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Suwannee lives in mortal fear of the swamp that borders her home. Generations of her family have been lost in the depths. Every night it calls to her, beckons her. Although her best friend Derry promises he won’t let anything ever happen to her, she wonders if she’ll ever be free of the deadly swamp’s siren song.
Michael loves the swamp with a passion, one that rivals that for his ex-wife. While she cowers in the shadow of the wetlands, he embraces it. When a vicious entity offers him an unimaginable power, he
seizes it, despite the horrible sacrifice he must make.
Before Michael can help Spirit-Mother claim Suwannee, something else from the swamp does. Derry and Michael join forces to rescue Suwannee from the horrors of Hertley’s Swamp, but will Derry be strong enough to defy his brother and save the woman he’s come to love? Customer Ratings:
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Excerpt:
Suwannee watched him drive away. As his taillights faded into the graying night, something deep in the woods screamed.
Heart pounding, Suwannee whispered, “Just a bobcat, just a bobcat,” over and over again as she shut the door and slid the security chain into place.
In bed, squeezing her legs tightly against the wonderful ache deep inside, she dreamed again.
In the heart of the jungle-like swamp, she stooped to pick something up. Heavy and oval-shaped, crusted with dirt and leaves. All around her rain fell in heavy, fat drops, soaking her in seconds. She brushed the debris from the object.
It was some sort of stone. Black as night. Smooth, weighing much more than it should have. It radiated a coldness that chilled her soul. She wanted to throw it away, but she felt compelled to clean off the other side.
Under her fingers, deep, gold-accented etchings formed. Thunderclouds obscured the sky and blocked the light, limiting her vision. She strained to make out the carving.
Eyes. A triangular nose. Deep slashes on either side. Whiskers? Was it a cat? After dislodging the last of the dirt from the top, she saw the ears and knew what it was.
A panther. Mouth open, fangs bared. Something crashed through the brush behind her, and Suwannee knew she had to run and run fast. She looped the medallion’s leather cord around her neck.
She raced through the swamp as fast as she could. Behind her, the thing chasing her growled. She risked a glance over her shoulder.
Some sort of cat, blurry and unformed, chased her. Half as tall as she was, powerful muscles rippled as the pale tan fur formed. Huge sharp teeth snapped at the air.
Suwannee lunged forward. The medallion smacked against her chest with every step.
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