"A blend of romance and mystery with just the right twist of the paranormal, The Gift by Deb Stover is an intriguing tale, a real page-turner."
~New York Times Bestselling
Author, Lisa Jackson
"Thrilling romantic suspense at its best!
THE GIFT is an extremely exciting thriller full of the extraordinary;
fascinating and exceptionally entertaining. Deb Stover has a
gift for capturing and keeping your attention throughout the entire
novel. The story is unique and unlike other stories of this nature. I
found this an extremely difficult book to put down. Each page turns
itself. A must-read if you want that different but really exciting
thriller." ~Kay Quintin, FRESH FICTION
"This story had me totally absorbed. Several times I was so engrossed in the story, that when I heard a noise, I nearly jumped out of my skin. This book is vintage Deb Stover! For those readers who enjoy a tortured heroine, a hot hero and a bit of woo woo in their stories, I suggest you run to your nearest bookstore when this one comes out and grab it! Be forewarned, have plenty of time to read because you won't want to stop until you turn the last page!" ~Kathy Boswell, FRESH FICTION
"Readers will rejoice at the return of one of the romance genre's special talents! Stover is back and jumping right into the romantic suspense game, while giving it a paranormal twist. Stover's heroine is competent yet damaged, both by the past and her "gift". This melting pot of murder mystery, passion and ghosts makes for an outstanding storytelling stew!" ~
4 1/2 Stars! Jill Smith, RT BOOK REVIEWS
Blood. Rivers of it, crashing streams of vivid color erupted from the corners of her mind and flooded her awareness until all she knew was terror.
The shimmering steel blade ripped and retreated again and again. Crimson waves of pain pierced into her. Dripping life's blood...
Death tugged at her, greedy and demanding, dragging her into the victim's world, toward the cold, the dark.
Not yet... She had to see the face. The killer's face.
A voice rose, taunting, but she couldn't see, couldn't understand the muffled words. Then a moment of clarity just before death claimed its victim. Thank God. The monster came closer, hovered over her. His name formed in her mind and she filed it away in the part of her brain that was still sane. Still hers. He laughed as he wiped his bloodied blade and shoved it into his pocket before he walked away. The door squeaked open, clicked shut.
Pressure within her mounted until she thought she would explode. There wasn't room inside her for them both. The pain in her skull was unbearable.
Blinding light flashed. A tunnel formed. The pressure eased and the spirit gradually moved beyond her and into the light.