The Resurrectionist. Sierra Woods

The Resurrectionist - Sierra  Woods


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       “The only person I trust to protect you is me. Don’t ever forget that, Dani.”

      I held his gaze. “Why is that?” Taking a chance, I placed my hands on Sam’s face, wanting to connect with this warrior. I wanted to know what went on inside him, what made him so fierce.

      “Why only you?”

      Terror filled him. I felt it throb into my hands, and I almost pulled away, the feelings were so intense. Something had happened to him. He’d never forgotten it and never forgiven himself.

      “Listen to me, Dani. I’m the only one who can protect you. We’re connected like never before.”

      He couldn’t put it into words any better than I could, but I knew what he meant.

      “The Resurrectionist is a wildly sexy thriller that breathes new life into the paranormal genre. Literally.” —New York Times bestselling author Darynda Jones

      SIERRA WOODS grew up in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains where folklore, mysteries and superstition surrounded everyday life. Sierra’s interest in the paranormal began in her childhood and hasn’t stopped yet. Today she works in health care, where interesting and unusual situations may be taken and used in her fiction writing.

      She lives in New Mexico, in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains. If you’d like to drop Sierra a line, she’d love to hear from you at [email protected].

       The Resurrectionist

       Sierra Woods

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Dear Reader,

      Thank you for picking up The Resurrectionist. The world of the paranormal has been a favorite of mine for many years. I still have the original copy of Dracula that I read when I was in eighth grade. Another important area of my life has been about doing the right thing. In this book I have combined the two into a story about justice for victims who can no longer speak for themselves. I hope that you enjoy the way I have created this world and I would love to hear from you!

      Sierra Woods

      This book is dedicated to the victims of crime who can no longer speak for themselves.

      The inspiration for this book was yet another news story about a murder for which the motivation was pitiful. I so wanted there to be justice for this victim whose killer was caught in just a few days.

      My wish is that all victims find justice for crimes committed against them.

      Resurrectionists are a breed all their own. Some are born into it, some are called into it and some are murdered into it. Resurrectionists have been a constant presence on the earth plane since humanity learned right from wrong. During ancient times, superstitions forced resurrectionists to remain hidden, secretive and fiercely protective of their rituals. Over the centuries, superstition battled religious fervor, and resurrectionists remained underground.

      Teachings passed from one generation to another, then the information was destroyed for the safety of all. Zombies and witches took much of the blame for the good deeds of resurrectionists, who only sought to right the wrongs humans committed against one another. With no support for their efforts, resurrectionists stayed hidden.

      In this century, technology, the Age of Aquarius and an opening in global consciousness have enabled a few gifted resurrectionists to forge new trails, bringing their fight for justice into the light.

      Albuquerque, NM

      September

      Office of Dani Wright, Resurrectionist

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dear Reader

       Dedication

       Epigraph

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Extract

       Copyright

      “I’m not going to have to walk around with a bullet wound in my forehead forever, am I?” Betsy Capella looked at me, her eyes not quite focused. After being deceased and in cold storage for nearly a year, it was understandable. The senses take a little while to warm up and remember what they’re supposed to do.

      “I don’t think so. It should


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