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Lightning Game (A GhostWalker Novel)
Danger and passion fuse in this electrifying GhostWalker novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan.
GhostWalker Rubin Campo’s rough upbringing made him into the man he is today: strong, steadfast and wary of outsiders. When he and his brother return to their family’s homestead in the Appalachian Mountains, he can immediately sense that a stranger has taken up residence in their cabin—a woman who just happens to be a GhostWalker too.
Jonquille looks deceptively delicate but is clearly a fighter. She also doesn’t seem to care that Rubin could kill her where she stands. She sought him out, wanting to connect on their shared interest in electrical charges. As one of the first failed GhostWalker experiments, Jonquille can produce lightning with her body—but she can’t control it.
Their connection is magnetic, their abilities in sync. Rubin knows she’s his match, the answer to a lifetime of pain and intense loneliness. But Jonquille came to him with hidden intentions, ones that threaten to destroy their bond before it can truly begin.…
GhostWalker Rubin Campo’s rough upbringing made him into the man he is today: strong, steadfast and wary of outsiders. When he and his brother return to their family’s homestead in the Appalachian Mountains, he can immediately sense that a stranger has taken up residence in their cabin—a woman who just happens to be a GhostWalker too.
Jonquille looks deceptively delicate but is clearly a fighter. She also doesn’t seem to care that Rubin could kill her where she stands. She sought him out, wanting to connect on their shared interest in electrical charges. As one of the first failed GhostWalker experiments, Jonquille can produce lightning with her body—but she can’t control it.
Their connection is magnetic, their abilities in sync. Rubin knows she’s his match, the answer to a lifetime of pain and intense loneliness. But Jonquille came to him with hidden intentions, ones that threaten to destroy their bond before it can truly begin.…
Editorial Reviews
"If you're a fan of the series or just want to read a good book that'll captivate you, you need to grab this one. Lightning Game is an emotional rollercoaster you won't want to get off."-Fresh Fiction
"Christine Feehan takes a unique look at a natural phenomenon… another must-read by this wonderfully unique and creative author Christine Feehan."-Fresh Fiction
"Christine Feehan takes a unique look at a natural phenomenon… another must-read by this wonderfully unique and creative author Christine Feehan."-Fresh Fiction
Readers Top Reviews
jane harding-jonesMa
This isn't the usual suspension in this book. The story didn't really get going until the last chapters, I did enjoy the other ghostwalkers that came into the book and then started to get interesting, not her best book Would love a book about all the ghostwalkers getting together and saving the USA. Still a good read
Mary Heron
To any who follow the Ghostwlker series ( about supersoldiers enhanced physically and psycically) Reuben and Diego Campo will.be familiar characters, but they have always ---- up.till now ------- been in the background, not saying much and staying out of major dramas. Now it's Reubens turn to meet the woman made for him. Jonquille is from the first group of girls experimented on by Dr Whitney, along with Lilly, Flame and Dahlia -------- from the early books in the series. Jonquille has always been on her own, the adaptations Whitney made to her D. N. A. Make it impostolr her to be around other people without putting them in extreme danger. Reuben and Diego make a trip twice a year back to their old homestead, where they spent their childhood. On this visit they find someone has been using their cabin------ it's Jonquille, she has come in search of Reuben to see if he is capable of helping her deal with the problems that plague her. Reuben immediately recognises her as being his other half --------- enhanced by Whitney to be genetically compatible with him, but that's not all Reuben is determined he will have what his Ghostwalker brothers have ------- Love--------he just had to convince Jonquille. Oh, and deal with the men hunting them.
SonyaCindyB
I was very disappointed in this book. The series started off great but now it seems that half the book says exactly what all the other books say and it really gets old. I got tired of it several books back but I hoped the author would rely on better material to fill the gaps. I get she wants each book to stand on it's own as well as a series but in this case the writing has gotten sloppy, predictable and very boring. The story itself (without all the predictable 'fill') was only mediocre at best. I used to look forward to her books/series but now they are all the same and I hardly want to even pick them up. She has a lot of irons in the fire and many series she writes, might I suggest setting your heart fully into 1 book at a time and really thinking up better stories.
Maureen Gianinio
There are many ways to feel lonely. No matter a person’s strength, intelligence, skills. Whether surrounded by those you love, by other people, or completely alone. There are many ways to feel apart from others and the need for connection. Until someone comes along and you see each other for who you are not just what you’re capable of doing. Love builds from this understanding and builds a bond between you stronger than anything else. Jonquille and Rubin are examples of this, thanks to the enhancements the series antagonist, Dr Whitney gave them. Jonquille is forced to be isolated, some of her enhancements are unable to be controlled and are dangerous when around others. Rubin is revered because of his healing gift, those who care about him feel the need to protect him, begin to only see him as this one gift and not the person he is. They are paired by Dr Whitney, giving them the balance and attraction, but how do they move toward love? It’s the people they are. The time spent getting to know each other, in search of knowledge, and due to the need to protect the other, they are brought together. Unaware of how special his gifts are Jonquille comes to know the man he became because of his past and the science he loves, the things he enjoys and the people he loves. By Sharing her past, telling him of her life with Whitney, her mind and the skills others never see, her strength and intelligence and wit, the person she became despite all Whitney put her through and took from her. He moves past this is my paired female to this is the woman I love. Their journey takes place in the wonderful setting of the Appalachian Mountains, Rubin and Diego Compo’s childhood home and their turf, so well written you feel you are there. By the end of the first chapter your heart belongs to these characters and your want their Happy Ever After to work! The relationship of Diego and Rubin, their skills from childhood and enhancements are amazing! The world they shared with Jonquille open her to the possibility she could be part of something, at Rubin’s side she could be around others and belong, use skills of her own that she was denied using most of her life. The banter between Rubin Diego and Jonquille brings wit and humor to the story. The wisdom and mischief of fellow Mountain friends drive the plot and add to understanding. The danger they face, the twists and turns on who is the target, who is the enemy, keep you on the edge of your seat…especially the “I can’t believe Christine did that” moment, even if it’s perfect event to drive the plot. The series also gets a boost in this story with Jaw dropping surprises and grin causing Karma delivered with team 4 and other teams aiding them. By the end the Happily Ever After is so sweet, both of them in love with each other and coming to a new understanding and respect for all their gifts ev...
Lavonda44
This was a enjoyable, touching story of love, and family connections of blood, and adopted family. We learn more about the Campos brothers, and their love of family, and those they care for living in the Appalachian Mountains. The brothers return yearly to offer their services as Doctors to those that will only deal with a healer. Rubin, the Psychic Surgeon, Doctor, Scientist, and has the ability to redirect lighting to destroy or save crops, lands, and lives. Diego, protector of his older brother, keeping all he considers family safe, and holds his secrets close. Jonquille, one of the women from Whitney's first group of girls, and considered a failure, may look fragile, but she's a woman of strength, a fighter. Jonguille's a healer, a conduit to draw energy from others, as well as lightning. Unfortunately she isn't able to direct lightning, and is afraid of hurting others. She stays isolated as much as possible, but finds out that Military trackers are after Rubin to capture. Believing Whitney is after Rubin, Jonquille tries to lead the Military trackers away from Rubin, but he arrives a week early in the Appalachian Mountains. Instant attraction, and they both realize Whitney has paired them. Rubin doesn't fight the connection, but Jonquille is determined to keep Rubin safe, even if the cost is her life. Almost too late, Rubin realizes that the men are after Jonquille, and her healer abilities. A new villain has appeared, and he wants his own Ghostwalker team, and has been conducting horrific experiments on men. Secrets revealed. One being that the Ghostwalker program may began years ago. Jonquille, along with Team 4 rallies to save these men from a painful death. Will they make it in time?
Short Excerpt Teaser
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Rubin Campo stood in front of the small cabin made of mostly broken lumber his brothers and father had dragged or cut from the trees in the forest and pieced together. No one had lived there in years, but he and Diego came back every year and fixed the place up. He had no idea why. Some compulsion buried deep in them that pulled them back, he supposed.
They'd been born there. The cabin hadn't been so large then. At the time it had been one room. His two older brothers and father had begun expanding it as the family grew in size. Eventually, there were nine children. Had their father not died when his horse stepped in a hole and fell, rolling on him, breaking his father's neck, there most likely would have been more children.
They had lived off the land and were distrustful of outsiders. He'd learned hunting, fishing and trapping at a very early age. By the time he was three, he had learned to shoot. Every bullet counted. None could be wasted. It mattered little what age he was- if he pulled a trigger, he was expected to bring home something to put in the cooking pot.
"Someone's been moving around the property," Diego said, coming up behind him. "Tracks everywhere. Been coming here for a while."
"Stripping the place," Rubin guessed. He'd noticed the tracks as well.
The community was a very closed one. They didn't let outsiders in, and everyone within several miles of their land knew the brothers returned to their property. They were doctors, and they came back and treated the sick. The people were so distrustful of government and everyone else, they refused to go to the nearest towns for medical aid, relying on homeopathic treatments. Rubin and Diego returning, two of their own, were welcome. No one would steal from them. Whoever was taking things from their cabin had to be an outsider, yet the tracks indicated that the person was coming and going on a regular basis.
"Maybe," Diego mused.
Rubin didn't know why it bothered him that someone would take anything from the old cabin. It wasn't like they lived there or needed the things they'd left. People were poor. He remembered being hungry all the time. Real hunger, not knowing when his next meal was coming or even if it was coming. He knew exactly how that felt.
Rubin was ten months older than Diego, and they'd been seven years old when their father had died, leaving their mother with nine children and only the land to sustain them. Their two oldest brothers, at fourteen and fifteen, had gone off looking for work, hoping to bring in money, but they had never returned. Rubin and Diego never learned what happened to them.
The two boys, as young as they were, began to hunt, fish and trap to put food on the table for the family. The girls helped by gathering plants and roots and growing as much as they could to help provide. Out hunting rabbits, the boys discovered a spring up above their cabin. Both were already showing astonishing promise of their genius abilities in spite of their lack of formal education. By the time they were eight, they figured out how to use gravity to bring that water to their cabin, and for the first time, they had running water in the house.
They were nine years old when Mary left to marry a man on the farm closest to theirs: Mathew Sawyer. There were few choices for men or women to find anyone where they lived, but he was a good man. She was barely of age and she died in childbirth nine months later. Their mother didn't smile much after that, no matter how many times the boys or their sisters tried to coax her.
Rubin reached back and rubbed at the knots in his neck. "I swear, every time I come to this place, I think it will be my last, but I can't stop." He turned away from the cabin. "It's really beautiful up here. I need the isolation of it. I love the swamp in Louisiana and our team, everyone there, but sometimes . . ." He trailed off.
Sometimes he needed space. He had gifts-psychic gifts that were rare. He belonged to an elite and covert military team called GhostWalkers. All of them had psychic gifts. His entire team. It was just that his gift or one of his gifts happened to be extremely rare, and so they protected him. They shielded him so that any enemy would never find out that he had such an ability. As far as they knew, only two people in the world had the gift of being a psychic surgeon. He was one of the two. The team tended to hover until sometimes he felt he couldn't breathe.
Diego sent him a small grin. He got what Rubin meant without a huge explanation. "There's nothing like the fireflies in the spring, is there?"
Rubin referred to the fireflies as lightning bugs, and he ...
Rubin Campo stood in front of the small cabin made of mostly broken lumber his brothers and father had dragged or cut from the trees in the forest and pieced together. No one had lived there in years, but he and Diego came back every year and fixed the place up. He had no idea why. Some compulsion buried deep in them that pulled them back, he supposed.
They'd been born there. The cabin hadn't been so large then. At the time it had been one room. His two older brothers and father had begun expanding it as the family grew in size. Eventually, there were nine children. Had their father not died when his horse stepped in a hole and fell, rolling on him, breaking his father's neck, there most likely would have been more children.
They had lived off the land and were distrustful of outsiders. He'd learned hunting, fishing and trapping at a very early age. By the time he was three, he had learned to shoot. Every bullet counted. None could be wasted. It mattered little what age he was- if he pulled a trigger, he was expected to bring home something to put in the cooking pot.
"Someone's been moving around the property," Diego said, coming up behind him. "Tracks everywhere. Been coming here for a while."
"Stripping the place," Rubin guessed. He'd noticed the tracks as well.
The community was a very closed one. They didn't let outsiders in, and everyone within several miles of their land knew the brothers returned to their property. They were doctors, and they came back and treated the sick. The people were so distrustful of government and everyone else, they refused to go to the nearest towns for medical aid, relying on homeopathic treatments. Rubin and Diego returning, two of their own, were welcome. No one would steal from them. Whoever was taking things from their cabin had to be an outsider, yet the tracks indicated that the person was coming and going on a regular basis.
"Maybe," Diego mused.
Rubin didn't know why it bothered him that someone would take anything from the old cabin. It wasn't like they lived there or needed the things they'd left. People were poor. He remembered being hungry all the time. Real hunger, not knowing when his next meal was coming or even if it was coming. He knew exactly how that felt.
Rubin was ten months older than Diego, and they'd been seven years old when their father had died, leaving their mother with nine children and only the land to sustain them. Their two oldest brothers, at fourteen and fifteen, had gone off looking for work, hoping to bring in money, but they had never returned. Rubin and Diego never learned what happened to them.
The two boys, as young as they were, began to hunt, fish and trap to put food on the table for the family. The girls helped by gathering plants and roots and growing as much as they could to help provide. Out hunting rabbits, the boys discovered a spring up above their cabin. Both were already showing astonishing promise of their genius abilities in spite of their lack of formal education. By the time they were eight, they figured out how to use gravity to bring that water to their cabin, and for the first time, they had running water in the house.
They were nine years old when Mary left to marry a man on the farm closest to theirs: Mathew Sawyer. There were few choices for men or women to find anyone where they lived, but he was a good man. She was barely of age and she died in childbirth nine months later. Their mother didn't smile much after that, no matter how many times the boys or their sisters tried to coax her.
Rubin reached back and rubbed at the knots in his neck. "I swear, every time I come to this place, I think it will be my last, but I can't stop." He turned away from the cabin. "It's really beautiful up here. I need the isolation of it. I love the swamp in Louisiana and our team, everyone there, but sometimes . . ." He trailed off.
Sometimes he needed space. He had gifts-psychic gifts that were rare. He belonged to an elite and covert military team called GhostWalkers. All of them had psychic gifts. His entire team. It was just that his gift or one of his gifts happened to be extremely rare, and so they protected him. They shielded him so that any enemy would never find out that he had such an ability. As far as they knew, only two people in the world had the gift of being a psychic surgeon. He was one of the two. The team tended to hover until sometimes he felt he couldn't breathe.
Diego sent him a small grin. He got what Rubin meant without a huge explanation. "There's nothing like the fireflies in the spring, is there?"
Rubin referred to the fireflies as lightning bugs, and he ...
