Table Of ContentDaniel returned with two frosty glasses of ice water. As the water
wet her lips, she battled what she’d been battling all day: the desire
to kiss him.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
“Yes.” But not just of the stalker. She was afraid of the constant hunger, too.
“I’ll keep you safe, Allie. I swear I will.”
“I know. I trust you.”
“If you have trouble sleeping tonight, you can come to my room.”
The glass almost slipped from her hand. “You’re inviting me to sleep with you?”
“Not with me. Beside me. We won’t do anything.”
“We won’t?” This was the strangest conversation she’d ever had.
“No. I mean, we can control our urges.” He searched her expression. “Right?”
Did he need to prove that they could keep their relationship at a no-sex level,
even if they shared the same bed? Was that why he’d made the offer? Or was he
truly worried about her being alone, steeped in stalker nightmares? She
suspected it was a combination of both.
Dear Reader,
This story has been a long time coming. Allie Whirlwind and Daniel Deer
Runner appeared in Never Look Back, my 2006 Silhouette Bombshell. Since
then, I’ve received numerous e-mails about them. Readers kept asking if their
romance was going to continue. You see, at the end of Never Look Back, Allie
had just sent her former lover to the Apache Underworld, and Daniel, the
WARRIOR SOCIETY member who saved her life, was awakening from a
coma.
So here it is….
Imminent Affair.
For those of you who remember Allie and Daniel, this book is for you. For those
of you who haven’t met them yet, this book is also for you. Within the pages of
Imminent Affair, Allie and Daniel enter a new phase of their lives. Dangerous,
yes, but loving, too. Which is, after all, the wonder and beauty of romantic
suspense.
Love,
Sheri WhiteFeather
SHERI WHITEFEATHER
Imminent Affair
Books by Sheri WhiteFeather
Silhouette Romantic Suspense
Mob Mistress #1469
Killer Passion #1520
Imminent Affair #1586
Silhouette Desire
Sleeping With Her Rival #1496
Cherokee Baby #1509
Cherokee Dad #1523
The Heart of a Stranger #1527
Cherokee Stranger #1563
A Kept Woman #1575
Steamy Savannah Nights #1597
Betrayed Birthright #1663
Apache Nights #1678
Expecting Thunder’s Baby #1742
Marriage of Revenge #1751
The Morning-After Proposal #1756
Silhouette Bombshell
Always Look Twice #27
Never Look Back #84
SHERI WHITEFEATHER
pens a variety of romances for Silhouette Books. She has earned several
prestigious readers’ and reviewers’ choice awards and become known for
incorporating Native American elements into her stories.
Sheri’s hobbies include decorating with antiques and shopping in thrift stores for
vintage clothes. Currently, she lives in a cowboy community in Central Valley,
California.
She loves to hear from her readers. To contact Sheri, visit her Web site at
www.SheriWhiteFeather.com.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 1
A
llie Whirlwind couldn’t breathe. The air in her lungs wouldn’t expel. She felt
as if someone were sitting on her chest, forcing her to relive a nightmare.
Only this nightmare didn’t involve her serial killer mother or her psychic
sister or the ghost of her father. It didn’t involve Raven, either. Her former
shape-shifter lover had moved on to the underworld, to an Apache place that
rivaled heaven.
And now Allie was in hell.
While she’d been at work, someone had come into her loft and trashed her
bedroom. Just moments ago, she’d opened the door and encountered the
gruesome sight.
Her sheets had been slashed. The canopy above her bed had been knifed. On
the wall nearest the window, red paint dripped like blood, with a message in the
center that said This is for Daniel.
Still struggling to breathe, she stared at the elegantly scripted letters. The
vandal had used a lovely form of calligraphy. Daniel’s name was especially
pretty.
This is for Daniel.
What was? The mock blood? The knifed anger? The whole chilling scene?
Was Daniel in danger? Panicked, she reached for the phone and dialed his
cell.
He answered on the second ring, apparently recognizing her number from
caller ID. “Hey, Allie.”
The air in her lungs finally whooshed out. He was the man she loved, but she
The air in her lungs finally whooshed out. He was the man she loved, but she
didn’t have the courage to tell him. As far as he knew, she simply regarded him
as a friend. But that was all he considered her, too. He didn’t remember that
deeper feelings had developed between them. Daniel Deer Runner had
retrograde amnesia.
“Allie?” he addressed her again, filling the silence.
“I’m so glad you’re all right,” she said.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m on a break at work.” He paused for a second.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
She bit back a rush of tears. “Someone slashed up my bedroom and used red
paint that looks like blood. They left a message that said they did it for you.”
His voice went anxiety-ridden gruff. “Someone? Someone who?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you call the police?”
“Yes.” She’d done that right away.
“Good. Stay put, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Oh, thank God, she thought. He was coming over. They hung up, and she
waited in the living room, with Christmas decorations twinkling in every corner.
This was Allie’s favorite time of year.
Clinging to her holiday spirit, she lit some cookie-scented candles, hoping
that Daniel would get there before the LAPD.
No such luck.
The police arrived in record time. Most local cops knew her, or at least knew
of her. She was even friends with some of the Special Sections homicide
detectives. But these detectives were unfamiliar, and that did little to steady her
nerves. Being the daughter of a serial killer made Allie and her sister
uncomfortably famous. Not only was their mother a murderer, she was a black
magic witch, and in their culture, witchcraft was evil. The question, “Are you a
good witch or a bad witch?” didn’t apply. But at least Mom was in prison now,
