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Feehan, Christine

Feehan, Christine

East Regional
Eva H. Perry Regional
Leesville Community
Middle Creek Community
Oberlin Regional
Southeast Regional
West Regional
Zebulon Community

Romance

East Regional - Romance
Eva H. Perry Regional - Romance
Holly Springs Community - Romance
Leesville Community - Romance
Middlecreek Community - Romance
Oberlin Regional - Romance
Southeast Regional - Romance
West Regional - Romance
Zebulon Community - Romance

"Sometimes things just go south and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Gideon Eagle Carpenter eased his body back slowly until he was entirely prone, linked his fingers behind his head and stared up at the stars. This was San Francisco. Viewing stars wasnt always easy because fog liked to creep in at night, at least where he was located. He was on the roof of the four-story, wedged shaped original warehouse made of red bricks that rose like a monstrosity to stand out among all the cool newer concrete and steel warehouses surrounding it. Considering the building was the only one on the street to survive the 1906 earthquake and fires and was still standing despite the city condemning it and threatening to demolish it several times, Gideon thought what others considered an eyesore was worth saving. So, he had saved it. Mostly, for this--the rooftop. He had used every penny of his share of money and then some in order to see to it that the best of the best ensured the old building would withstand anything thrown at it for the next hundred years. Yeah, Gideon, he repeated aloud. Shit happens. You roll with it. You don't let it get to you. You come here, high in the sky, and you get rid of it. Because shit did happen in his life far too often. It had been happening since the day he was born, and he was damn sure it would continue to do so until the day he died. He'd created the mantra, found the highest place possible wherever he was, repeated that shit over and over until he made himself to just let the clouds take it all away. They had to take it away. Sometimes, like tonight, when his churning gut was in knots and the devil was riding him hard, he had to call on the universe to shoulder his shit"--

Book

Books

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9780593638682

2024-05-11T07:14:49.634Z

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Fiction

Fiction

FEEHAN

Wake County Public Libraries

East Regional
Eva H. Perry Regional
Holly Springs Community
Leesville Community
Middle Creek Community
Oberlin Regional
Southeast Regional
West Regional
Zebulon Community

9780593638682

2023

Berkley

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GhostWalker novel

GhostWalker novel|

Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
Paranormal fiction
Paranormal romance stories
Psychic ability -- Fiction
Romance fiction
San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
Thrillers (Fiction)

Ghostly game

Ghostly game / Christine Feehan

Ghostly game

Man-woman relationships
Psychic ability