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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 coming up. Someone she knows comes up to her and speaks, she looks around and starts chatting, completely misses the play of the people to her left—and doesn't look around even when the deal comes back to her, she just taps that finger. And damned if she didn't win. Again."
Dante watched the tape, rewound it, watched it again. Then he watched it a third time. There had to be something he was missing, because he couldn't pick out a single giveaway.
"If she's cheating," Al said with something like respect, "she's the best I've ever seen."
"What does your gut say?" Dante trusted his chief of security. Al had spent thirty years in the casino business, and some people swore he could spot cheats as soon as they walked in the door. If Al thought she was cheating, then Dante would take action—and he wouldn't be watching this tape now if something hadn't made Al uneasy.
Al scratched the side of his jaw, considering. He was a big, bulky man, but no one who observed him for any length of time would think he was slow, either physically or mentally. Finally he said, "If she isn't cheating, she's the luckiest person walking. She wins. Week in, week out, she wins. Never a huge amount, but I ran the numbers, and she's into us for about five grand a week. Hell, boss, on her way out of the casino she'll stop by a slot machine, feed a dollar in and walk away with at least fifty. It's never the same machine, either. I've had her watched, I've had her followed, I've even looked for the same faces in the casino every time she's in here, and I can't find a common denominator."
"Is she here now?"
"She came in about half an hour ago. She's playing blackjack, as usual."
"Who's the dealer?"
"Cindy."
Cindy Josephson was Dante's best dealer, almost as sharp at spotting a cheater as Al himself. She had been with him since he'd opened Inferno, and he trusted her to run an honest game. "Bring the woman to my office," Dante said, making a swift decision. "Don't make a scene."
"Got it," said Al, turning on his heel and leaving the security center, where banks of monitors displayed every angle of the casino.
Dante left, too, going up to his office. His face was calm. Normally he would leave it to Al to deal with a cheater, but he was curious. How was she doing it? There were a lot of bad cheaters, a few good ones, and every so often one would come along who was the stuff of which legends were made: the cheater who didn't get caught, even when people were alert and the camera was on him—or, in this case, her.
It was possible for people to simply be lucky, as most people understood luck. Chance could turn a habitual loser into a big-time winner. Casinos, in fact, thrived on that hope. But luck itself wasn't habitual, and he knew that what passed for luck was often something else: cheating. Then there was the other kind of luck, the kind he himself possessed, but since it depended not on chance but on who and what he was, he knew it was an innate power and not Dame Fortune's erratic smiles. Since his power was rare, the odds made it likely the woman he'd been watching was merely a very clever cheat.
Her skill could provide her with a very good living, he thought, doing some swift calculations in his head. Five grand a week equaled two hundred sixty thousand dollars a year, and that was just from his casino. She probably hit all of them, careful to keep the numbers relatively low so she stayed under the radar.
He wondered how long she'd been taking him, how long she'd been winning a little here, a little there, before Al noticed.
The curtains were still open on the wall-to-wall window in his office, giving the impression, when one first opened the door, of stepping out onto a covered balcony. The glazed window faced west, so he could catch the sunsets. The sun was low now, the sky painted in purple and gold. At his home in the mountains, most of the windows faced east, affording him views of the sunrise. Something in him needed both the greeting and the goodbye of the sun. He'd always been drawn to sunlight, maybe because fire was his element to call, to control.
He checked his internal time: four minutes until sundown. He knew exactly, without checking the tables every day, when the sun would slide behind the mountains. He didn't own an alarm clock. He didn't need one. He was so acutely attuned to the sun's position that he had only to check within himself to know the time. As for waking at a particular time, he was one of those people who could tell himself to wake at a certain time, and he did. That particular talent had nothing to do with being Raintree, so he didn't have to hide it; a lot of perfectly ordinary people had the same ability.
There were other talents and abilities, however, that did require careful shielding. The long days of summer instilled in him an almost sexual high, when he could feel contained power buzzing just beneath his skin. He had to be doubly careful not to cause candles to leap into flame just by his presence, or to start wildfires, with a glance, in the dry-as-tinder brush. He loved Reno; he didn't want to burn it down. He just felt so damn alive with all the sunshine pouring down that he wanted to let the energy pour through him instead of holding it inside.
This must be how his brother Gideon felt while pulling lightning, all that hot power searing through his muscles, his veins. They had this in common, the connection with raw power. All the members of the far-flung Raintree clan had some power, some heightened form of ability, but only members of the royal family could channel and control the earth's natural energies.
Dante wasn't just of the royal family; he was the Dranir, the leader of the entire clan. "Dranir" was synonymous with "king," but the position he held wasn't ceremonial, it was one of sheer power. He was the oldest son of the previous Dranir, but he would have been passed over for the position if he hadn't also inherited the power to hold it.
Gideon was second to him in power; if anything happened to Dante and he died without a child who had inherited his abilities, Gideon would become Dranir—a possibility that filled his brother with dread, hence the fertility charm currently lying on Dante's desk. It had arrived in the mail just that morning. Gideon regularly sent them, partly as a joke, but mainly because he was doing all he could to insure that Dante had offspring—thus upping the chances that he would never inherit the position. Whenever they managed to get together, Dante had to carefully search every nook and cranny, as well as all his clothing, to make certain Gideon hadn't left one of his clever little charms in a hidden place.
Gideon was getting better at making them, Dante mused. Practice made perfect, after all, and God knows he'd made plenty of the charms in the past few years. Not only were they more potent now, but he varied his approach. Some of them were obvious, silver pieces meant to be worn around the neck like an amulet—not that Dante was an amulet kind of guy. Others were tiny, subtle, like the one Gideon had embedded in the newest business card he'd sent, knowing Dante would likely tuck the card into his pocket. He'd erred only in that the very power of the charm gave it away; Dante had sensed the buzz of its power, though he'd had the devil's own time finding it.
Behind him came Al's distinctive knock-knock on the door. The outer office was empty, Dante's secretary having gone home hours before. "Come in," he called, not turning from his view of the sunset.
The door opened, and Al said, "Mr. Raintree, this is Lorna Clay."
Dante turned and looked at the woman, all his senses on alert. The first thing he noticed was the vibrant color of her hair—a rich, dark red that encompassed a multitude of shades from copper to burgundy. The warm amber light danced along the iridescent strands, and he felt a hard tug of sheer lust in his gut. Looking at her hair was almost like looking at fire, and he had the same reaction.
The second thing he noticed was that she was spitting mad.
Several things happened so closely together that they might as well have been simultaneous. With his senses already so heightened, the quick lash of desire collided with Dante's visceral reaction to fire, sending explosions of sensation cascading along all his neural pathways, too fast for him to control. Across the room, he saw all the candles leap with fire, the wicks burning too fast, too wild, so that the multiple little flames flared larger and more brightly than they should. And on his desk, Gideon's damn little fertility charm began to buzz with power, as if it had an on/off switch that had suddenly been pressed.
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11 of 12 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Very good paranormal romance trilogy at a bargain price,
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This review is from: Raintree: Inferno / Sanctuary / Haunted (Paperback)
Plot Summary: Two hundred years ago, two wizard families battled for supremacy, and the Raintree clan defeated the Ansara's. Like a version of the Hatfield and McCoys, their bitter feud carries over to their decedents, who still plot and guard against new attacks. Each wizard has different powers, which become more potent at the summer solstice. There are three `royal' members at the top of the Raintree clan, Dante, Gideon, and Mercy, and each story in this trilogy focuses on one sibling.
The best deal is to buy the complete trilogy bound into one book (only $10!). Each story is written by a different author, but they obviously collaborated well, because the story moves seamlessly from book to book. Book one introduces us to Dante, the `dranir' or king, of the Raintree clan. He runs a hotel/casino in Reno, Nevada, and he catches a woman with flame-colored hair stealing him blind at the card tables. Lorna Clay has always had a talent for numbers, and her ability to predict the cards coming up is child's play. While Dante is interviewing Lorna, a fire breaks out in the casino below. Dante's power is commanding fire, so he's flummoxed when the inferno rages out of his control. By tapping into Lorna's power, without her consent, he's able to get them out safely and minimize the damage. Now Dante has to figure out if Lorna is one of the hated Ansara, or a `stray' talent. In the second book we meet Gideon, Dante's brother, who is a police detective on the East Coast. Gideon has an affinity to electricity, which also backfires on him since he invariably fries any device that uses a current. His new partner, Hope Mallory, is a pain in his side, because she can't understand how he solves his homicide cases. It's simple really; Gideon can talk to ghosts. Soon a serial killer is threatening them both, and Gideon must decide how much to reveal to his lovely and annoying partner. The final story centers on Mercy Raintree and her daughter, Eve. Mercy is the psychic powerhouse of the Raintree clan, and she is also the guardian of their Sanctuary, located in the Smokey Mountains. Unbeknownst to the Raintrees, the Ansara clan is preparing to attack Sanctuary, while eliminating Dante and Gideon in a triple strike. The Ansara dranir, Judah, has claimed Mercy's death for himself, but once he meets her, secrets from their entwined past are revealed. The end comes with a satisfying apocalyptic battle between both sides, with wizard powers unleashed and blazing, and a final resolution that ties up everything like a present with a bow.
8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
With a different 3rd "book" - this would have been worthy of a lot more stars!,
By Kris "dreaming" (King of Prussia, PA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Raintree: Inferno / Sanctuary / Haunted (Paperback)
This was interesting - it was very clearly written by three different authors. I liked the first "book" very much - the second book was ok - the third, well, I wish one of the other 2 authors had written it. If you reduced to only 3 or 4 - the number of times one of the main characters thought the same thing (Mercy - "oh, he's terrible, he's evil, he is the enemy, but I love him.... blah blah blah, over and over, and over again), the last book would have ben 1/4 the size it was. Plus, the bad guy (Judah) - well, where did his turn of affections come from? He was evil and hated and the enemy, and then all of a sudden, without any motivation whatsoever, he simply changes sides? Please, given that the 3rd author clearly didn't have enough to write about - she should have explored things from his perspective and given us a reason to believe his change of heart. And she tied up some of the loose ends in such a cavalier manner that it almost wasn't worth it (I mean, really, Lorna somehow knows about Hope - when we clearly didn't get any of that connection in book one - enough so that she picks up the phone and tells Hope - "you don't know me, but we need to save Dante and Gideon and I will be there to pick you up shortly" How did that come to pass?). The further into this book I got, the more I wanted to put it down. The only thing that kept me reading to the end was that wiki didn't have a page summarizing what happened to the characters I really liked from book 1 (dante and Lorna) and 2 (Gideon). It had so much potential - getting to see the same timeline three different times could have been so cool. Instead, the third book was a total let down. I have seen reviews of Beverly Barton's other stuff - but if this was characteristic, then I think I will likely stay away from her other stuff. Linda Howard and Linda Winstead Jones, I will take a gander at some of their other stuff. Bottom line for me - this was at best worthy of borrowing from a library. Definitely not worth what I paid to Borders
1 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
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It was fast & easy. Arrived quickly. I would do it again.
The story was a good one & this is one of my fav authors. It was the saga of 3 brothers who had unusual powers and the women who complemented them. The only sister of the brothers added to the story of how they saved others from evil.
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