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Sharon Sala is a native of Oklahoma and a member of Romance Writers of America.  She is a NYT, USA Today, Publisher's Weekly, WaldenBooks mass market, Bestselling author of 85 plus books written as Sharon Sala and Dinah McCall.  She's a 7 time RITA finalist, Janet Dailey Award winner, 5 time National Reader's Choice Award winner, 4 time Career Achievement Award from RT Magazine, 4 time winner of Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence.

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Georgia—Present Day

Despite the hundreds of years that John Nightwalker had been on this earth, he had yet to feel completely comfortable wearing clothes. And from the look the female bank teller was giving him as he stood in line at the First Savannah Savings and Loan to cash a check, she would have been perfectly happy to help him strip.

John felt her gaze but was ignoring all the signals. Not only was he not in the mood for dallying with a stranger, she was wearing a wedding ring—a big no-no for him. He shifted from one foot to the other, then looked down at the two little boys clinging to the legs of the woman in front of him and grinned. The oldest one smiled back, while the younger one continued the exploration of his right nostril with his index finger.

"Hi," the older one said. "My name is Brandon Dog-gett." He pointed toward the little guy. "That's Trevor Doggett. He's my little brother." Then he pointed at his mother's backside, which John had already noticed was quite shapely. "That's my mama. Her name is Doggett, too."

When Mama Doggett realized her name was being bandied about, she glanced over her shoulder to see who her son was talking to. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw John Nightwalker's face. The smooth coffee skin, high cheekbones, strong chin and nose were telling of his Native American heritage, but it was the sexy smile and glint in his eyes that stopped her breath. She might be married, but she wasn't dead and the man was stunning.

"I hope the boys aren't bothering you," she said.

John grinned. "No, ma'am."

"Daddy calls her Lisa," Brandon offered.

Lisa Doggett rolled her eyes as John chuckled.

The low, husky rumble of his laugh made the female teller lose count of the cash she'd been dispensing. With pink cheeks and a muttered apology to her customer, she began again.

Lisa Doggett, being next in line, finally reached the teller and proceeded with her business. When they were done, the teller handed each little boy a lollipop, which they promptly peeled and popped into their mouths. Lisa flashed John a shy goodbye smile and started toward the front door with her sons in tow.

Being next in line, John moved up to the window, patiently waiting as the teller keyed in some data from her previous customer. There was a moment of silence—a soft, peaceful sound of shuffling feet and the distant murmurs between loan officers and their clients—then John felt the atmosphere change. To him, the room was suddenly stifling and charged with an anger he didn't understand.

"Sir. How can I help you?" the teller asked, but John didn't respond.

His gaze went from Lisa Doggett and her boys, who were on their way toward the exit, to the surrounding customers waiting in line. Suddenly one of the two boys cried out, then turned around and ran. John noticed a toy car in the middle of the lobby and figured it had fallen out of a pocket. He saw the mother's irked expression turn to one of quiet patience as she waited for her son's return.

His attention moved from them to the rest of the crowd. At first glance, no one stood out, and then his gaze fell on a tall, heavyset man standing in line on the other side of the lobby. He was wearing a pair of faded Levi's and a heavy denim jacket. The jacket seemed out of place, considering the outside temperature was in the high eighties. That alone immediately set him apart. The man's lower jaw jutted from his face like a bulldog's—a strong protruding lower jaw that extended beyond the tip of a nose that had obviously been broken more than once. His skin was ruddy, his hair a brittle yellow color. John could feel the tension emanating from him. He didn't know what was going to happen but sensed it wouldn't be good.

As he continued to watch, the big man headed toward a teller, walked up to the window and slid what appeared to be a white cotton bag across the counter. It looked like an ordinary deposit bag, but when the teller's face turned pale and her eyes widened in shock, John tensed.

He could see the man's lips moving, but he was too far away to hear what was being said. All of a sudden the teller's eyes rolled back in her head as she dropped to the floor in a faint. Everyone heard the thud as her head collided with the hard marble floor. The teller next to her screamed out for help as everything ground to a halt.

Wallace Deeds cursed beneath his breath, unable to believe what had just happened. In all the years he'd been doing this, he'd never had anyone faint on him before. He was a criminal, but he wasn't stupid. At this point, his best bet was to retrieve the note he'd handed to the teller and calmly walk out of the building. To his dismay, the note was no longer on the counter. It was on the floor beside the unconscious woman.

"Crap," Wallace muttered, and slid his hand in his pocket, taking comfort from the gun he could feel inside. He glanced up and around, quickly sizing up the number of people inside the bank against his need for dough. He opted for a hasty exit.

But his plan was screwed by a secretary who'd come to the unconscious teller's aid. She was on her knees beside the woman and feeling for a pulse when she discovered the note.

I have a gun. Put all your money in the bag and keep quiet or you're a dead woman.

Unaware that he'd been made, Deeds was already heading toward the door when the secretary stood up and screamed.

"Stop him! He has a gun!"

Wallace cursed and turned. The bank guard was pulling out his pistol and coming toward him on the run. Without thinking, Wallace grabbed the nearest customer by the arm and put her in a choke hold as he pulled out his own gun and fired a shot into the ceiling.

"Everyone on the floor! Now!" he screamed.

The bank guard stood his ground, still aiming his weapon and shouting, "Drop the gun! Drop it! Drop it and let her go!"

John groaned. The hostage was none other than Lisa Doggett, the young woman with the two little boys who'd been in line in front of him.

Bad move. Bad, bad move.

The young mother's panic was evident as she cast a frantic, wild-eyed gaze at her little boys. Trevor, the youngest, began to cry and started toward her.

"Don't anybody move!" Wallace roared, waving the gun at the guard, then at the kids and back again.

John knew the man was a hair's breadth away from shooting someone, whether he meant to or not, and Trevor Doggett's determination to get to his mother was putting him in harm's way. There was no time for John to think about the wisdom of his actions.

In one swift move, he pulled a knife from his boot and leaped forward, desperate to draw the gunman's attention away from the boys, his hostage and the guard with the gun, knowing full well that he was going to get shot. Knowing full well it was going to hurt like hell— but it wasn't going to kill him.

That was the edge he had over everyone else in the room. He'd faced death and cheated it countless times over the last five hundred years and had every confidence in the world that he was going to cheat it again.

When Wallace Deeds saw the movement from the corner of his eye, he swung his pistol. A man was coming at him on the run.

"Son of a bitch!" he screamed, then fired.

The shot went straight into John's chest. He felt the impact and a sharp, searing pain, but he didn't go down.

When Deeds' hostage fainted and went limp, she became a liability instead of a shield. Disgusted, he shoved her aside and squeezed off another shot. But it was the knife suddenly protruding from his chest that sent his second shot into the ceiling next to the first.

A collective gasp rose from inside the bank, followed by a silence so stark that everyone froze.

Lisa Doggett had come to and was on her knees, shielding her children with her body.

The tellers had ducked behind the counter.

The people who'd dropped to their bellies when the shooting started were staring but not moving.

No one ran.

No one spoke.

But the ones who could see were staring in disbelief at the two giants standing in the middle of the lobby—both bleeding profusely—waiting to see who dropped first.

The pistol slipped out of Deeds' hand as he reached toward the bone handle of the knife stuck in his chest. But the moment he touched it, he shuddered. Had someone poured hot oil into his chest? He looked up. People's faces were blurring.

"How…" He sighed, then staggered backward.

John groaned as he put a hand to his own chest. The warm gush of his blood was already slowing as he watched the gunman fall. Wallace's head hit the tile with a sickening crack, but he never felt it. He was already dead.

The bank guard holstered his weapon and started toward John.

Lisa Doggett was shaking, but she was alive and her children were safe.

People were getting up and yanking out their cell phones, anxious to tell their loved ones what had just happened. While on his belly, one customer had videoed the whole thing with his cell phone, and now he was in the act of forwarding it to his brother. The image of what had transpired would be all over the Internet before nightfall.

Horace Miles, the bank president, was moving through the crowd, making sure everyone was okay. When he saw the blood on the front and back of John's shirt, he gasped and yelled for someone to call 911.

John was anxious to be gone before he had to explain why the bullet hole in his chest was already nearly closed. He pulled his knife out of the robber's chest, then wiped the blood off the blade onto the man's jacket before slipping it back into the sheath inside his boot.

The bank guard reached John and took him by the elbow.

"You need to sit down, son," he said. "You've been shot."

"I'm okay," John said.

"The police are coming!" someone said.

Sirens could be heard in the distance. John sighed. He needed to leave—now. He started toward the door, but Horace Miles cut him off. Like the guard, he took John by the elbow and tried to usher him to a chair.

"Please," Miles said. "You're bleeding. Let us help you."

"I'm all right… really."

But the bank president would have none of it.

Lisa Doggett came toward him, hugging her little boys to her legs as she stared at him in disbelief.

"You saved my life. You saved all of us," she whispered. "Thank you. Thank you."

"Yeah… sure," he said, then gave in to the inevitable. He was caught now, and there was no way out of it.

The two little boys stared at him—silent now in the face of what they'd witnessed.

"Mama's okay, boys," John said softly.

Brandon nodded. "You stopped the bad man," he said.

John just winked and nodded. The pain in his chest was fading swiftly, but the sirens were also getting closer. Moments later, a half-dozen police cars were on the scene, followed by two ambulances. A paramedic team followed the police inside, then, at the guard's direction, headed for John.

He sighed. How the hell was he going to explain his way out of this?

"I'm okay," he said as the paramedics dropped their bags and began to cut off his shirt. "I said… I'm okay," he repeated, and to prove he was right, he pulled up his shirt, revealing the wound that was almost closed.

Both paramedics rocked back on their heels, staring at John and then at each other.

"Mister… how in—"

"Er… uh… I studied with the Dalai Lama," John said.

"Learned how to control bleeding and heal myself with my mind. Ever hear of it?"

They looked at each other, shrugged, and then began packing up their gear while sneaking curious looks at him.

But they weren't the only ones staring. The bank president was in shock. He'd seen the bullet pierce John's chest, seen the blood spurting, yet now the wound was nearly closed. He'd seen the other scars on John's chest, too, and was staggered by what this man had suffered and lived through.

Just when John was getting ready to leave, a skinny man in a suit followed several uniformed officers into the bank, paused long enough to question the guard, then headed straight for John, who recognized the type, as well as the badge clipped to the man's belt.

Great. A detective. Naturally nosy, disinclined to believe anything he was told. This ought to be good.

John saw him pause to look at the dead man; then he looked straight at John, who stared back without flinching.

Horace Miles stepped into the silent breach by introducing himself as the cop approached.

"I'm Horace Miles, president of the bank. I saw everything."

"Detective Robert Lee," the newcomer said, then put his hands on his hips and gave John the once-over, eyeing the bloody shirt as well as the blood on John's jeans. "So, hero, what's your name?"

Sarcasm was the last thing John expected. It made him angry. He stood abruptly, well aware that he was now towering over the skinny man's head.

"Considering the fact that right now, my chest hurts like hell, I don't appreciate your sarcasm," he drawled. "My name is John Nightwalker, and I'm not a hero. I was just in the wrong place at the right time."

Lee wanted to be pissed, but the man was right. "Sorry," he said. "That came out wrong. Let's back up and do this all over again. So, Mr. Nightwalker, could you tell me what happened?"

John pointed to the walls where a half-dozen cameras were mounted. "I could… but it appears that Mr. Miles here will be able to provide several different angles on the incident for your viewing pleasure. Suffice it to say, the man tried to rob the bank, took a woman hostage and was pointing his gun at one of her kids. I distracted him. He shot me instead of the kid. I put a knife in his chest."

Believing John had already been tended by paramedics, Lee's next thought was the weapon in question. "May I see that knife?"

John winced as he leaned over, pulled up the leg of his jeans, then pulled the knife back out of its scabbard.

The detective's eyes widened and his mouth dropped as he eyed the wicked blade. It was almost ten inches in length, with its widest point no less than three inches across. The handle appeared to be some kind of bone— maybe ivory. He frowned.

"Hell, mister, that thing's big enough to fight bears with."


Startled by the easy answer, Lee gave John a cool look. "Don't tell me you fight bears, too?"

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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
  • Publisher: Mira; Original edition (March 31, 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0778326330
  • ISBN-13: 978-0778326335
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 1.1 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (38 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #386,077 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By Elaine C McTyer VINE VOICE on April 17, 2009
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Finding out that your father is an international arms dealer for terrorists is hard, deciding to turn him in is harder, and realizing that he will kill you to keep you quiet is devestating. Alicia Ponte faces all these things and more. While on the run she literally runs into John Nightwalker a native American who is much more than she suspects.

John Nightwalker is old. He has been searching for one man or soul for all his long life and he will not be able to stop or become human again until his vow is fulfilled. When he meets Alicia he immediately thinks he has found that soul for his heart beats heavily and he senses that his enemy is near. But when he looks into her eyes he sees only an innocent soul, but he knows she is close to the enemy. After 500 years maybe she is the way to his revenge.

John's enemy has reincarnated many times but he has never been able to find him during each lifetime, but he knows that the soul returned about 60 years ago. He will stay by Alicia until he finds her father, or her father finds her.

It was an interesting story and the romance was nice. Setting the story in today's world gave it another interesting twist. Good read for the beach, or spring holidays.
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Sometimes I like to re-read books I already have so I started reading but didn't remember it -wow what a fantastic story even the paranormal was probably as real as it could get. Nightwalker was so heartbroken and enraged when in 1500 his village was destroyed by Spanish invaders into what is now Georgia. His wife White Fawn was murdered along with everyone else; he fought like a madman but the intruders sailed away. Fast forward to present day Georgia and John Nightwalker (529 yrs old) has tracked the leader of that Spanish murder through time but always missed. Alicia Ponte has discovered her father is selling arms to enemies of America like al queada and Osama Bin Laden so she takes off until she can decide what to do. Now fate has her meeting John at a gas station in Georgia but her father has tracked her with GPS on her car. John gets a vibe about this girl as a link to finding the reincarnated soul who murdered his people; maybe she is the one. He helps her get away and so the story begins. Alicia wonders about this man who helped her and her wonders if he needs to kill her since this is his quest given by the Old Ones. He is tired and wants this life to be over 500 yrs is long enough and he misses White Fawn so very much. Alicia is sick at heart about her father and now he wants her dead; John realizes she is his link to the murderer so he uses her. I was so caught up with how will these two people find each other. Also how will she get her information to the right people then will she believe John is 529 yrs old. She doesn't, she thinks he certifiable and needs help; this disappoints him but he still has his quest. She does get her information to an investigative report John knows and ball starts rolling.Read more ›
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I thought nothing could top Sharon Sala's supernatural love story 'The Healer'. That is until I discovered 'The Warrior'. From page 1, I could not put this book down. I am endlessly fascinated by anything pertaining to Native Americans and the supernatural, and this had all the elements of a spellbinding story. Heartache...action...suspense and romance. Reincarnation to me is an intriguing possibility, and Sala spun the web so effortlessly in this magical novel that slingshots between the past and present. Sharon Sala is a quality writer from any angle, but this genre in particular is her forte, and I long to see more stories like these from her. She is such a top notch author who doesn't rely on a lot of fluffiness and absurd comedy, or trashy dialogue to sell a story. Instead, she lovingly crafts her characters into those which are recognizable, realistic and intriguing. Love, love, L.O.V.E.D. IT!!
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I enjoyed this book it kept me on my toes the whole time. I just love that Sharon gives us a lot of clues yet doesn't spoil it. Good guys 1 bad guys 0 wah hoo. I really loved the dedication at the beginning very heart felt
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great book. i loved how the charecters interacted with each other. i loved the supernatural part of it to. i kind of think they got together to easy as a couple. the man and woman were just arguing alot and boom they sleep together and boom there in love. kinda to forced on that.still good story. i did not like how the female character would not believe what he told her and yet later on says he makes her think anything is believable.interesting book i must say. anyone into romance and supernatural and likes some native americans in it this is for you.
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I have never been disappointed by a Sharon Salsa book. I had only been able to find current books until I discovered Amazon book dept. I find it good for a person to believe in the impossible. Ms. Salsa gives me this opportunity.
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If you like a different type of romance with a little bit of impossible you need to read Sharon Sala's books. Of course there is a damsel in distress with a hero to save her with all of the twists and turns that go with a great romance. I re-read all of her books and enjoy them each and every time.
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