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Stella Cameron

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Book Description

Sept. 1 2010 Center Point Platinum Romance (Large Print)
Psychic master talent Sykes Millet can vanish at will, read minds and control others with hypnosis. What Sykes cannot do is escape his destiny—an ancient curse foretelling the misery his dark beauty may bring to everyone he loves.

Poppy Fortune knows all too well the burden of having paranormal talent. The supernatural world has fractured her entire family—now it's keeping at bay the one man she wants more than life.

Driven by hatred for the Millets, a killing force has attacked New Orleans. The evil Embran race has no conscience and intends to terrorize the city into submission. Sykes and Poppy must set aside old distrust and use their bonded talents to save their families, themselves…and New Orleans.

--This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.

Product Details

  • Hardcover: 383 pages
  • Publisher: Center Point; Lrg edition (Sept. 1 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1602858616
  • ISBN-13: 978-1602858619
  • Product Dimensions: 3 x 14.7 x 21.4 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 567 g

Product Description

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Poppy Fortune edged through the crowd of partygoers in the spectacular St. Louis Street home of Louisiana senatorial hopeful Ward Bienville. She had just arrived—very late—but the only thing she knew for certain was that she wanted to escape again.

That was out of the question. She was there because she had to get out among people in the know. The hints and clues she needed would not be found by spending all her spare time alone or with her family.

Months earlier Poppy had made a foolish mistake but she had tried to put it right, and now, since the man whose forgiveness she wanted most despised her, she was determined to dig her way out of the mess by making herself invaluable. Poppy was set on finding a way to help solve the growing threat New Orleans faced—even if the citizens didn't seem to know its magnitude. She might not be as strong a paranormal talent as her three brothers, or some of the others they knew, but she had an unusual skill that might save all of them.

Familiar faces circulated around her, people she had seen at her family's club, Fortunes, and in photos from society events. Poppy didn't see anyone she would call a friend. She did get distant glimpses of one or two of Ward's close advisors among a tight group of people at the far end of the room.

What she did see, bursting from among the crowd, were more superalpha brain clusters than she had ever seen in one place. In fact, she had never seen more than one at a time and very few of those. Okay, maybe just one or two altogether. But she frequently located clusters of superior but lesser strengths than these, and she translated the motives that drove the host minds. Love, hate, avarice were all very common. There was a very uncommon degree of heightened stimulation in this room.

Slowly, swallowing hard to moisten her dry throat, she picked out first one, then another person with the telltale glowing chartreuse circle pulsing amid tight clumps of shocking violet spheres no bigger than fine dots. There were four superalphas, two men and two women and she didn't know any of them.

Poppy gasped.

They all had the same emotional trigger.

They were desperate. They wanted revenge and power. They wanted their own way.

They were afraid of failure.

She turned aside, breaking the intensely uncomfortable contacts. Of course there were strong-minded people present, ambitious people. After all, only those interested in shaping politics and events would come….

She was here because she and Ward Bienville had met at Fortunes, which she managed for the family, and he had behaved as if she were his personal goddess ever since. Gifts, phone calls several times a day, invitations to accompany him to faraway places and to be at his side in just about everything he did. Despite not being wildly attracted to him, Poppy was a little flattered by Ward's attention. That could be because her life felt like one big, disappointing flop.

And it made her mad. Sure, she had done something seriously wrong and come close to hurting innocent people, but she was sorry. She would never stop being sorry, but things had turned out fine for her brother Ben and Willow Millet, his Bonded partner as the Millet family referred to making a lifetime commitment. Other people got second chances so why not her? The answer made her eyes sting. The one person she really wanted to be with was unlikely ever to forgive what she had almost caused.

Ward was fun to be with, his charisma and drive fascinated her, but she wasn't falling in love with him. She wouldn't allow herself to think too hard about the man she did want. But there was another reason for her hanging around with the senatorial hopeful—she was aura sensitive and not in the simple way the uninitiated thought of the gift.

Poppy could see brain patterns like the ones that had just shocked her—but usually much more ordinary patterns. They emitted heat that created a spectrum of pulsing colors, some so brilliant they hurt her eyes.

Ward Bienville had the kind of wide circle of friends and acquaintances that brought her in contact with artists, professionals, industrialists, financiers, people with the will and capability to achieve. And among these the brain patterns were the most diverse she had seen in one place. She had even seen one or two she could not type.

Paranormals were a different matter. Poppy longed to know what their brain patterns might look like but they were either absent or not apparent to her.

If paranormals showed their brain patterns to anyone, it wasn't Poppy and she had tried hard to see them.

A brunette with a voice like Diana Krall sat at the piano wearing a skimpy silver dress. The bottom of the skirt didn't reach the edge of the piano bench, and the bodice hung on to the tips of her breasts as if glued there. But she could sing, play and she was beautiful.

Ward was always surrounded with beautiful people, male and female, which made Poppy a little uneasy about holding her own in such company. She wasn't a shrinking violet but neither was she vain. Her own looks were complimented often enough, and some expert opinions had assured her she had a killer figure, but since Ward could have anyone he wanted, why her?

More important than any reservations she had was the opportunity to mix with the kind of New Orleans citizens the Embran were known to prefer.

This was the first time she'd been to Ward's home. Not that she had not been invited—frequently.

Aubusson rugs graced dark, glinting wooden floors. Gilt-framed mirrors tossed around images of New Orleans's rich and famous, the glitterati of the city. French Empire chandeliers, their lights supported by gold swans, and a series of Baccarat crystal wall sconces brought blinding prisms searing from the women's jewelry.

"Ms. Fortune?" A white-jacketed waiter at her elbow offered her champagne, and she took a glass from his tray. He bowed and gave her a serious, deferential look.

French doors stood open to the gallery. Poppy peered outside and found what she expected; it was empty. No guests could bear to risk missing a little of Ward's golden attention. So far she had managed to stay out of his line of sight but she already knew he had been asking if anyone had seen her. She wouldn't be free of his attention much longer. She had ignored three calls from him on her cell phone, and when he asked why she had not picked up, which he would, she intended to be honest and tell him she had needed some solitude.

Poppy smiled a little. Ward would only be more anxious for her approval if she thwarted him occasionally. He expected to get what he wanted in all things.

She stepped into the warm, fragrant night and closed her eyes for an instant. The gallery was dimly lit and relatively peaceful, despite the noise behind her.

When she approached the grillwork railing, cold slipped over her skin Her heart speeded up and she wrinkled her brow. Rather than finding peace in the open air, agitation exploded through her. Sweat broke out along her spine and between her breasts. Her brow was instantly damp.

Voices rose from the street below—laughter, high-pitched female yells punctuated by male bellowing. St. Louis wasn't a main party street. People tended to wander through on their way to Bourbon Street and the center of the French Quarter. The group down there went on their way and relative quiet filled in behind them.

Suffused light showed through shutters at the windows opposite. Overhead, blood-edged inky clouds slunk across a thin white moon.

Breath caught in her throat.

She wasn't alone.

Champagne slopped from the glass and over her trembling hand. Of course she was alone. She looked right and left, peered into every corner. Nothing on the gallery moved other than hanging flowers caught by the faint breeze.

"Hi, Poppy. You seem edgy," a familiar deep voice said.

Poppy jumped and her knees locked.

Sykes Millet wasn't a man she would fail to recognize, even in darkness. "What are you doing here?" she said. "You weren't here seconds ago."

"Of course I was," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice. "I saw you come out but you seemed preoccupied. I didn't want to make you jump."

He had done that anyway.

Very tall, his black hair slightly wavy and grown past his collar, he sauntered toward her from the left, from the farthest reaches of the gallery. He wore a tux. She saw the snowy shine of his shirt in the gloom. With his jacket pushed back and both hands in his pants pockets, he took his time reaching her, enough time to give her a chance to consider fleeing inside.

"Nice dress," he said, arriving in front of her. His eyes passed over her body in a way that made her feel naked—or wish she were.

Poppy turned very, very hot. "Thanks."

"Where have you been hiding yourself?"

"I've been around." And she was surprised he would know or care where she was.

"You spent time in northern California with your folks."

The glow from inside the condo illuminated his face. Every feature had its own shadow. Winging black brows, heavy lashes around his eyes, high, sharp cheekbones and a square jaw. And his mouth. The outline showed clearly, a fuller bottom lip and corners that tilted up a little even when he was quite serious. He was serious now but she saw him suck a long breath.

Sykes Millet was something else.

"How long have you been back?" he asked, and she realized she hadn't responded to his last remark.

"Months," she said. "I was only away for about a week. The club needs me around."

She was, Sykes decided, thinking about the last time they met when she had confessed to him how she had tried to break up Ben Fortune and Sykes's sister Willow. "I think Liam and Ethan need you, too," he said of her other brothers who were also involved in the business to much lesser degrees.

"You didn't say why you were here," she said, visibly relaxing enough to sip her champagne. "Are you a friend of Ward's?"

"Nope. But I know who he is, ev... --This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.


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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Fantastic! May 3 2010
By Elisa Johnson - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
This was a great end to the Court of Angels Trilogy!!!! Stella Cameron is at the top of her game with these books. It is best to start with the first book and work your way to this one or you will be lost. But trust me the trilogy is worth reading!!! This was filled with suspense, romance, paranormal and voodoo craziness.
3 of 4 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars outstanding paranormal romantic thriller April 30 2010
By Harriet Klausner - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
In New Orleans Sculptor Sykes Millet may be a psychic able to read and control the minds of others, but like his ancestors for centuries and his relatives today (see Out of Mind and Out of Body), he cannot prevent the curse from destroying those he loves. In the Court of Angels Jude Millet insists he needs to find Harmony and the missing keys to open up its supernatural powers while also fighting the evil Embran.

His efforts have become complicated by family friend nightclub manager Poppy Fortune. She has inadvertently fallen into the center of the Embran conflict, but in honor of her family, victims of the supernatural, she refuses to step aside although the man she loves Sykes pleads with her. He has no choice but to keep her safe and pray his deep regard for Poppy does not turn into deadly love.

The third Court of Angels is another outstanding paranormal romantic thriller starring a courageous heroine and her champion who fears falling in love with her, but the heart rejects the brain. Fans will root for the heroic duet though Poppy's behavior at times is over the top of Driskoll Mountain. Action-packed from the onset, Out of Sight is another electrifying urban fantasy.

Harriet Klausner
2.0 out of 5 stars Not interested... May 28 2014
By NBB - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback|Verified Purchase
Although it was interesting...the search for the missing piece, the guardian, and other aspects were not as articulated as I would have liked. I had to assume sometime...the plot was a little disturbing with the different acts of violence but I read the series so I knew its ending. Definitely would not read again.
5.0 out of 5 stars Have to read all 3 Dec 27 2013
By Ciera - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback|Verified Purchase
There are 3 in this series be sure to get them all and read in order. Very action fill and sexy book!
5.0 out of 5 stars Out of the Ordinary April 23 2013
By Sally Hartley - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Sorry about the pun....intended. I don't know whether the author will continue with this series, but she has left the door open and I for one will purchase anything that has to do with this family. It's just far enough out in left field to satisfy my taste for the strange and hard to esplain.

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