A ghost whisperer. A devilish captain. A killer thirsting to destroy their passion…
On the day of her sister’s wedding ship, Gemini Andrews’s spirit heard the siren call of the sea. Over the past year it has become a friend that whispers to her heart, promising a full, blessed future.
That future is threatened by a string of gruesome murders that are too similar to those of a killer who vowed to destroy her sisters to be coincidence. She knows her psychic gifts can stop this evil, but her sisters think her too delicate. The enigmatic Captain Deverell Jenson, who stole her heart with one Christmas kiss, thinks her too young—for anything.
Determined to prove them all wrong, Gemini steals aboard Deverell’s Northrope-bound Black Dragon. Never realizing she is about to sail into a storm of passion as deep as the ocean…and a battle that will threaten not only their lives, but their eternal souls.
Only Deverell, a man too haunted by his past to believe in a future, has any hope of discovering the truth before the evil destroys them both.
St. Giles takes the timeless gothic to new heights with stories that chill you to the bone yet heat you with their sizzling sensuality. She is the grand mistress of the modern-day gothic romance.
Gemmi Andrews can see and hear ghosts. The “gift” enables her to help catch Jack “the Ripper” Poole. Poole is dead, but a recent spate of murders makes it appear that he’s risen from the grave.
Determined to uncover the truth, Gemmi stows away on Captain Deverell Jansen’s ship to help with the investigation. A strong attraction exists between them, and when a suspicious sailor puts her life in danger, Deverell insists they marry. Though it’s a marriage of convenience, the lovemaking is hot and heavy. As she becomes caught up in the investigation, Gemmi relives the terror of the murders. Clues and puzzles are revealed, and peril mounts in a white-knuckle climax. ~ Reviewed By: Kathe Robin RT Book Reviews
I highly recommend this tale. My only caveat is that there is so much in it, something had to suffer. That item is the sexual relationship. It was almost as if St. Giles feared that her story did not have enough so she threw in every type of sexual activity she could think of. The detail and amount of action was overkill and detracted from the tale enough to drop it from the coveted five heart status.
Silken Shadows shouldn’t be missed, however, especially if you are a fan of the paranormal. ~ The Romance Reader – Shirley Lyons
I didn’t know when I first picked this one up that it was a part of a series. I will say that things at the first of the book would have been a lot clearer I’m sure had I known that fact and read the two previous novels. (And after researching online about them I think I will have to hunt them down to read about the adventures of her sisters and their special talents as well, and the sexy men that they have to tame!) I found this book to be extremely entertaining and very sensual. Loved the ghost seeing part of it and thought it was very well done. And ladies the love scenes are to die for! ? Mrs. Giles weilds a very deft pen and has crafted a story that had me laughing at times and then brought me to tears at others. You won’t want to miss this one! I suggest starting with the beginning of this series and get ready for a wonderful paranormal romp! ~ Night Owl Romance
My hopes that the splash of Captain Jansen’s bath water had drowned out the sound of my stifled sneeze sank as I heard his movements still.It was too quiet; nothing but the rock and creak of the ship could be heard. I didn’t dare breathe nor move, yet my heart thundered so loudly that I knew it had to be echoing off the cabin walls.
I was a fool. I should have crawled back into my brother-in-law’s sea chest the moment I’d attended to my needs. Then I, Gemini Andrews, wouldn’t have been day-dreaming about the maddening Captain Deverell Jansen, the kiss he’d given me three months ago, and what further pleasures would be mine were he to find me in his bunk.
I wouldn’t have been sitting on his bed, pilfering tidbits of his sandalwood and spice scent from his pillow. And I wouldn’t have had to dive for cover when the deckhands had barged into his cabin with bath water. And I now wouldn’t be stuck under his bunk listening to him splash out of the tub while dust bunnies danced over my head.
“What in the bloody hell?” he roared.
I must have shut my eyes in dread, because I popped them open when his hot, wet hand clamped around my arm and he dragged me from under his bunk.
He was naked. I couldn’t seem to think about anything else, but that. Forget that my plan to reach Northrope before revealing my stowaway status had just gone up in smoke, threatening everything I knew I had to do.
The only thing that mattered was that he was naked and I was flat on my back staring at him, at everything about him. Any sense of modesty escaped me. I was much too interested in seeing up close what I had spent a year imagining.
I didn’t even spare a glance at the amused ghosts hovering over his shoulders. I’d seen their crusty, sea salt faces on several occasions and had managed to ignore them. But I’d never seen the captain quite like this before, and couldn’t have shut my eyes if my life had depended on it.
He knelt before me, tanned skin, solid muscle, and dark curly hair sluiced with water. Droplets fell from the hard edge of his shadowed jaw, splashed upon my neck, and rolled between my breasts, making me lick my lips in thirst. I hadn’t eaten since last night just before I left Killdaren’s Castle.
His blue gaze, flashing with anger and something intriguingly darker, felt like a brand upon my lips. The tension filling the air between us sparked almost as much heat inside me as his unrestrained kiss had last Christmas Eve. My lips parted, remembering the gentle coax of his mouth against mine. I’d had several celebratory glasses of the Killdaren’s famous spiced wine, he’d had more, and that gentle-at-first kiss had become a hard demand that had awakened a deep hunger.
I sucked in air and his gaze shifted to the rise of my breasts and stayed there. Because of the tight confines of the trunk I’d hid in, I’d worn a loose gown for comfort. Being dragged from beneath the bed had displaced the bodice to the point that my gossamer chemise was the only thing keeping me somewhat decent.
The flare of heat in his sea-blue eyes, left me no doubt that he was remembering our kiss, remembering how he’d cupped my breasts and brushed his thumbs over their aching crests until I’d shuddered with need. I was still quivering with need.
Instead of covering myself, I dropped my gaze to absorb his broad chest, tapered waist, strong legs, and…jutting male anatomy that suddenly grew… large.
“Good heavens, that’s…amazing.” I blinked several times to assure I was seeing correctly.
Releasing my wrist, he stood. “No Miss Andrews. What is amazing is that I’ve refrained from throttling you within an inch of your life. Why in the bloody hell are you on my ship, in my cabin, under my bed!”
The ghosts laughed until they were rolling around in the air, making so much noise my ears hurt. I sent them an admonishing glare and tugged my bodice up.
The captain hadn’t waited for an answer. He’d turned away from me, strode to the tub and wrapped a towel about his waist before facing me with a glower. “Bloody Hell. What possessed you to pull such a childish prank? There’s a storm chasing us and we’ll now have to head into the thick of it to get you back. Hopefully, we’ll reach Dartmoor’s End before people learn of this idiocy and you’re reputation will remain intact.”
Though I wanted to gasp with outrage that he’d label my mission of duty as a childish prank, I forced myself to calmly rise from the floor and dust off my skirts, inciting another sneeze. His opinion of my venture stung my mind back in order.
Naked or not the captain was proving himself to be as insufferable and stifling as the sea chest.
“I’m not returning to Dartmoor’s End, Captain Jansen. Not until I help Mr. Adams,” I said firmly.
He laughed, harshly incredulous. “Miss Andrews, you’re barely from the schoolroom and have thankfully had few dealings with the realities of murder. There is nothing that you can do to help Mr. Adams that the authorities aren’t already doing and what Sean Killdaren will do once he secures his family and can travel north.” Whether it was his disregard of my abilities or if I’d spent too many years of my life suppressing everything about me that didn’t fit into the frivolous facade I’d been forced to keep up, but something inside me snapped.
I wanted to shake Captain Jansen off his high mast. I wanted to break free and grab life with my own hands instead of watching others live…and love.
“Schoolroom?” He made nineteen sound as if it was a step past wearing nappers, a convenient lie to avoid having to face his feelings–both Cassie and Andrie agreed. And both had said it was up to me to show him the error of his thinking. My sisters had had a great deal of experience with the erroneous thought patterns of men lately. “I sauntered to Captain Jansen, my left brow arched with doubt. I didn’t stop until my breasts pressed firmly against his damp chest. Then I moved closer until the feel of his arousal pushed enticingly against me. “At least part of you can admit the truth.”