Rising Moon (The Nightcreature Series) - Softcover

Buch 6 von 11: The Nightcreature Novels

Handeland, Lori

 
9780312938505: Rising Moon (The Nightcreature Series)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0312938500 ISBN 13: 9780312938505
Verlag: St Martin's Press, 2007

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Denizens of The Big Easy know its steamy nights can hide any number of sins and secrets. Private-eye Anne Lockhart is counting on it. Her life has been in a holding pattern ever since her sister Katie disappeared without a trace...but when a clue leads Anne to a jazz club in the French Quarter, everything changes. Rising Moon's proprietor, John Rodolfo, is mysterious in his own right, a gifted musician who reaches deep into Anne's soul and whose mere presence taps into desires she can't afford to indulge...By going undercover at the Rising Moon, Anne can get close to people who know what goes on after dark - people like John, whose nocturnal disappearances are more than a little suspicious. But unlocking John's secrets is harder than Anne had anticipated. What's far too easy is surrendering to him. And now someone - or something - is stalking the innocent and the guilty, and waiting for Anne's next move...

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Lori Handeland is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Nightcreature Novels, The Phoenix Chronicles and Shakespeare Undead. She is the recipient of many industry awards, including two RITA awards, a Romantic Times Award for Best Harlequin Superromance, and the Prism Award from Romance Writers of America. She lives in Wisconsin with her family and a yellow lab named Ellwood.

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Let the RITA Award-winning author of Blue Moon take you to the shadowy, mysterious city of New Orleans, where everything is sensual…but nothing is what it seems.
 
Over a city of wicked pleasures and dangerous passions…
Denizens of The Big Easy know its steamy nights can hide any number of sins and secrets. Private-eye Anne Lockhart is counting on it. Her life has been in a holding pattern ever since her sister Katie disappeared without a trace…but when a clue leads Anne to a jazz club in the French Quarter, everything changes. Rising Moon's proprietor, John Rodolfo, is mysterious in his own right, a gifted musician who reaches deep into Anne's soul and whose mere presence taps into desires she can't afford to indulge...
 
there's a bad moon on the rise.
By going undercover at the Rising Moon, Anne can get close to people who know what goes on after dark--people like John, whose nocturnal disappearances are more than a little suspicious. But unlocking John's secrets is harder than Anne had anticipated. What's far too easy is surrendering to him. And now someone--or something--is stalking the innocent and the guilty, and waiting for Anne's next move...
 
 
 "Fresh, fun, and fabulous! Lori Handeland is an exciting…voice in paranormal suspense."
--Sherrilyn Kenyon, New York Times bestselling author Dark Side of the Moon

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Chapter One
 
Everything was all right until the photograph showed up in my mailbox.
 
Actually, that isn't true. Nothing had been all right since my sister vanished into thin air.
 
I'd never known people could disappear so completely that no trace was ever found. Isn't this America? Land of the free, home of the security camera? Big Brother is watching more often than we think. Unfortunately, he'd been asleep at the switch when Katie went AWOL.
 
For three years there hadn't been a sign of her despite all the pictures I'd plastered on signposts, store windows, and every missing persons Internet site I could find.
 
Then I'd gone into the office, started sorting through my stack of mail, opened a five-by-seven manila envelope, and voilà! There she was, standing outside a building named Rising Moon.
 
It had taken me all of three minutes to determine the place was a jazz club in New Orleans. I'd shoved a few changes of clothes and my toothbrush into a backpack and boarded the next available flight.
 
A few hours later, I stood on a street called Frenchmen, listening to jazz wail out an open doorway and wondering how it could be so freaking hot in the middle of February. When I'd gotten on the plane in Philly, fat snowflakes had been tumbling down.
 
I'd never visited New Orleans, never wanted to. I wasn't the party type; I wouldn't fit in. However, I didn't plan to stay. I planned to get Katie and get gone.
 
I forced myself to walk through the door, ignoring the smoke, the noise, the people. The inside was sparse, narrow, nothing like the big, airy taverns at home, which boasted lots of tables, lots of space for billiards, darts, and other amusements. Rising Moon was all about the music.
 
I knew nothing about jazz. Give me some Aerosmith, a little Guns n' Roses, even Ozzie on a really tough day. But jazz? I'd never understood the attraction.
 
One look at the man playing the saxophone near the front of the room and attraction took on a different twist.
 
He was tall and slim, and everything about him--his hair, his clothes, even the glasses that covered his eyes--was dark.
 
I glanced at the ceiling. Not a spotlight to be had.
 
"Weird," I muttered, and received a few glares from the spectators crowded as close to the man as they could get.
 
There wasn't any stage. He just stood in a corner and played. From the microphone, the piano, and the abandoned drum set behind him, I assumed the corner was the stage.
 
He held that sax as if it were the only thing he'd ever loved. Despite the need to show the picture of Katie to anything that moved, I found myself watching, listening, captivated by a stranger and his music.
 
Even with the dark sunglasses bisecting his face, I could tell he was better than handsome. His hair was shorn close, but that only drew attention to the sharpness of his cheekbones and the devilishly well-trimmed mustache and goatee.
 
His hands were long fingered and elegant, the hands of an aristocrat in a world where such distinctions were long dead. He seemed European, and I guess that wasn't too odd, considering.
 
New Orleans had always been more foreign than domestic--a city where life moved at a slower pace, where music and dancing were part of every day and every night, where French was as commonly murmured as curse words. No wonder I'd felt itchy and out of sorts from the moment I'd stepped off the plane. I was a peasant, and I always would be.
 
The tune ended, whatever it was, the last notes drifting toward the high ceiling and fading away. The spell over the crowd broke as they clapped, chattered among themselves, then lifted their glasses to drink.
 
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen." His voice was as mesmerizing as his hands--deep, melodious, with an accent I couldn't place. Perhaps Spanish, with a pinch of the South, a dash of the North, and something mysterious just beneath.
 
The bartender, a tall, muscular black man with eerily light brown eyes and impossibly short natural hair appeared at my elbow. "What can I get you?"
 
I wanted to shake my head to clear it of the dopey infatuation with the sax player's hands and voice. I was not the type of woman who went gaga over a guy for any reason, let alone his looks. If I cared about looks I'd be in deep shit. My face certainly wouldn't inspire any sonnets.
 
I laid the photo of Katie atop the polished wood. "Seen her?"
 
"You a cop?" The bartender's accent was pure Dixie.
 
"No." I could have shown him my private investigator's license, but I'd discovered more info was forthcoming when I made my reasons personal. "She's my sister. She was eighteen when she went missing. Three years ago."
 
"Oh." His face went from suspicious to sympathetic in an instant. "That's too bad."
 
I couldn't determine his age--maybe thirty, maybe fifty. He seemed both a part of this place and yet removed from it. Muscles bulged beneath his dark T-shirt, and the hand that reached for the snapshot would have made two of my own.
 
He peered at the picture so long, I wondered if his tiger-eyes were in need of some pretty thick glasses. Then he set it back on the bar and lifted his gaze. "A lot of people go missing in this city. Always have. What with the tourists, Bourbon Street, Mardi Gras, the river, the swamp, the lake--" He spread his big hands and shrugged.
 
I'd have to take his word for it. I hadn't done much research on the city proper before I'd hopped on the plane. I'd spent what time I had trying to figure out where the manila envelope had come from, although I'd had no luck.
 
My address had been typed in both the center and the top left-hand corner. There'd been a stamp, but no postmark. Which made me think someone had shoved it into my mailbox when I wasn't looking.
 
But why?
 
"My sister went missing from home," I clarified. "From Philadelphia."
 
"You've come a long way."
 
I shrugged. "She's my sister."
 
Sisters can be both the best and the worst--depending on the day, the mood, the sister. Mine was no different. Still, I'd travel to the ends of the earth twice over for Katie. Sure, we'd fought, but we'd also been best friends. I'd shared so many things with Katie, that without her I felt like only half of myself.
 
"I don't recognize her." The bartender leaned back, nodding at someone who waved for a drink.
 
"Are you the owner?" I asked.
 
"No, ma'am. That would be John Rodolfo."
 
"And where could I find him?"
 
He jerked his chin toward the rear of the tavern. "Should be in the office."
 
As I headed in that direction, the murmur of voices and the clink of glasses filled the burgeoning night. The corner of the room was empty; the hot saxophone player was gone.
 
I was surprised at my disappointment. I didn't have time to hang around and listen to music I wasn't all that fond of. Hell, I didn't have time to listen to music I liked.
 
My life was my work and I didn't mind. I can't say...

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Verlag
St Martin's Press
Erscheinungsdatum
2007
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0312938500
ISBN 13 
9780312938505
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
352
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