We are the GhostWalkers, we live in the shadows The sea, the earth, and the air are our domain No fallen comrade will be left behind We are loyalty and honor bound We are invisible to our enemies and we destroy them where we find them We believe in justice and we protect our country and those unable to protect themselves What goes unseen, unheard, and unknown are GhostWalkers There is honor in the shadows and it is us We move in complete silence whether in jungle or desert We walk among our enemy unseen and unheard Striking without sound and scatter to the winds before they have knowledge of our existence We gather information and wait with endless patience for that perfect moment to deliver swift justice We are both merciful and merciless We are relentless and implacable in our resolve We are the GhostWalkers and the night is ours
For one of my dearest friends, Cheryl Lynn Wilson, because Gator has her name tattooed on a certain portion of his anatomy and it very clearly says property of!
Raoul "Gator" Fontenot paused in the act of stuffing his shirt into his duffel bag when someone knocked on his door.
Gator Fontenot of the Special Forces paranormal squad must reel in the elusive Iris "Flame" Johnson, a victim of the same horrific experiments that warped Gator--and a red-haired weapon of unimaginable destructive powers bent on revenge in the sultry bayous of New Orleans. But can two people haunted by violent betrayals trust the passion that soon ignites between them? Or is one of them just playing another seductive and deadly night game?
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A member of the Special Forces paranormal squad, Gator Fontenot embarks on a dangerous mission to capture Iris "Flame" Johnson, a beautiful weapon of destruction bent on vengeance, who has become the target of a lethal assassin.