Phantom Evil by Heather Graham (English) Paperback Book

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OGraham expertly blends a chilling history of the mansion's former residents with eerie phenomena, once again demonstrating why she stands at the top of the romantic suspense category."--"Publisher's Weekly, " Starred Review.

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A secret government unit, a group of renegade paranormal investigators...and a murder no one else can crack Though haunted by the recent deaths of two teammates, Jackson Crow knows that the living commit the most heinous crimes. A police officer utilizing her paranormal intuition, Angela Hawkins already has her hands full of mystery and bloodshed. But one assignment calls to them too strongly to resist. In a historic mansion in New Orleans's French Quarter, a senator's wife falls to her death. Most think she jumped; some say she was pushed. And yet others believe she was beckoned by the ghostly spirits inhabiting the house--once the site of a serial killer's grisly work. In this seemingly unsolvable case, only one thing is certain: whether supernatural or all too human, crimes of passion will cast Jackson and Angela into danger of losing their lives...and their immortal souls.

Author Biography

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.

Review

"Graham expertly blends a chilling history of the mansion's former residents with eerie phenomena, once again demonstrating why she stands at the top of the romantic suspense category." --Publisher's Weekly on Phantom Evil, Starred Review "An incredible storyteller."-Los Angeles Daily News "Graham wields a deftly sexy and convincing pen." -Publishers Weekly "A fast-paced and suspenseful read that will give readers chills while keeping them guessing until the end."-RT Book Reviews on Ghost Moon "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 "Eerie and atmospheric, this is not late-night reading for the squeamish or sensitive."-RT Book Reviews on Unhallowed Ground "The paranormal elements are integral to theunrelentingly suspenseful plot, the charactersare likable, the romance convincing, and, in thewake of Hurricane Katrina, Graham's atmosphericdepiction of a lost city is especially poignant."-Booklist on Ghost Walk "Graham's rich, balanced thriller sizzles with equal parts suspense, romance and the paranormal-all of it nail-biting." -Publishers Weekly on The Vision "Heather Graham will keep you in suspense until the very end." -Literary Times "Mystery, sex, paranormal events. What's not to love?"-Kirkus on The Death Dealer

Review Quote

"The paranormal elements are integral to the unrelentingly suspenseful plot, the characters are likable, the romance convincing, and, in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Graham's atmospheric depiction of a lost city is especially poignant." -Booklist on Ghost Walk

Excerpt from Book

Jackson Crow sat staring at the pile of dossiers before him. This was his first meeting with the man on the other side of the desk: Adam Harrison, white haired, dignified, slim and a taste for designer suits. The office was modest, nicely appointed, but far from opulent. Plate-glass windows looked over row houses in Alexandria, Virginia, and other companies with shared space in the building had names such as Brickell and Sons, Attorneys-at-Law, Chase Real Estate and B. K. Blake, Criminal Investigation. Adam had just handed him the folders. "Jackson, do you have any idea of why you're here?" He'd returned to his old Behavioral Science Unit in D.C. to discover that he was being given a new assignment. His leave of absence, it seemed, was somehow permanent. His last assignment, despite the excellent work done by him and his colleagues, had ended with three of them being dead. Yet if it hadn't been for his intuition, two other fellow agents might have died as well. Local police had not responded to the call sent out, and there was no way to blame himself. Naturally, he did. Maybe the empathy of his superiors had caused them to give him a new assignment, in a different place--behind a desk. He'd heard things about Adam Harrison. He'd worked solo over the years--and for the government where the government could not act officially. Adam went in where others did not. It wasn't because of extreme danger. Rather, it might be considered that he went in because of extreme weirdness. "No," he said simply. "First, let me assure you, you are not being let go. You will still be working for Uncle Sam," Adam told him. "The assignments will come from me, but you'll be heading up the team. A new team." A cushy job somewhere behind a desk that didn't involve serial killers, kidnapping or bodies discovered beneath concrete. Jackson wasn't sure how he felt; numb, perhaps. "Take a look at this." He hadn't had a chance to look at the files yet, but Adam now handed him a month-old New Orleans newspaper bearing the headline Wife of Senator David Hol-loway Dies from Fall into Courtyard. He looked up at Adam. "Read the full article," Adam suggested. He read silently. Regina Holloway, the wife of beloved state Senator David Holloway, died yesterday in a fall from a balcony at their recently purchased French Quarter mansion on Dauphine Street. Six months ago, the Holloways lost their only son, Jacob, in an accident on I-10. While there is speculation that Regina cast herself over the balcony, David Holloway has strenuously denied such a possibility; his wife was doing well and coming to terms with their loss; they were planning on building a family again. The police and the coroner's office have yet to issue an official cause of death. The house, one of the grand old Spanish homes in the Quarter, was once the killing ground of the infamous Madden C. Newton, the "carpetbagger" responsible for the torture slayings of at least twenty people. Less than ten years ago, a teenager who had broken into the then-empty house also perished in a fall; the coroner's office ruled his death accidental. The alleged drug dealer had raced into the vacant house to elude police. An uneasy feeling swept over Jackson, but he calmly set the newspaper back on the desk and looked at Adam Harrison. "That's a tragic story," he said. "It sounds likely that the poor woman did commit suicide, and the senator is in denial. I'm afraid I've seen other instances in which a woman could not accept the loss of her child." "Many people are insistent that the house is haunted," Adam said. "And that a ghost committed this murder?" Jackson asked. He leaned forward in his chair. "I'm not at all sure I believe in ghosts, Adam. And if they did exist, wouldn't they be things of mist and imagination? Hardly capable of tossing a woman over a balcony." "The senator has friends in high places, though he's still only a state senator. He absolutely insists that his wife did not commit suicide," Adam said. "Does he suspect murder?" Jackson asked. "The house was locked, no lower windows were open, and the gate to the courtyard was locked as well." "Someone could have crawled over the wall or gotten through the gate," Jackson suggested. Adam nodded. "That's possible, of course. But no witnesses have come forward in the past month to suggest that such a thing might have happened. The death was determined to be a suicide fairly quickly. Are you familiar with the city of New Orleans, the French Quarter or Vieux Carre, specifically?" An ironic smile curled Jackson's features. "Land of vampires, ghosts, voodoo and fantasy. But some of the world's best cooking, and some truly great music, too." "All right then. You work in behavioral science. Don't you agree that people's beliefs can create actions and reactions?" "Yes, of course. Son of Sam... Berkowitz believed that howling dogs were demons commanding him to kill. Or, it was a damn good defense." "Always a skeptic," Adam said. "And yet you're not really, are you?" Now, Adam smiled. "I am a skeptic, yes. Am I open to possibility? Yes," Jackson said carefully. "You know, both of your parents were amazing believers," Adam reminded him. Jackson hesitated. Yes, they had been believers, both of them, always believing in a higher power, and it didn't matter what path someone took to that power. Jeremiah Crow had been born a member of the Cheyenne Nation, although his ancestry had been so mixed God alone knew exactly what it was. He had loved the spiritualism of his People, and his mother had loved it as well. Nominally Anglican, his mother had once told him that religion wasn't bad; it was meant to be very good. Men corrupted religion; and a man's religious choice didn't matter in the least if it was his path to decency and remembering his fellow man. But his maternal grandmother had come from the Highlands of Scotland, and her tales of witches and pixies and ghosts had filled his childhood. Maybe that's why it had been while he was in the Highlands, and not on his Native American dream quest, that he had found himself in a position to question life and death and eternity, and all that fell in between. "You're here because you are the perfect man for this team, Jackson," Adam said. "You're not going to refuse to investigate what seems like the impossible, but you're also not going to assume a ghost is the culprit." "All right. So you want me to go to New Orleans and find out exactly why this woman died? You do realize there's a good chance that, no matter what the husband wants to believe, she committed suicide." "Here's the thing, Jackson, most people will believe that she committed suicide. It is the most obvious answer. But I want the truth. Senator Holloway has given his passion to many critical committees in our country. He has made things happen often when the rest of the country sits around twiddling its collective thumbs. He is a man who can weigh the economy and the environment, and come up with solutions. He wants the truth. He's young in politics, barely forty, and if he doesn't bury himself in grief, he will continue to serve the American people with something our politicians have lacked heavily in the past fifty years--complete integrity. People in Washington need him, and I'm asking that you lead the group." "If it's my assignment, I'll take it on." Jackson paused. "But...do I really need a unit?" "I believe so. I'm giving you a group to dispel or perhaps prove the existence of ghosts in the house. They all have their expertise as investigators as well." He was quiet, and Adam continued, "When several members of your last unit were killed, you got to the ranch house quickly enough to save Lawson and Do-natello. No one knew where the Pick-Man was killing his victims. No one knew that he had arranged for your agents to be at the ranch house." Jackson felt his jaw lock, and despite the time he had taken for leave, he swallowed hard. They'd lost good agents. Among them Sally Jennings, forty-five, experienced, and yet vulnerable no matter how many years of service she had seen. He'd felt that he'd seen Sally; dreamed that he'd seen her, standing there at the house. And it had been that dream that had brought him to the ranch house, and there he had discovered that she had been the first to die. "I shot the Pick-Man," he said. "He's dead." "That was the only chance Lawson and Donatello had, since, had he seen you before you warned him and fired to kill, he'd have put that pick through Donatel-lo's chest," Adam said. "Trust me, I've watched you for years, Jackson. I actually knew your parents." That was surprising. Adam might well have known about the event when Jackson had been riding near Stirling, Scotland, and been thrown. His friends had gone on, thinking that he had left them; that he'd won the race and the bet. He'

Details ISBN0778313182 Author Heather Graham Short Title PHANTOM EVIL Publisher Mira Books Language English ISBN-10 0778313182 ISBN-13 9780778313182 Media Book DEWEY FIC Series Krewe of Hunters Year 2012 Publication Date 2012-03-27 Series Number 1 Place of Publication Don Mills Country of Publication Canada Pages 368 Format Paperback Imprint Mira Books Audience General We've got this

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