Raintree. Linda Winstead Jones

      Praise for New York Times bestselling author

       LINDA HOWARD

      “You can’t read just one Linda Howard!”

      —Catherine Coulter

      New York Times bestselling author

      “This master storyteller takes our breath away.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      Praise for RITA® Award-winning author

       LINDA WINSTEAD JONES

      “Linda Winstead Jones has a magic touch with paranormal!”

      —Linda Howard, New York Times bestselling author

      “Non-stop action from start to finish. Jones’ characters are compelling, and her story is both exciting and original. Readers won’t want to put it down!”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Raintree: Haunted

      Praise for New York Times bestselling author

       BEVERLY BARTON

      “Page-turning suspense and an evolving romance make for a satisfying read.”

      —Booklist on Dangerous Deception

      “Smart, sexy and scary as hell. Beverly Barton just keeps getting better and better.”

      —No. 1 New York Times bestselling author

      Lisa Jackson on The Fifth Victim

      Raintree

      Linda Howard

      Beverly Barton

      Linda Winstead Jones

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      LINDA HOWARD says that whether she’s reading them or writing them, books have long played a profound role in her life. After twenty-one years of penning stories for her own enjoyment, Ms Howard finally worked up the courage to submit a novel for publication—and met with success. This Alabama native in now a multi-New York Times bestselling author.

      BEVERLY BARTON has been an avid reader since childhood, writing her first book at the age of nine. After marriage to her own hero and the births of her daughter and son, Beverly chose to be a full-time homemaker, aka wife, mother, friend and volunteer. An author of more than fifty books, Beverly is a member of Romance Writers of America, and helped found the Heart of Dixie chapter in Alabama.

      LINDA WINSTEAD JONES has written more than fifty romance books. She’s won the Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence twice, and she’s a three-time RITA® Award finalist and (writing as Linda Fallon) winner of the 2004 RITA® for paranormal romance. Linda lives in north Alabama with her husband of thirty-four years. To learn more, visit her website at: wwwlindawinsteadjones.com.

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Inferno

      To Beverly Barton and Linda Winstead Jones, for the years of friendship and all the fun we had planning these books, and to Leslie Wainger, for being everything an editor should be, as well as a friend.

      Dear Reader,

      My friends Beverly and Linda and I have worked on the concept for these books for about four years. We’ve spent hours and hours discussing them, playing with ideas and laughing our heads off. Not that these books are funny, but after a while we’d get sort of punch-drunk and go off on tangents. One such tangent was limericks (There was a young man from Paducah…), which of course had nothing to do with the Raintree books.

      We loved working out the mythology behind the Raintree, extraordinary people trying to live in the ordinary world without being found out. We loved the characters. They are all very human and at the same time they are…more than human. I hope you enjoy them, too.

       Linda Howard

      Prologue

      There have always been those among us who are more than human. At first they were few, but like always calls to like, and so it was from the beginning, when mankind was new and clumped together in fire-lit caves. Sometimes they were driven out by fear and fists wielding clubs. Sometimes they simply left, seeking others like them. And though they were few and the earth was large, they found each other, drawn by the very instinct and power and knowledge that set them apart from the very beginning—and by the will to survive, for only in numbers was there safety.

      In time those numbers grew large, and there was strife between those who wanted to use their powers, their otherness, to take what they wanted from the weaker humans, and those who wanted to live in harmony with the Ungifted. Over seven thousand years ago they split into what became two tribes, and then two kingdoms: the Raintree and the Ansara.

      The two kingdoms then locked into eternal war, and earth in all her dimensions became the battleground.

      So it was, and so it is.

      Chapter One

       Sunday

      Dante Raintree stood with his arms crossed as he watched the woman on the monitor. The image was in black and white, to better show details; color distracted the brain. He focused on her hands, watching every move she made, but what struck him most was how uncommonly still she was. She didn’t fidget, or play with her chips, or look around at the other players. She peeked once at her down card, then didn’t touch it again, signaling for another hit by tapping a fingernail on the table. Just because she didn’t seem to be paying attention to the other players, though, didn’t mean she was as unaware as she seemed.

      “What’s her name?” he asked.

      “Lorna Clay,” replied his chief of security, Al Rayburn.

      “Is that her real name?”

      “It checks out.”

      If Al hadn’t already investigated her, Dante would have been disappointed. He paid Al a lot of money to be efficient and thorough.

      “At first I thought she was counting,” said Al. “But she doesn’t pay enough attention.”

      “She’s paying attention, all right,” Dante murmured. “You just don’t see her doing it.” A card counter had to remember every card played. Supposedly counting cards was impossible with the number of decks used by the casinos, but no casino wanted a card counter at its tables. There were those rare individuals who could calculate the odds even with multiple decks.

      “I thought that, too,” said Al. “But look at this piece of tape