by Yasmine Galenorn
336 pages
October 27th 2015 by Jove
Kerris Fellwater is summoned back to Whisper Hollow, Washington, her home town and the place she ran away from 15 years ago. Now that she’s back she’s inherited her grandmother’s house—and her gift. As a spirit shaman, it’s her responsibility to drive the dead back to their graves, because around Whisper Hollow, people—and secrets—don’t always stay buried.
But after a hidden trunk in the attic throws her life into chaos, Kerris is forced to re-examine the disappearance of her mother all those years ago. Because now it looks like she might have been murdered. With the help of her mysterious and brooding neighbor Bryan, she begins to unravel the mystery of her mother’s disappearance, and in doing so, unearths a dark force seeking to bury Whisper Hollow. Now she must work with the dead, rather than against them, because their enemy will do whatever she can to destroy the town, and she means to start with Kerris...
“You have a problem with that?” He stood beside me, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
I considered his question. I’d been brought up to fear Skinwalkers, Native American shapeshifters. And I knew that various forms of shape changers existed—under one name or another. Truth was, shapeshifters were a worldwide phenomenon. And there were differing tribes and clans of them, all with their own unique abilities. Some were as evil as they came, others not at all. My immediate reaction was concern, but I pushed it aside as I remembered him jumping between Diago and me, knocking the spirit aside.
And then . . . there are the shapeshifters who guard the spirit shamans . . . The thought wouldn’t quit running through my mind.
“You saved my life, Bryan.” I gazed up at him, my voice soft. “You could have let him attack me . . . feed off me, but you didn’t. You exposed what you are in order to save me. And for that, I will forever be grateful. So, no, I don’t have a problem with it. I’d like to know more, though. I’d like to understand you better.”
He was suddenly sitting beside me, searching my face with a question I couldn’t quite place. But the energy had thickened between us, and I couldn’t look away from him.
“If you understand me better, it means you let me step into your world, Kerris. It means you open the door, knowing that once I come in, I won’t be leaving. There are consequences for that, and not all of my own making.” His voice was husky and I realized his face was mere inches away from mine.
As if in a dream, feeling like I was falling over the edge of a cliff willingly, I whispered, “I think I’ve already dragged you in.”
But after a hidden trunk in the attic throws her life into chaos, Kerris is forced to re-examine the disappearance of her mother all those years ago. Because now it looks like she might have been murdered. With the help of her mysterious and brooding neighbor Bryan, she begins to unravel the mystery of her mother’s disappearance, and in doing so, unearths a dark force seeking to bury Whisper Hollow. Now she must work with the dead, rather than against them, because their enemy will do whatever she can to destroy the town, and she means to start with Kerris...
AUTUMN THORNS Excerpt 3
Speaking of . . . I glanced at Bryan, who was regarding me quietly. “Shapeshifter, huh?” So that was why he had used the word clan when talking about his father.“You have a problem with that?” He stood beside me, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
I considered his question. I’d been brought up to fear Skinwalkers, Native American shapeshifters. And I knew that various forms of shape changers existed—under one name or another. Truth was, shapeshifters were a worldwide phenomenon. And there were differing tribes and clans of them, all with their own unique abilities. Some were as evil as they came, others not at all. My immediate reaction was concern, but I pushed it aside as I remembered him jumping between Diago and me, knocking the spirit aside.
And then . . . there are the shapeshifters who guard the spirit shamans . . . The thought wouldn’t quit running through my mind.
“You saved my life, Bryan.” I gazed up at him, my voice soft. “You could have let him attack me . . . feed off me, but you didn’t. You exposed what you are in order to save me. And for that, I will forever be grateful. So, no, I don’t have a problem with it. I’d like to know more, though. I’d like to understand you better.”
He was suddenly sitting beside me, searching my face with a question I couldn’t quite place. But the energy had thickened between us, and I couldn’t look away from him.
“If you understand me better, it means you let me step into your world, Kerris. It means you open the door, knowing that once I come in, I won’t be leaving. There are consequences for that, and not all of my own making.” His voice was husky and I realized his face was mere inches away from mine.
As if in a dream, feeling like I was falling over the edge of a cliff willingly, I whispered, “I think I’ve already dragged you in.”
GIVEAWAY
Witchling
Book 1 
Changeling
Book 2 
Darkling
Book 3 
Dragon Wytch
Book 4 
Night Huntress
Book 5 
Demon Mistress
Book 6 
Bone Magic
Book 7 
Harvest Hunting
Book 8 
Blood Wyne
Book 9 
Courting Darkness
Book 10 
Shaded Vision
Book 11 
Shadow Rising
Book 12 
Haunted Moon
Book 13 
Autumn Whispers
Book 14 
Crimson Veil
Book 15 
Priestess Dreaming
Book 16 
