided to apply to the academy.

"You know all about me," Dustin said. "Why are we meeting?"

David looked at Jackson Crow and shrugged.

"What do you know about the Krewes?" This time, it was Malachi Gordon who spoke. Dustin knew his name; he was a recent graduate of the academy. He'd come into the bureau after working a case in Savannah.

Dustin leaned back. "I've read about what happened in Savannah," he told Malachi. "You know I worked with David so, of course, the beautiful city of Savannah is near and dear to my heart. In fact, I was somewhat surprised that my unit wasn't assigned to that case, but apparently, things were already being taken care of. And, to the best of my knowledge, that case has been cleared, the paperwork wrapped up and the feds are long gone from Savannah. Having worked there, I thought I might be of some help, but…"

He paused and grinned sheepishly at David. "It seems like you all did just fine without me."

"I'm sure you would've been an asset," Malachi murmured.

Dustin looked curiously at the other man. "Thanks, but as I said—seems like you had it covered."

"That was then—and we did have it covered. However, although the Krewes are growing, there are never enough of us, and we're always looking for the right people," Crow told him. "Would you be interested in seeing how you work out with one of our units?"

Dustin smiled. That was straightforward. "I initially asked about applying to one of your units. They told me there was no application process. You formed your own units."

"That's true," Crow said. "And I wish I'd known about you earlier. David was talking to Malachi about you, and then Malachi talked to me. So, yes, I looked you up and pulled strings to get all the information I could on you. Thus far, each recruit has worked out. We're…careful in the people we approach. We have to be."

"Because you all have special talents, I take it?" Dustin asked. "And, of course, because all the other agents like to call the units ghost hunters and rib you all about it. But really, they're all envious of your record."

"Detective Caswell has told us that working with you was like—"

"Like working with me," Malachi Gordon cut in. "David and I were together in New Orleans," he explained.

"I see," Dustin said.

"Are you a candidate, Mr. Blake?" Crow asked him.

Dustin lowered his head, hiding a smile. He looked back at Crow. "Well, let me put it this way—if you haven't met him yet, I'd be glad to introduce you to General Bixby. He's sitting at the bar right now, next to the man in the jeans and Alice Cooper T-shirt."

That brought a grin to Crow's face. Dustin hadn't been sure the man was really capable of a smile.

"We haven't met formally, no, but we've been aware of his presence."

"I wasn't sure if I was being tested or not." Dustin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he looked at Jackson Crow, then Dustin and finally the third man, Malachi Gordon.

"Why now?" he asked.

It was Gordon who answered him. "You're from Nashville," he said.

Dustin thought quickly. He was privy to lawenforcement reports daily. He hadn't heard anything about a kidnapping or murder in the city of Nashville.

"I am from Nashville," he said, frowning. "But I've been gone for a long time."

"You go back often enough, don't you?"

He did, except that he hadn't been there in a while. His academic parents were living in London. His little sister, Rayna, had grown up to be a country music singer. But she'd been on tour for the past year. He'd caught up with her—and his folks—for a few days in London earlier in the summer.

"Yes, but I haven't been back in about a year," he said.

"That's not too long," David said. "Have you ever heard of a man named Marcus Danby?" Malachi Gordon asked him.

"Marcus Danby." Dustin repeated slowly. The name was familiar. "Of course. Yes," he said. "He founded a therapy center. He brings in clients—patients—to work with horses. Or dogs, sometimes. He was the black sheep of a very elite family, wound up addicted to everything known to man. He did time, but he was the last living member of his family and inherited property. He also changed his ways. The Horse Farm is extremely well-respected."

"Danby is dead," Gordon said abruptly.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How did he die?"

"Fell into a ravine," Gordon told him. "He was buried two days ago but the autopsy report was just released. He had drugs in his system."

"That's a pity. The man must've been clean for at least twenty years," Dustin said. "What does this—"

"Some people close to him don't believe what they're hearing. We'd like you to investigate," Jackson Crow broke in.

"You don't believe it was a fall—or you don't believe he was on drugs?"

"Neither," Malachi replied.

"Are the police suspicious?" Dustin asked.

"No." Crow shook his head.

"Then I don't really understand—"

"Special Agent Blake, we often find ourselves slipping in when local law enforcement doesn't see an immediate problem," Crow said.

"I see."

Malachi Gordon told him, "We'd like you to go in as a patient."

"As a patient. You want me to go in as a patient and investigate an accident brought on by substance abuse when no one believes it might have been anything other than it appeared?"

"We have more than a suspicion that he was murdered," Malachi said bluntly.

Dustin stared at him. "How? Why? I'm in the bureau. I know how it works. We're usually called in when there's a suspicion that a serial killer is at large or when a killer is crossing state lines."

"Agent Blake," Jackson Crow began. "We move in on cases when we're afraid the truth may never be known because of unusual circumstances. We don't go barging in as a unit. We send one or two people and they assess the situation for us."

Dustin was surprised and, he had to admit, disappointed. This didn't sound like a case that was worthy of the Krewe.

The units had handled many truly unique cases. The sad demise of a man, even a black sheep who'd changed his own life and created a lifesaving enterprise—just didn't sound like the kind of puzzle that desperately needed to be solved.

He shook his head, baffled. "I need more than you're giving me. Yes, I'm interested in working with a unit. As you're well aware, a man can grow weary of finding excuses for knowing what he shouldn't because he's managed to have a conversation with someone who's dead. And can I go in easily? Yes. The Horse Farm is about twenty miles outside the city, but I'd have to go in as myself because I do have friends in the area. But, God knows, that could be easy. Enough people in law enforcement crack—that's a plausible reason. But I don't understand how this even came to your attention."

"My cousin called me, Blake," Malachi Gordon said. "She works at the Horse Farm and she's convinced that Marcus Danby was murdered."

Great. Someone's relative was upset.

Still.

It was an invitation to get a foot in the door with Jackson Crow and one of his Krewe units.

But if he was stepping in just because someone's relative couldn't accept the harsh fact that even the strongest person sometimes failed…

That wouldn't bode so well.

"Why?" he asked Malachi. "Why is your cousin convinced that Marcus Danby met with foul play?"

"Because, Special Agent Blake, Marcus Danby told her that he was murdered."

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  • Posted September 25, 2013

    I like the Krewe series. They are filled with mystery with touch

    I like the Krewe series. They are filled with mystery with touch of the supernatural. There are love scenes that I skipped over.
    In The Night is Forever their are ghosts all over in the story that so enrich the story. Marcus died of a drug overdose. Everyone believes after 30 years clean he relasps except Olivia. Olivia found Marcus's body and his ghost that said he did not go back to drugs, He was murdered and he needs her help.

    Olivia faints I would to, bad enough to find a dead body without its ghost being there too. Olivia calls her cousin Malachi and his Krewe, an FBI unit of paranormal investigators, and tells him what Marcus said.

    Dustin Blake is a FBI Agent. He wanted to join Krewes but there is no way to request it. Dustin is asked to go in undercover as a agent who is burned out. This will be his first assignment for the Krewe unit.

    Their is lots of suspects, lots of ghosts, and lots of animals. I had no idea who or why was killing people at the horse farm.
    I liked the ghosts that kept popping up, also liked the boys that were trying to get their lives back.
    Dustin fits well in the Krewe unit with the others. It was a entertaining story.
    I was given this ebook and asked to give honest review of it by Netgalley and Harlequin.
    publication: September 24th 2013 by Harlequin MIRA 368 pages

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2013

    Ghosts and Such

    can some of us see things that others cannot? Is someone haunting the therapy center? the Krewes is called in to find out what is hapening before it is too late!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 24, 2013

    The Krewe wins again I¿ve read everything Heather Graham has wr

    The Krewe wins again

    I’ve read everything Heather Graham has written. I have to say that this book is probably my favorite Krewe story since the beginning. It has everything – murder, intrigue, suspense, mystery, love, animals and ghosts. It’s a really good mix, you should read it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 9, 2014

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    Olivia Gordon knows that the man who owns the horse farm where s

    Olivia Gordon knows that the man who owns the horse farm where she works as a therapist did not die from an overdose of the drugs that he had been clean of for decades. She knows for a fact that he was murdered. He told her so. Yes, that’s right, Olivia, cousin of Malichi Gordon from The Night is Alive, can see and talk to dead people. When Marcus assures her that he was murdered, the only place she can turn for help is cousin Malachi and the FBI’s Krewe. Can she and agent Dustin Blake find Marcus’ murderer before he or she strikes again? When Olivia becomes the killer’s next target, the stakes suddenly get higher.

    The only other book in this series that I’ve read is The Night is Alive, and for some reason, I really enjoyed that one more than this one. I guess I just didn’t click with Olivia, and it seemed that her relationship with Dustin progressed way too quickly. I also figured out “whodunit” pretty early on, and it seemed like it took forever (ha, ha) for Olivia and Dustin to figure it out.

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  • Posted October 25, 2013

    Good Read

    I enjoyed this book. Good story well written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2013

    Good Read

    Really enjoy reading Heather Graham books!

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  • Posted October 18, 2013

    Must read

    I love all of Heather Grahams books and this is no different. It was interesting from the beginning to end. Must read.

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  • Posted October 9, 2013

    In Graham¿s paranormal mystery novel, equine therapist Olivia Go

    In Graham’s paranormal mystery novel, equine therapist Olivia Gordon works at the Horse Farm, a facility specializing in mental and physical recovery. Suddenly, people are dying and before every death Olivia sees a ghost horse and rider leaving her to contemplate if it’s a warning or just a clue. Liv calls her cousin Malachi and his Krewe, an FBI unit of paranormal investigators for help. Malachi sends his new member, Dustin Blake to initiate an investigation unaware that a fire will be ignited between Dustin and Olivia long before the case is solved.

    Another powerful installment to the Krewe of Hunters series.


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