"Trackers, witches, vampires, Shaman, harpies, werewolves and other shifters, Guardians, dragons, gargoyles, Druids, ogres, necromancers, demons, I'm not sure we've been introduced yet to everything in Mayer's world. Have some tissues ready when reading this book; you're going to need them since the author does a really good job of pulling the reader into Rylee's head and we're in for an emotional ride with both heartbreak and joy . . . expect some surprises!" -Top 1000 Vine Voice Reviewer
From HiJinks Ink Publishing and Shannon Mayer comes SHADOWED THREADS (BOOK 4) in The USA Today Bestselling RYLEE ADAMSON NOVELS. With over 1 million books sold, Shannon Mayer proves once again she can dominate her genre right out of the gate.
"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker."
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.
O'Shea is AWOL, and Tracking him is proving to be harder than I expected.
Not to mention the small fact that I have the Beast of Bodmin Moor chasing me across Europe, in a race against the odds, and my life as the prize.
But those things are minor compared to the secrets that finally come to light.
Secrets I wish had stayed hidden in the darkness . . . .
From HiJinks Ink Publishing and Shannon Mayer comes SHADOWED THREADS (BOOK 4) in The USA Today Bestselling RYLEE ADAMSON NOVELS. With over 1 million books sold, Shannon Mayer proves once again she can dominate her genre right out of the gate.
"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker."
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.
O'Shea is AWOL, and Tracking him is proving to be harder than I expected.
Not to mention the small fact that I have the Beast of Bodmin Moor chasing me across Europe, in a race against the odds, and my life as the prize.
But those things are minor compared to the secrets that finally come to light.
Secrets I wish had stayed hidden in the darkness . . . .
