Black Ghost Runner

Beth learned one thing first before she began running—never help a shifter. Remember that old saying...no good deed goes unpunished.

Well she had not actually meant to help him. He had been injured and taken advantage of her so she helped him the first time and because of this, she lost her job and career. Great, she hoped she never saw this strange man again. Beth ran, except she was left with a strange memory of his eyes changing to those of a cat.

But he found her again because he needed help once more. Beth did what was necessary to get rid of him and helped him get his funds, except she was left with a strange bite mark and the memory of a huge black cat in the night above her in her bed. This time she was running with a serious thought, not to have him find her ever again. There was something more than just strange about this man, he was a threat to her in ways she did not want to admit.

Beth ran from the black ghost through Indian Reservations, from archeological digs in the northwest, down to the lost areas of poorer Mexico, through jungles and back into the giant towering buildings of bustling cities.

Yet, where ever she went was a black ghost that haunted her dreams and sent a sexual pull that she could not turn off.