The Whisper Cape Trilogy by Susan Griscom
Whisper Cape (Book 1)
Publication Date: October 10, 2011
A Steamy Paranormal Romance/Suspense
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A powerful woman, an extraordinary man, and a maniac who wants to destroy them. Fate has brought them together, but will it make them stronger or destroy them all in end?
Escape to a world where the impossible becomes possible and sparks ignite.
WHISPER CAPE is a town of secrets and Addison MacKenna soon becomes tangled in a web of them. Plagued with nightmares of her father's sudden and brutal death, Addie struggles with her anguish and refuses to believe his demise was accidental.
Fighting to shake off one of those devastating early morning nightmares, Addison finds it even harder to escape from the vision of a man lying on the side of the road–a man she may have just killed. When she frantically tries to locate him, he seemingly disappears, just the beginning of strange occurrences in her life. She also cannot ignore the weird sensations in her own body. Suddenly, the impossible seems possible, but is that a blessing or a curse?
Believing that her continual and worsening nightmares are both the key to her own new abilities and the clue to her father's death, Addie knows she will not rest until she has the answers she craves. As she strives to cope with her new remarkable talents, someone else learns of her abilities–a disgruntled maniacal psychopath with his own agenda that involves eliminating Addie. The only one who can protect her, instruct her in the use of her powers and teach her how to destroy the murderous monster is the same man who makes Addie's heart race and her blood heat with passion. The same man she'd left for dead.
Cael Sheridan may be arrogant and mysterious but he's also undeniably gorgeous. A member of a secret society, he is sworn to protect the woman he believes to be the daughter of his recently murdered mentor. In the process, he finds it impossible to resist her magnetic sensuality, complicating his efforts to shield and guide her as she learns to manage her newly acquired skills. At the same time, Addison has much to teach him about trust and commitment. Will fate win in the end? You be the judge.
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Reflections (Whisper Cape book 2)
Publication Date: October 8, 2012
Book 2 in the Steamy Paranormal Romance/Suspense, Whisper Cape Series
What if you heard a voice whispering warnings while you coped with a frightening pregnancy?
Knowing the future has its advantages…or does it?
Can love survive the reflections and memories lost?
Welcome to Maia's world.
Gerry has loved Maia from the very first moment he laid eyes on her and now that she's pregnant with his child, he's over the moon with happiness. Likewise, Maia is overjoyed about having Gerry's baby, but when she starts seeing and hearing an old woman who warns Maia about the pregnancy, Maia starts to think she is losing her mind. But Maia's nightmare has only just begun…
A beautiful woman, the talented lead singer in an up and coming rock band, sets her sights on Gerry determined to rekindle an old flame. But murder befalls the sleepy town of Whisper Cape once again, creating suspicion and betrayal, and a love once considered invincible, begins to crumble and fall apart.
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A Secret Fate (Whisper Cape book 3)
Released Date: October 31, 2013
“Well, fate was cruel, wasn't it?”
Cael and Addison’s fate has taken an unexpected turn.
Gerry, Addie and Cael almost captured Careen’s murderer only to lose Cael in the battle—a battle that nearly cost him his life. But despite his survival, he faces a new challenge, thanks to Gerry's handiwork: will Cael remember Addie or is their love lost with him?
Addie’s family and friends think she should keep the relationship a secret from Cael so he isn't forced into feelings he can't remember. Just what she needs, more secrets and on top of everything else, someone stole the crystal. How is she supposed to get over the loss of her lover, a lover she'd barely had for only a few short months and deal with the secret of the lost crystal at the same time?
Aiden wants nothing more than to help Addie overcome her grief and get over Cael. Or is that all he wants? What happens when too many people know the secret and someone slips up?
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I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania, spending most of my time daydreaming or playing around in the mud. I grew out of the mud play, well, most of the time, a good soak in the mud is always fun. I still daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play—a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course. I'm pretty sure it was the acting.
I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and edgy.
My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot as does an steamy contemporary romantic suspense.
Excerpt from Whisper Cape:
Forgetting everything except her, he wanted her with a fierceness he had never experienced before. She moaned softly as she tangled her fingers in his hair while his tongue glided down her neck. She shivered as he kissed her softly.
“God, you smell delicious,” he said, pulling her jacket aside as his lips and tongue skimmed down her collarbone. “Addison, I want you so much.” He brought his face back up, covering her mouth with his. As he tasted her, he sensed her soul, the intensity so arousing he was losing control. Forcing himself to stop, he lingered at the spot under her earlobe.
“Not here.” His voice was husky, his breath ragged. “Let’s go back to the house before we have an X-rated scene on the beach.”
They’d barely made it in the house before he was pulling her to him again, covering her with more hot kisses. As they struggled to get their jackets off, Addison’s hand slipped and hit his gun. “Here, wait.” He unbuckled the holster and let it fall to the floor. They tugged at each other’s clothes with an uncontrollable frenzy. She unbuttoned his shirt, and he shrugged it off and onto the floor. His mouth came down on hers hard and she wrapped her arms around his waist, her fingers pressing into his back. He tugged her top up and she lifted her arms as he pulled her blouse over her head without even unbuttoning it.
He kissed her neck, brushing fluttering little kisses down to her shoulder. “God, Addison, you’re doing some major damage to my self-control. Since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve dreamed of this. You’re so sexy. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
He cupped her breast in his hand and covered her mouth again with his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moaned, and he scooped her up, cradling her in his arms as he carried her upstairs.
He laid her on the bed and stretched out on top of her, kissing her lips then her neck, grazing her throat with his teeth, his tongue tasting the salt from the ocean breeze still lingering on her skin.
“You’re making me crazy. I can’t breathe, Cael.” Her breath warm on his neck, she ran her nails down his back, trembling beneath him.
He started to move away, fearful of crushing her. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, don’t move, stay. I want to feel your body on mine.” She pulled him tight, her heart pounding against his, as need had his breath catching in his lungs.
Cael turned Addison to face him. “Baby, you know I didn’t mean any of those things I said.”
“Then why did you say them?”
“Because I’m an idiot. I thought I’d be able to protect you better if we weren’t involved. After reading your dad’s letter, I started thinking about everything. Addison, I can’t teleport you away from danger when I'm sexually aroused and I was frightened for you.”
“Oh. Well, as you so nastily pointed out, I do have my own powers and I’m learning more about them every day. I think I can defend myself. I don’t need you to be frightened for me, or to protect me.”
She turned to walk away and he took her by the arm, tugging her around the nearest corner. Within seconds, they were in the bedroom at the beach house. He backed her up against the wall with his hands on her shoulders.
“You have no idea what could happen.”
The shock of the abruptness of their travel caused Addison to drop her packages and she raised her arms, shoving her hands against his chest.
“Addison, you can’t possibly believe I meant any of that. It’s all about your safety.”
“My safety, because of my father.”
He searched her eyes. “You know it’s more than that, and you’d be damn stupid to think otherwise. You know I care about you.”
She shoved at him, but he didn’t budge. “Then call me stupid. You don’t need to care anymore. I can take care of myself.”
He grabbed her arms, held them above her head, pinning her back to the wall. “Fuck this, Addison. I will not apologize for caring about you.”
His body pressed hard against her so that she was unable to move.
“Let me go, you’re hurting me.”
“No, I’m not, and I never will, not intentionally.”
You hurt me, her mind screamed, and he flinched, feeling the pain that emanated from her thoughts.
“I'm sorry. You need to know that. Believe that.”
His lips were inches from hers and he felt the heat. He swung her around, shoved her to the bed, then stretched out on top of her. Still pinning her arms above her head, he nipped at her neck.
“I care about you, Addison. God, I care about you so much and I want you so bad.” Then his mouth covered hers hard, possessively, his free hand roaming over her trembling body. Pushing up the skirt and tugging down her panties, his fingers searched and found her warm and wet. Her moans ignited his already sizzling blood. “Scary bad,” he whispered, as he slipped her blouse and bra up to expose her breasts before tasting them.
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and shoved them down with his free hand. With her skirt yanked up to her waist and her arms still pinned above her head, Addison let him take her. He thrust into her hard; she opened to him, moved, and rose with him.
“I care about you. Damn it, I care,” he said as he drove himself inside her. He released her arms, she cried out his name, and the unexpected jolt of her nails digging into his back thrilled him beyond imagination as he accepted her sensuous wrath.
“Scary bad,” she huffed back in agreement. “So scary bad.”
Addison trembled under him and he felt her orgasm burst through with his like the rush of a tsunami as he floated into that all consuming swell of ecstasy.
They teleported back to his beach house and Addie concentrated on managing the flow of the sparks she could emit from her fingers. After thirty minutes of pounding stream after stream into the stone fireplace, she gained control over the intensity of the current and Cael thought it might be time for her to try something new.
“I want you to hit me with some sparks.”
“No. I might hurt you.”
“No you won't. I can take it. Just try a small one to start.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I need to know the impact.”
“There must be another way, Cael. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He laughed. “I’m sure you won’t hurt me.”
“Shouldn’t we go in the kitchen just in case, close to the faucet?”
He stood close to the sink, arms at his sides, hands fisted. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Addie took aim.
“Wait!” he said, putting his hands up in front of him, palms toward her.
“I’m left-handed so go for my right arm … just a little spark, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll try. Ready?”
“Yes. No! Wait.” He removed his shirt and set it on the counter. “No sense ruining a good shirt. Okay, I’m ready.”
“This is a bad idea.” Addie closed her eyes; veins warmed in her wrists and hands as the surge of sparks bolted from her fingertips. Her eyelids sprang open when she heard Cael scream and she watched in horror as he flew back, slammed into the counter, and then slumped to the floor, clutching his shoulder. Her aim was off and the stream had gone high, hitting him below his collarbone.
“Holy shit! Cael, are you okay?”
“Why did you close your eyes? You were supposed to send a small spark to my arm. Not a nuclear blast to my shoulder.” He rolled his shoulder and winced as the three-inch gash oozed blood.
“I told you this was a bad idea.” She grabbed a towel from the drawer and dabbed at the wound. “This looks deep.”
“Check upstairs, maybe Tom keeps a first-aid kit in the bathroom.”
“Here, hold this on it.”
Upstairs, Addie searched the bathroom. In her frenzy, she dumped the contents of a drawer onto the floor. Rummaging through it, she found nothing to help, not even a band-aid. She ran to the hall closet only to find sheets and blankets. She grabbed a couple of sheets, went to the bedroom closet, spied a box with a red cross on the top, and grabbed it. She ran back downstairs to find Cael slouched on the floor, his eyes closed, his face pale, and a puddle of blood pooling beneath him.
Addie raced to his side, removed the towel from his shoulder, and using one of the sheets, dabbed some blood away to get a better look. She had to stop the bleeding or he would die. There were no neighbors, no phone—not even a car to take him to a hospital.
“Damn it, Cael, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Please, wake up. Tell me what to do.”
He opened his eyes. “I’m awake, try to stop the bleeding.” He closed his eyes again, wincing at the pain.
She bunched a section of the sheet up, placing it on the wound, and pressed hard, hoping to stop the bleeding. “Can you teleport us to a hospital?”
“I don’t think I …” His eyes rolled up and his body went limp.
“Don’t you die on me! Please don’t die. I need you. Please, please stop bleeding, you can’t die! Not now. Not when I …
“I love you.”
Excerpt from Reflections:
She walked closer to him, lowered her gaze to his chest and put her hand there, her fingers toying with the button on his shirt. “I wanted to see if there was anything still there. Still here.” She ran her finger in a circle around the spot on his chest where his heart was. “Between us.” She looked back up into his eyes. “And … I can see in your eyes, that maybe with a little coaxing …”
“You’re wrong so don’t flatter yourself, Reenie; you should have your eyes checked. I’m in love with Maia.”
“Yes, well, you’re not married to the woman, are you?”
Married? Gerry hadn’t thought about it. Married? No, he’d never been the marrying kind. Did that make him an uncaring man, considering Maia was pregnant? Did it mean he loved Maia any less? That was something he should think about—later. “No. I’m not.”
Placing her hand on his shoulder, she slid her tongue over her bottom lip. “Well, then, what’s to stop you from having a little fun with me? Do you still own the sexy little silk boxers I so enjoyed seeing you in?”
“No. I don’t.” Did he? He wasn’t sure. Underwear was underwear, not something he gave much thought to. Like marriage.
“I still have the little silk number you gave me. Ahhh … we had such good times back then, didn’t we?” Not waiting for a response from Gerry, she went on. “I’ve been thinking about you for such a long time. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought of me, Gerry. Do you remember what you said to me when I left? You said you didn’t think you’d ever forget me, or even could forget me.”
“No, what I said was I didn’t think I’d ever forget what you did to me.”
Excerpt from A Secret Fate:
Days began to run together. Addie lost track of how many. She’d slept most of the day today, not unlike all the other days recently. Nowhere she wanted to go. Nothing she wanted to do. Sleep was an escape as long as she didn’t have a nightmare, but lately she dreamed of Cael most times. Unfortunately, he didn’t remember her in any of those dreams. Too much like real life.
Addie watched particles of dust float within the ray of light coming in through the window as the sun began its slow descent into the horizon. Like most things, cleaning house was not a high priority. Glancing at the kitchen, she considered making some coffee when the faint knock on the door jolted her. Addie didn’t know why it surprised her. She’d been expecting another visit from Darcy or Maia. What she hadn’t expected when she opened the door was Aiden. Aiden was Gerry’s best friend growing up and best man at his and Maia’s wedding a few weeks ago. Aiden had come by a couple of days after Cael’s disappearance to check on her, offering coffee and donuts, but Addie had been rude. Very rude, she remembered. He hadn’t been back since.
She sighed. “Why are you here?” Still rude, she thought, but wasn’t sure she cared.
“Came to see how you are. They say you haven’t left here since the wedding.” His voice dripped with the same thickly coated Scottish accent Gerry possessed.
Addie shot him a dagger-riddled glance. “Yes, I have,” she stated defensively. “I went to …” She hesitated and thought about the place where she’d last seen Cael and cried, begging him to hear her thoughts again and come home. Her voice shaky and raw, she tried to finish the sentence, “…to the spot where …”
“The spot where your boyfriend disappeared,” Aiden finished for her.
She turned away from him, trying desperately to keep the well of tears in check at the memory. “Yeah, and what business is it of yours, anyway?” God, Addie, the man’s only trying to be nice.
“None, I guess.” Aiden rubbed his chin, looked around the living room. She followed his eyes as they swept over the furniture, taking in the chairs and marble-topped coffee table. Then his brilliant blue gaze traveled to the all-too-comfortable deep-red leather sofa where she and Cael enjoyed many pleasant conversations as well as some steamy sexual encounters while taking in the heat from the large rustic fireplace. Aiden meandered his way through the entry, his gaze lingering on the massive window spanning the entire wall, and the breathtaking view of the ocean. His eyes glanced briefly up the stairs before settling back on hers. “This is a nice place you have. I can see why you might want to hole up here and hide for a while.”
“I’m not hiding,” she shot back at him, not meaning to sound so curt. Lowering her voice a tad she added, “I’m … adjusting.”
He nodded. “Aye, I see that you are.” He reached out, took a strand of her hair that hung annoyingly in her face between his thumb and finger, slid them to the end. She flinched at the gentle gesture. “You look thin. When did you eat last?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, I ate …” she had to think about that. When did she last eat? “Um … recently.” Addie frowned, pissed that she couldn’t think of a good reason not to be nice to him. He was only trying to help.
He nodded again. “I, uh … was on my way home from Manny’s grocery store. I saw the smoke from the chimney and thought I’d stop in. I have a couple of steaks in the car. I wouldn’t mind sharing … if you want.”
Her stomach grumbled at the mention of the steaks and she placed her hand over the traitorous organ in an attempt to cover up the rumble. Maybe she was hungry, but having Aiden in for dinner was not going to happen. She was certain to find something in the kitchen to fix. Maybe. There had to be some leftovers from the last time Maia brought her something to eat.
Aiden grinned at her. “Your stomach seems to like the idea of food.”
Something about Aiden tickled her. He always seemed a little shy, but not, if that made any sense. He was full of charm but unpretentious. That was it. He was pretty hot for an older guy too. Okay, he wasn’t that old and he wasn’t as gorgeous as Cael. Addie caught herself comparing the two; well, maybe, but in a different way. Her mind rambled on with the strangest thoughts lately. It must be because she hadn’t been taking very good care of herself.
Aiden swiped his hand through his shoulder-length dark hair similar to the way Cael always did. Addie shook her head. “No. I …” she glanced at the kitchen. “I have dinner. I … I’m sure of it.” Why was she having such a hard time talking? “I mean, I do. I do have dinner … already.”
“Right,” he said, strolling to the kitchen as if he’d been invited to stay.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Addie trailed behind him.
He stopped at the entrance, glancing around at the empty counter, the empty stove, and the dark oven. He opened the refrigerator and saw the starkness of the cold box. “Yeah. I see you have plenty to eat.”
His sarcasm exhausted her. She leaned against the doorframe, suddenly faint, unable to hold herself up.
Aiden stepped within inches of her, staring into her eyes as he propped his hand along the side of the doorframe very close to her face. She stole a quick glance at his long fingers.