Hailed as "the queen of paranormal romance" by J.R. Ward, #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan continues to amaze readers with her phenomenal novels. Now, from the author of the Dark Carpathian series, comes the newest in Christine Feehan's explosive GhostWalker series . . .
GhostWalker Wyatt Fontenot knows the price he paid for the secret military experiments that gave him his special catlike abilities. After all, he left his bayou home a healer and came back a killer. While Wyatt and his GhostWalker brother Gator may have known exactly the sort of game they were getting into, Wyatt never anticipated where it would lead - or to whom.
The swamps hold many mysteries, but few are as sinuously seductive as Le Poivre de Cayenne. The woman the locals call Pepper is every bit as enigmatic as the three little girls she's desperately trying to protect. From what, Wyatt is soon to discover. Right now Pepper needs a man like Wyatt. Passionately. But her secrets are about to take them both deeper into the bayou than either imagined -- where desire is the deadliest poison of all.
Feehan's 11th GhostWalkers paranormal (after Samurai Game) suffers from the advances of both science and fiction. When the series began in 2003, the notion of genetically enhanced soldiers was reasonably innovative. Now the premise is worn, as is the idea of a biochemical mandate for romance. GhostWalker Wyatt Fontenot swore to avoid all women save his beloved grand-m re. Then Pepper came into his life, alone with the toddler she fiercely protects. Like him, they have enhancements; his are feline, theirs are phylum. Pepper was trained to ensnare men and kill them with her bite. Deemed a reject and slated for execution, she escaped a hidden prison with one of three children. Rescuing the others becomes Wyatt's priority when he realizes the babies are his and Pepper's artificially concocted offspring. Feehan tells the reader about Pepper's strength, but she often reads as a victim who feels ashamed and burdensome. The constant lustiness starts out as erotic but soon grows ho-hum.