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Themes of betrayal, trauma, redemption, and love pervade this sensual, action-packed sequel to Shadow Game. Once again, bestselling author Christine Feehan features characters with extraordinary, paranormal powers -- in particular, Dahlia Le Blanc, who is both telekinetic and psychic. The exploitation of her gifts as a child by Dr. Whitney, a notorious and sinister character from the previous book, has left Dahlia damaged and cautious. What's more, someone wants her dead. It's up to Nicholas Trevane, a man with unusual powers of his own, to save her, and as Dahlia learns to trust this solitary man, they fall fiercely in love. Issues of trust aren't the only ones the couple have to deal with: Dahlia generates flames in the midst of violent energy, which means that having sex with her could be playing with fire, literally. Ginger Curwen
Mind Game (GhostWalker Series #2)
Narrated by Tom Stechschulte
Christine FeehanUnabridged — 14 hours, 1 minutes
Mind Game (GhostWalker Series #2)
Narrated by Tom Stechschulte
Christine FeehanUnabridged — 14 hours, 1 minutes
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Overview
Christine Feehan's blend of sizzling romance, high-stakes action, and paranormal phenomena has landed this exciting author on the New York Times, USA Today and Publishers Weekly best-seller lists.
Mind Game is a suspenseful gem seething with passion. The telekinetic Dahlia Le Blanc can make objects burst into flames. When she is targeted by assassins, skilled warrior Nicolas Trevane arrives just in time to rescue her-and ignite an incendiary passion.
Editorial Reviews
In Shadow Game (2003), Feehan introduced the GhostWalkers, a group of men with military training and scientifically enhanced psychic skills. This sultry and suspenseful follow-up focuses on the exploits of GhostWalker Nicolas Trevane, who sets out to rescue Dahlia Le Blanc, a government operative with astonishing telekinetic talents, from her secluded residence in the Louisiana bayou. Nicolas's mission is fraught with danger. Not only is Dahlia emotionally unstable (she can make objects go up in flames when she's particularly upset), she's also been targeted by a traitor who has hired mercenaries to kill her. As Nicolas and Dahlia evade their pursuers and attempt to unmask the traitor, they forge a strong emotional bond. Dahlia fears her psychic powers may rage out of control if she makes love to Nicolas, but their passion culminates in a love scene that, while hot, only involves a handful of harmless flames. Feehan's newest offering is as swift-moving and sexually charged as her best vampire romances (Dark Destiny, etc.), with none of their florid prose. In short, it is an electrifying read, one that should satisfy her fans and cement her reputation as the reigning queen of the paranormal romance. Agent, Steve Axelrod. (Aug.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Praise for Christine Feehan and the New York Times bestselling GhostWalker novels
“The queen of paranormal romance! I love everything she does.”—J. R. Ward, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“Romance, suspense, danger, action-packed excitement, hot hot men, and on top of all that, a couple that sizzles all throughout the book...Sexy as hell.”—The Reading Cafe
“I cannot wait to see where Ms. Feehan takes us next.”—Fresh Fiction
“Packed with adventure...Not only is this a thriller, the sensual scenes rival the steaming bayou. A perfect 10.”—Romance Reviews Today
“One of the best storytellers around!”—RT Book Reviews
“Sultry and suspenseful...swift-moving and sexually charged.”—Publishers Weekly
A group of young people have had their minds altered by a research doctor searching for the optimized warrior--one with telepathic and telekinetic powers. Now a faceless but equally powerful enemy is trying to destroy them, starting with Dahlia Le Blanc, perhaps the most powerful of all. Tom Stechschulte has the voice of the toughest of the tough. But he’s been given a book that, despite its entertaining ideas, has a limited vocabulary. He’s driven to repeat specific words so many times--for instance, the word "body"--that the listener may be tempted to count and thus lose track of the story. B.H.B. © AudioFile 2005, Portland, Maine
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940170556281 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Recorded Books, LLC |
| Publication date: | 03/07/2008 |
| Series: | GhostWalker Series , #2 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
| Sales rank: | 1,044,999 |
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MIND GAME
A GhostWalker StoryBy Christine Feehan
Jove Books
Copyright © 2004 Christine FeehanAll right reserved.
ISBN: 0-515-13809-6
Chapter One
"She's obviously not cooperating again," Dr. Whitney grumbled and scribbled fiercely in his notebook, clearly somewhere between total exasperation and frustration. "Don't let her have her toys again, until she decides to work. I've had enough of her nonsense."The nurse hesitated. "Doctor, that isn't a good idea with Dahlia. She can be very ..." She paused, clearly searching for the right word. "Difficult."
That caught his attention. He looked up from his papers, the impatience on his face fading to interest. "You're afraid of her, Milly. She's four years old and you're afraid of her. Why?" There was more than scientific interest in his tone. There was eagerness.
The nurse continued to watch the child through the glass window. The little girl had shiny black hair, thick and long and falling down her back in an unkept, untidy mass. She sat on the floor rocking back and forth, clutching a small blanket to her and moaning softly. Pitifully. Continually. Her eyes were enormous, as black as midnight and as penetrating as steel. Milly Duboune winced visibly and looked away when the child turned those black, too old eyes in her direction.
"She can't see us through the glass," Dr. Whitney pointed out.
"She knows we're here." The nurse dropped her voice to a whisper. "She's dangerous, Doctor. No one wants to work with her. She won't let us brush her hair or tell her to go to bed and we can't punish her."
Dr. Whitney lifted an eyebrow, sheer arrogance crossing his face. "You're all that afraid of this child? Why wasn't I informed?"
Milly hesitated. Fear was clearly etched on her face. "We knew you'd demand more from her. You have no idea what you'd unleash. You don't pay any attention to them after you make your demands. She's in terrible pain. We don't blame her when she throws her tantrums. Ever since you insisted we separate the children, many are showing signs of extreme discomfort or, as in Dahlia's case, a high level of pain. She can't eat or sleep properly. She's too sensitive to light and sound. She's losing weight. Her pulse is too rapid, her heart-rate up all the time. She cries even in her sleep. Not a child's cry, but a cry of pain. Nothing we've tried has helped."
"There's no reason for her to be in pain," Dr. Whitney snapped. "All of you coddle those children. They have a purpose, a much bigger purpose than you can imagine. Go back in there and tell her if she doesn't cooperate, I'll take all of the toys and her blanket away from her."
"Not her blanket, Dr. Whitney, it's all she clings to. It's all the comfort she has." The nurse shook her head hard and stepped back from the window. "If you want that blanket, you go take it away from her yourself."
Dr. Whitney studied the desperation in the woman's eyes with clinical detachment. He indicated for the nurse to reenter the room. "See if you can coax her to cooperate. What does she want the most?"
"To be put back in the same room with either Lily or Flame."
"Iris. The child's name is Iris not Flame. Don't indulge her personality simply because she has red hair. She already is more trouble than she's worth with that temper of hers. The last thing we want is for Iris and this one," he indicated the dark haired little girl, "together. Go tell her she can spend time with Lily if what she does pleases me."
Milly took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the small room. The doctor flicked a switch so he could hear the conversation between the adult and the little girl.
"Dahlia? Look at me, honey," the nurse wheedled. "I have a surprise for you. Dr. Whitney said if you do something really good for him, you can spend time with Lily. Would you like that? To spend the rest of the evening with Lily?"
Dahlia clutched the raggedy blanket to her and nodded her head, her eyes solemn. The nurse knelt beside her and reached out her hand to smooth Dahlia's hair away from her face. Immediately the little girl ducked, clearly unafraid, simply avoiding physical contact with her. Milly sighed and dropped her hand. "Okay, Dahlia. Try something with one of the balls. See if you can do something with them."
Dahlia turned her head and looked directly at the doctor through the one-way glass. "Why does that man stare at us all the time? What does he want?" She sounded more adult than child and she looked like a young witch with too-old eyes.
"He wants to see if you can do anything special," the nurse answered.
"I don't like him."
"You don't have to like him, Dahlia. You just have to show him what you can do. You know you have all sorts of wonderful tricks you can do."
"It hurts when I do them."
"Where does it hurt?" The nurse glanced at the glass too, a small frown beginning to form.
"In my head. It hurts all the time in my head and I can't make it go away. Lily and Flame make it go away."
"Just do something for the doctor and you can spend all evening with Lily."
Dahlia sat silent for a moment, still rocking, her fingers curled tightly in the blanket. Behind the one-way glass, Dr. Whitney sucked in his breath and scribbled across the page of his notebook hastily, intrigued by the child's demeanor. She was clearly weighing the advantages and disadvantages and making a judgment at her young age. Finally she nodded, as if bestowing a great favor on the nurse.
Without further argument, Dahlia placed her small hand over one ball and began to make small circles above it. Dr. Whitney leaned close to the glass to study the lines of concentration on her face. The ball began to spin on the floor then rose beneath her hand. She transferred the ball to her index finger, keeping it spinning a few inches above the floor in an amazing display of her phenomenal ability to control the ball with her mind. A second sphere joined the first in the air beneath her tiny palm, both spinning madly like tops. The task appeared almost effortless. Dahlia seemed to be concentrating, but not wholly. She glanced at the nurse and then at the glass, looking nearly bored. She held the balls spinning in the air for a minute or two.
Abruptly she let her hand fall, clapping both hands over her head, pressing her palms tightly against her temples. The balls fell to the ground. Her face was pale, white lines around her mouth.
Dr. Whitney swore softly and flicked a second switch. "Have her do it again. This time with as many balls as she can handle. I want the action sustained this time so I can time her."
"She can't, doctor, she's in pain," Milly protested. "We have to take her to Lily. It's the only thing that will help her."
"She's only saying that so she can get her way. How could Lily or Iris take her pain away? That's just ridiculous, they're children. If she wants to see Lily she can repeat the experiment and try a little harder."
There was a small silence. The little girl's face darkened. Her eyes grew pitch black. She stared fiercely at the glass. "He's a bad man," she told the nurse. "A very bad man." The glass began to fracture into a fine spider's web. There were at least ten balls of varying size on the floor near the child. All of them began to spin madly in the air before slamming again and again against the window. Glass fragments broke off and rained onto the floor. Chips flew wildly in the air, choking the space until it appeared to be snowing glass.
The nurse screamed and ran from the small room, slamming the door behind her. The walls swelled outward with the terrible rage on the child's face. The door rocked on its hinges. Flames raced up the wall, circled the door jam, bright crackling orange and red, spreading like a storm. Everything that could move was picked up from the floor and spun as if in the center of a tornado.
Through it all, Whitney stood watching, mesmerized by the power of the childish tantrum. He didn't even move when the glass cut his face and blood ran down into the collar of his immaculate shirt.
Dr. Lily Whitney-Miller snapped off the video and turned to face the small group of men who had been watching the tape with the same mesmerized enthrallment the doctor in the film had exhibited. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was always hard to watch her father behaving in such a monstrous fashion. No matter how often she viewed the tapes of his work, she could not equate that man with the man who had been so loving to her. "That, gentlemen, was Dahlia at age four," she announced. "She would be a couple of years younger than me now and she's the one I believe I've located."
There was an awed silence. "She was that powerful at the age of four? A four year old child?" Captain Ryland Miller put his arm around his wife to comfort her, knowing how she felt when she delved into the experiments her father had performed. He stared at the picture of the black-haired child on the screen. "What else do you have on her, Lily?"
"I've found more tapes. These are of a young woman being given advanced training as some kind of field operative. I'm convinced it's Dahlia. My father's code is different in these books and the subject under training is referred to as Novelty White. I didn't get it at first, but my father called each of the missing girls he experimented on by the name of a flower. Dahlia is often referred to as a novelty. I think he interchanges the name Dahlia with Novelty in these experiments. These tapes cover preteens and teen years. She's an exceptional young woman, high IQ, very talented, tremendous psychic ability but the tapes are difficult to watch because she is wide open to assault from the outside world and no one has taught her how to protect herself."
"How could she possibly exist in the outside world without being taught shields?" One of the men sitting in the shadows asked. Lily turned her head to look at him, sighing as she did so. Nicolas Trevane always seemed to be in the shadows and he was one of the GhostWalkers who made her nervous. He sat in such stillness he seemed to blend in with his surroundings, yet when he went into action, he exploded, moving so fast he seemed to blur. He was raised for part of his childhood on a reservation with his father's people and then spent ten years in Japan with his mother's people. His face never seemed to give anything away. His black eyes were flat and cold and frightened her almost as much as the fact that he was a sniper, a renowned marksman capable of the most deadly and secret of missions.
Lily bowed her head to avoid looking into his icy eyes. "I don't know, Nico. I have fewer answers now than I did a few months ago. I'm still having trouble making myself understand how my father could have experimented on children and then again on all of you. As for this poor girl, this child he virtually tortured, if I'm reading these notes correctly, she was eventually trained as a government operative and I think its possible they're still using her."
"That's not possible, Lily," Ryland objected. "You saw what happened to us when we tried to operate without an anchor. You said your father had tried using pulses of electricity on all of you. You know the results of that. Brain bleeds, acute pain. Strokes. It just isn't possible. She'd go insane. The experiment Dr. Whitney conducted opened all our brains leaving us without barriers or our natural filters. We're grown men, already trained, yet you're talking about a child trying to cope with impossible demands."
"It should have driven her over the edge," Lily agreed. She held up the notebook. "I've discovered a private sanitarium in Louisiana that the Whitney trusts owns. It is run by the Sisters of Mercy. And it has one patient. A young woman." She looked at her husband. "Her name is Dahlia Le Blanc."
"You aren't going to tell me your father bought out a religious organization," Raoul 'Gator' Fontenet protested. He hastily crossed himself. "I won't believe nuns could possibly be a part of Whitney's cover-up."
Lily smiled at him. "Actually, Gator, I think the nuns are fictitious as is the sanitarium. I think it's really a front to hide Dahlia from the world. As the sole director of all the trusts, I was able to dig fairly deep and it seems she's really the only patient and aside from the trust picking up all her bills, she has a sizable trust in her name with regular deposits. The deposits coincide with entries seemingly indicating my father had become suspicious she was being used as an operative for the United States government. Apparently he allowed her to be trained and then when he realized it was too difficult for her, he moved her to the sanitarium and, as always, when things went wrong, he left her without following up." There was an edge of bitterness to her voice. "I think my father tried to create a safe place for her there, just as he created this house for me."
Ryland bent his head to Lily's, his chin rubbing the top of her sable hair. "Your father was a brilliant man, Lily. He had to learn about love, it wasn't shown to him as a child." It was a refrain he reminded her of often since it had come to light that not only had Dr. Whitney experimented on Lily, removing the filters from her brain in order to enhance psychic ability, but that she wasn't his biological child as he'd led her to believe, but one of many children he'd 'bought' from foreign orphanages.
There was another silence. Tucker Addison whistled softly. He was a tall, stocky man with dark skin, brown eyes and an engaging smile. "You did it, Lily. You actually found her. And she's a GhostWalker like all of us."
"Before we get too excited, I think you all should watch some of the other training tapes I found. Each of these is labeled Novelty." She signaled to her husband to press play on the machine to start the video running.
Lily found herself holding her breath. She was certain the child Novelty and Dahlia were one and the same. "According to the records, Novelty, is eight years old here." The child's hair was thick and as black as a raven's wing. She wore it carelessly braided and the braid hung to her waist in a thick rope. Her face was delicate, matching the rest of her and the thick hair seemed to overpower her. "I'm certain this is the same child. Look at her face. Her eyes are the same." Lily felt the child was hiding from the world behind the mass of silken strands. She looked exotic, her origins, Asian. Like all the missing girls, Dr. Whitney had adopted her from a foreign country and brought her to his laboratory to enhance her natural psychic abilities.
In the video, the little girl was on a balance beam. She didn't walk carefully. She didn't even look down. She ran across it as if it was a wide sidewalk instead of a narrow piece of gymnastics equipment. She didn't hesitate at the end of the beam, but did a flip off of it, landing on her feet still running without breaking stride.
(Continues...)
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