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Second in the series, this book is another erotic, sensual paranormal romance by Calinda B and includes lots
of out of this world connecting, thrills, excitement and adventure. Be sure to
read A Wicked Awakening and get caught up!
Summary: Cam Tyson’s just an ordinary guy, living an ordinary life, pursuing the things that he loves – rock climbing, his ex-girlfriend, kayaking, his ex-girlfriend, river surfing, his ex-girlfriend…oh, and did I say his ex-girlfriend? The guy’s lovesick with his ex, even though she, well, she glimmers like a set of Christmas lights when she gets turned on and she’s out dancing in the cosmos somewhere. That’s a real mind bender for Cam because he only believes in the here and now and Planet Earth, baby. Leave the paranormal to the freaks and weirdoes.
So, while he’s tracking his “Wish She was Still My Girlfriend Ex” like a prowling alley cat, what the heck kind of creature is tracking him? He’d really like to know. Was it the same creature that made the radio-active, green-glowing gash down his thigh and leers at him from secret places? His best bud Mano says it’s a star dreamling. Now that’s weird!
And what about these freakish, red-eyed bat swirling nightmares he keeps having? Until recently, his dreams were always considered the kind of stuff you pitched when you took out the trash. Did the psycho-bitch he dated a while back forget to take her meds? She’s stalking him with Zombie like intensity in his dreams and scaring the Bejeezus out of him. And quite frankly, as a result of all these crazy encounters with phenomena he doesn’t believe in, he’s starting to become un-hinged.
When Cam decides to face this supernatural freak-fest, the Tilt-a-Whirl reality begins. His life takes on the white-knuckle intensity that only an adrenaline junkie can appreciate. And while his heart may say he’s on the right path, his mind keeps telling him to stop believing in the paranormal…because it just doesn’t exist. Right….
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Then Cam noticed more movement in the brush next to the river. He looked at the
other side. Same as when they were heading down the trail. Two shapes were
staying in sync with their movements.
“What’s wrong?” Chérie asked, catching his head movement.
“I think we’ve got company again. Good thing we’re in the river and whatever it
is out there is on land.”
Chérie looked to the right and left. She became alarmed. “Cam…what do you think
“Don’t be scared, babe. You know there are tons of critters out there. Could be
coons, like I said, or even bears…”
“Yeah, but we’re moving pretty swiftly down the river. Those shapes are keeping
up with us. I don’t think a raccoon could move that fast. And the bear would
have to be running. The rustling in the trees doesn’t look like a big clumsy
bear tearing up the woods.”
Cam looked to the right and left. “Good point… Tell you what…up ahead where that
spruce is the river slows down a bit. Let’s paddle hard up to there. Then flip a
180 and stop.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea…to stop…? What if the things out there can
“Then we’ll find out, won’t we?”
“Yeah, I guess…” Chérie said in a hesitant voice. “Okay, Cam…”
They sailed along the current. The shapes kept pace. Then, at the place Cam had
indicated, Cam and Chérie did two elegant U-turns, stopping in the center of the
river. The shapes stopped. Cam and Chérie sat still, holding their position with
their paddles, contemplating their next move.
“Cam, look out!” Chérie shrieked.
The bushes parted and two shimmers of energy, like heat waves on hot asphalt,
pulsed towards the water. Ripples then appeared in the edge of the water, moving
towards their boats.
“Move, Chérie, paddle back up the river, babe!” Cam yelled.
They paddled back up river. The shapes followed.
“Cam, I’m getting scared,” Chérie called.
“We’re going to do be okay, Chér. Turn around…now, hard turn, on the count of
three, alright? 1…2…3…”
They flipped around.
“Paddle hard, push it, Chér! We’re close to the kayak club. There are always
lots of people there. No animal would follow us there.” The hair on the back of
his neck was standing at attention. What the f**k was after them? “Look, Chér…up
there…we’re almost there.”
They both paddled swiftly down the river to the bank by the club. Cam’s friend
Tony stood along the shore. He waved and gestured for them to head over. Cam
took one look backwards to see…nothing.
“Hey, Cam, long time, no see!” Tony, a plain looking guy with a friendly
disposition, was burnt red from too much time on the river. He wore a white
t-shirt and shorts and a large brimmed hat. Reaching out, he steadied Chérie’s
kayak as she pulled the spray skirt off of the boat and pushed out of the kayak.
“Have a good run?”
“Hell, yeah!” Cam replied, unfastening his helmet and peeling off his life vest
and drysuit. “Love that run. Say, Tony…did you see anything in the woods when we
came down the river...or in the water? An animal or something?”
“Not a thing…” Tony answered, pulling Chérie’s boat out of the water. “I’ve been
watching the water for a few, wondering when you’d get here. Didn’t see
anything. Now, sorry to rush you guys, but I’ve just got a few before I have to
help some people get set up for a rafting trip. Let’s shuttle you back to your
car.” He hoisted both kayaks into the back of his pick-up truck and opened up
the passenger door. “Chérie, we’re about to turn you into a tasty ‘manwich’.” He
winked at her before heading towards the driver’s door.
“After you,” Cam said, holding the door open and gesturing to Cheerio with his
hand. Cam slipped in beside her and slammed the door shut behind him. As they
drove back to where the Land Rover was parked, they held each other’s hands,
gripping them in silent communion and apprehension.
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