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Readers who relish heated passion and chilling suspense love New York Times bestselling author Karen Robards’s acclaimed novels featuring Dr. Charlotte “Charlie” Stone. A heroine with a keen mind for catching killers and a soft heart for bad boys, Charlie is back in this third sizzling paranormal romance thriller. HER LAST WHISPER Madness and murder invaded Dr. Charlotte Stone’s life when she was just a girl—and made her a woman determined to save others from the horror she survived. An expert in the psychology of serial killers, she’s faced down more than her share of human monsters. But Charlie can also communicate with the spirits of those who die violently, an extrasensory skill that has helped the FBI bring lethal predators to justice. Now, after narrowly escaping death a second time, Charlie’s ready to step away from the edge . . . before her luck runs out. Too bad Charlie is too dedicated for her own good—and too devoted to federal agent Tony Bartoli to say no when he asks her to ride shotgun on yet another risky mission. Of course, she already has her hands full with Michael Garland: the handsome, roguish ghost with whom she’s hopelessly in love—a spirit who depends on Charlie to keep him from slipping forever into the dark side of the afterlife. But in the mortal world, beautiful single women are vanishing from Las Vegas hotels at night. All signs indicate that a psychopath is on the prowl in Sin City, and Bartoli’s FBI colleague Lena Kaminsky has reason to fear that her missing sister may be just the killer’s type. In a town full of fast players and few rules, flushing out a smooth-talking stalker like the Cinderella Killer might be a loser’s game. But for Charlie, the only way to cage her quarry is to plunge back into the homicidal hell she vowed to leave behind—and may not leave alive.Praise for Her Last Whisper “A tightly written ghostly romantic suspense novel with intriguing supernatural elements and sizzling sexual tension.”—Kirkus Reviews “An absolute winner . . . explodes with both passion and mystery . . . a tale that will haunt you, providing both thrills and chills.”—Bookreporter “Outstanding . . . Robards is truly a master storyteller.”—RT Book Reviews Praise for Karen Robards “One of the most popular voices in women’s fiction.”—Newsweek “Draw a line between two extremely popular genres, mysteries and romance novels, and in the middle you will find the bestselling Robards. She merges the two worlds like no one else, deftly interlacing plot and passion.”—Albany Times Union
Her Last Whisper: A Novel (Dr. Charlotte Stone), by Karen Robards- Amazon Sales Rank: #115444 in Books
- Published on: 2015-06-30
- Released on: 2015-06-30
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.87" h x 1.08" w x 4.18" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 400 pages
Review Praise for Her Last Whisper “A tightly written ghostly romantic suspense novel with intriguing supernatural elements and sizzling sexual tension.”—Kirkus Reviews “An absolute winner . . . explodes with both passion and mystery . . . a tale that will haunt you, providing both thrills and chills.”—Bookreporter “Outstanding . . . Robards is truly a master storyteller.”—RT Book ReviewsPraise for Karen Robards “One of the most popular voices in women’s fiction.”—Newsweek “Draw a line between two extremely popular genres, mysteries and romance novels, and in the middle you will find the bestselling Robards. She merges the two worlds like no one else, deftly interlacing plot and passion.”—Albany Times UnionFrom the Hardcover edition.
About the Author Karen Robards is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of forty-six books and one novella. The mother of three boys, she lives in her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky.From the Hardcover edition.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter OneWhoever said that only the good die young had obviously never met Michael Garland.He was thirty-six years old, sexy as hell, a total badass—and dead as a doornail. Right at that moment, he was also in the process of driving Dr. Charlotte “Charlie” Stone totally around the bend.“We could be on a beach right now,” he groused, referring to the fact that she had elected to return to work rather than take the extended vacation that had been recommended after her most recent death-defying experience. His tone was light. His eyes on her were dark and watchful. He was worried about her, she knew. To tell the truth, she was worried about herself. “Sand. Sun. You in a bikini. Come on, Doc, confess: you’ve got something against fun.”He only ever called her Doc anymore when he was seriously ticked off at her. Short version: he felt she needed to take some vacation time while she disagreed. At thirty-two years old, Charlie had been in charge of herself since her early teens. She did not need a man—ghost, whatever—constantly second-guessing her decisions.Her brows snapped together.“Go away,” she mouthed at him soundlessly, after a quick glance assured her that her living companion’s attention was occupied elsewhere.Michael snorted. “Not in this life, buttercup.” One corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. “Or in this death, either.”Oh, ha, ha. But she didn’t—couldn’t—say it aloud. If they’d been alone, Charlie would have done more than shoot him an exasperated look. She would have told him to take his fun and stick it up a bodily orifice. Fun was not what life was all about. Life was serious. Purposeful. Sometimes painful. And—well, definitely not fun.But they weren’t alone. In fact, they were even less alone than he thought they were.“I won’t tell.” The agonized whisper made Charlie’s heart thump. Her fingers tightened around the pen she was holding. The (living) convicted serial killer chained to a seat on the other side of the poured concrete table from her never changed his expression. Neither did the dead convicted serial killer—that would be Michael, looking as alive as she did herself, in a snug white tee, faded jeans, and boots—who leaned broad shoulders against the beige-painted cinder-block wall to her left as he played self-appointed spectral bodyguard. Which was a complete waste of time, as she had told him when he’d insisted on following her into the interview room rather than waiting outside in the hall as she would have preferred so that she could concentrate fully on her research subject. Number one, there was no need: in this heavily guarded maximum security prison, of all places, she was perfectly safe. And number two, if something were to go wrong, if she were to find herself in danger, there was nothing he could do about it anyway. He was ectoplasm; ether; air. He couldn’t so much as swat a fly, because in this earthly plane he no longer existed. In the past, he had occasionally managed to manifest physically for the briefest of moments, but because in typical-for-him aggressive fashion he had pushed the boundaries of that until he had gone a heavenly bridge too far, he had, apparently permanently, rendered himself as insubstantial as a breath. And even if he could once again manage to manifest physically, he still couldn’t: he’d been warned that if he did, if he once again took on a corporeal aspect, the bond holding him here might very well snap like a rubber band and he would be sucked up into Spookville, as he called the purple twilighty, monster-filled place that was his immediate afterlife destination, possibly never to return.Therefore, as Charlie had pointed out to him earlier, as a bodyguard Michael was useless.And even if he wasn’t useless, even if he could manifest, there was still nothing he could do to protect her from what was currently disturbing her: the voices.The voices were all in her head.Sort of.At least, she seemed to be the only one who could hear them. Her gift, or curse, depending on how you looked at it, was that she could see/hear/communicate with the spirits of the newly, violently dead (which was how she had found herself saddled with Michael, a former subject of her research who’d been stabbed to death shortly after leaving this very room about six weeks back). But Charlie could only hear this woman. Whom she couldn’t be completely sure was real. Or dead.“When’s the last time you even took a vacation?” Folding his arms over his chest, Michael narrowed sky blue eyes at her. At six-foot-three, with tawny blond hair that didn’t quite reach his shoulders and a face and body that would make any female between the ages of twelve and ninety drool, he was one of the best-looking men she had ever seen. Too bad he was a total pain in the ass. Not to mention dead. Among other problematic things. He continued, “A real vacation, that didn’t involve work, where you just went somewhere sunny and hung out in your bathing suit and relaxed. I’m betting it’s been years. Hell, I’m betting you don’t even own a bikini. Am I right?”She shot him a look that should have singed his eyeballs. And not just because the only swimsuit she possessed was a five-year-old black one piece.“I’m right,” he concluded with grim satisfaction.“Where’s my candy?” whined the live serial killer she could actually answer without seeming nuts. Her attention instantly redirected toward her job, Charlie pulled from the pocket of her white lab coat the Hershey bar that she had elected to use as a reward (bribe) for this particular subject for responding to her questions, one of which he had answered just before Michael had distracted her. Opening the wrapper, she broke off a section and slid it across the table, then watched her test subject scoop it up and eat it with a great deal of lip-smacking satisfaction. The shackles joining his wrists clanked as he moved. He also had manacles around his ankles securing him to the floor, and a chain around his waist that was fastened to a sturdy metal ring in the wall behind him. It prevented him from rising, or getting close enough to actually put his hands on her.She might be the goat to his deceptively harmless-looking tiger, but in this controlled environment he was the tethered one.“You didn’t give me chocolate,” Michael objected. “Hell, I didn’t know chocolate was even an option.”Charlie ignored that. She was administering a simplified version of the Myers-Briggs personality test to the hulking, balding fifty-two-year-old convict in front of her. They were alone except for Michael (since he was invisible to everyone except her, she wasn’t sure he even counted) and the guard, Johnson, who periodically checked on them through the small glass window in the metal door. Outside the walls of Wallens Ridge State Prison, where they were currently seated in the tiny, windowless room next to her office, her test subject was known as the Snake River Killer. His given name was Walter Spivey, and he was a hairdresser by trade. He was also notorious as the murderer of fourteen young women whose flesh he had liked, post-mortem, to gnaw from their bones, and he had been on various death rows for the past twelve years. Two months earlier, he had been moved to Wallens Ridge for the express purpose of participating in her government-sponsored study. An apparent anomaly among serial killers, who tended to have higher than average IQs, Spivey was of special interest to her because his IQ of record was 82. Her meetings with him had convinced her that this was an error, or possibly an attempt by some psychiatrist in the pay of Spivey’s defense lawyers to circumvent a death sentence, because in many jurisdictions a low IQ was considered a mitigating factor. Whatever, it had been satisfying for her to determine that a serial killer who had at first seemed like the exception to the rule probably was not, after all. He was crazy like a fox—in other words, cunning and manipulative.A psychiatrist with her own dark personal history with serial killers, Charlie had thought she was immune to the bad vibes that the worst of them emanated.She’d been wrong. With his pale, sweaty skin and loose, damp mouth, Spivey creeped her out. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was a slender, pretty brunette like the majority of his victims, whose pictures she had seen in his file, but she didn’t really think so. Before—meaning before nearly dying had totally messed her up—being shut up like this with him wouldn’t have bothered her at all. She would have regarded Walter Spivey with the clinical detachment of a medical student toward a cadaver.Now she found that being near him made her skin crawl. The only possible solution? Ignore it. Power through. And hope it went away.“Again, please just answer yes or no,” she said to Spivey. From her calm voice, of which under the circumstances she was justly proud, to the up-twist in which she wore her shoulder-length chestnut hair, to her understated jewelry and the simple blue shirt and black pants beneath her lab coat, Charlie was to all outward appearances unflappably professional. If anxiety had caused her to chew her lipstick off when the voices had started up again just before she’d sat down with Spivey, and if there were shadows resulting from a certain amount of sleeplessness beneath her blue eyes, well, hopefully nobody would notice. “You usually place yourself nearer to the side than the center of a room.”Michael snorted. “You think he’s going to answer honestly? Take it from me, by the time you get to death row you’ve pretty much figured out that I as in introvert is bad, E as in extrovert is good. So he’s going to say no, because everyone knows that preferring the center makes him more of an extrovert, and thus closer to an E than an I. Nobody wants to fry, babe. Everybody you’re talking to in here is working every angle they can to avoid it.”Charlie didn’t know why she was surprised to discover how much Michael knew about the MBTI personality test. He was highly intelligent. Manipulating the test was something that he was absolutely capable of doing. If he knew that introversion was a mild indicator of a sociopathic personality, then she was pretty confident that he also knew that INTJ—Introversion, intuition, thinking, judgment—was the Myers-Briggs personality type most common among serial killers. She spared a minute to try to remember what Michael’s type was—she hadn’t gotten around to testing him herself before he was killed, although she knew he’d been tested before—and couldn’t; when she got back to her office, she would pull his file and check.“No,” Spivey responded with a sunny smile, and as Charlie recorded his answer, he looked pointedly at the Hershey bar. “Can I have my candy?”“Told ya.” Michael’s tone was smug as Charlie broke off another section of candy bar and slid it over. The tips of Spivey’s fingers just brushed hers. They felt soft and damp. The contact made her stomach tighten, and she quickly pulled her hand back. Michael continued, “And just so you can quit racking your brain, I scored ESFP. And that was without being bribed by chocolate.”The curious thing was, ESFP—extraversion, sensing, feeling, perception—was the exact opposite of INTJ. Absolutely not the mark of a serial killer. As far from it as a subject could possibly get, in fact. Charlie’s lips twisted. No way had that been an accident. Michael had, no doubt, manipulated the test. As she reached that conclusion, she shot him a condemning look. He grinned, a slow and devilishly charming grin that admitted everything.And just as easy as that he had her going all marshmallowy inside.Damn it. She refocused on her test subject with grim determination.“Please don’t do this to me.” The disembodied whisper came out of nowhere, snapping her right back into the Amityville Horror that her life was devolving into like a quick plunge into ice water. The terror in the voice sent chills down Charlie’s spine. Her instant, instinctive reaction was to glance at Michael, furtively searching his face to see if he’d heard it, too. If the woman she was hearing was present in spirit, even if the timing and circumstances of her death put her beyond the parameters of Charlie’s ability to see her, Michael should be able to see her, because as a spirit himself he could see other spirits in his vicinity, just like she was able to see any living, breathing human who might, for example, walk into the room.But Michael clearly wasn’t seeing whoever was connected to the voice. He wasn’t hearing her, either.Okay, deep breath. This was different. This was outside Charlie’s experience. This was a whole new facet of the freak show that was her existence. It had been happening to her only since she had died and been brought back.
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33 of 34 people found the following review helpful. I need more Garland in my life! And so does Dr. Stone :) By meigan I keep waffling between a 4 and 5 for this one. My gut and my infatuation for Garland keeps screaming 5, yet certain aspects of the book keep saying 4. We'll call it a draw and go with a 4.5, rounded up.I've adored this series from the beginning; seemingly sound-of-mind Dr. Charlotte Stone finds herself romantically entangled with a ghost. Not just any ghost, mind you. The ghost of one Michael Allen Garland, inmate of Wallens Ridge State Prison until his untimely death inside the prison walls. Charlie is a psychiatrist who works inside the prison in order to gain a fuller understanding of serial killers and what makes them tick. Michael Garland was her patient inside the prison and yes, he was in prison because he was charged as being a serial killer. Fortunately (or unfortuately, depends on how you see it), she is also able to see him after his death, where he becomes her new, invisible sidekick.What I've loved about this series from the start is the attraction Charlie and Michael have for one another, and the fact that the pairing is between two people who exist on different planes. That's quite a unique spin and despite the seemingly odd pairing, it works for me. Regardless of Garland's past and his conviction as being a murderer, Charlie knows deep inside it wasn't him. Garland is not a forthcoming fellow; he doesn't reveal much, if anything, about his conviction. She is still hell-bent on getting the truth of the his past revealed, yet Garland being Garland only offers tidbits of useless information. Both of these elements really add so much to this series, yet the latter is rather frustrating at times.While the relationship at the beginning was something fresh and exciting, I've found that after 3 book in this series it gets rather depressing after awhile. Charlie is coming to terms with the fact that he isn't flesh-and-blood any longer, no matter how real he feels to her; Garland keeps wrestling with the fact that he's head over heels in love with Charlie and would do anything to protect her, yet as an incorporeal being, he's unable to. He's also coming to the realization that even his time as incorporeal may be limited. As readers of this series know, Spookville has always been calling, but in this third installment, the call is strong. The love triangle is also something a bit different - Charlie has a flesh-and-blood, real man vying for her attention in the form of Tony Bartoli, yet her heart remains with Garland.Of course, as the is the pattern for this series, Charlie is asked to help yet again on a case involving a possible serial killer. She, Tony, Buzz, and Lena travel to Las Vegas because Lena's sister is missing. As always, Charlie's ability to see and talk to ghosts helps with the investigation, but she skirts the line between semi-normal and nutty on quite a few occasions. Despite her appearance as someone who always talks to herself and who can pull facts and scenarios out of seemingly thin air, Tony and team still keep her around :) Also in this installment, a little bit more of Garland's past is revealed. Not too much, but just enough to get a handle on who and what he was before prison. I fully expect that any sort of revelations about him will again be spread out through several more books, so don't expect too much in that regard.Bottom line - great installment for this series and be warned: the ending is a cliffhanger. I am growing tired of the cliffhanger, which is one of the reasons I wanted to take off a star. But it certainly does leave me with wanting more which I suppose is the whole point of that infernal cliffie. I definitely recommend this series, especially if you are a fan of romantic suspense with a paranormal twist. I also recommend starting at the beginning of the series with The Last Victim so you can experience Charlie and Garland's relationship from the starting point.**eARC received on behalf of the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my honest opinion.
12 of 13 people found the following review helpful. Loved it By Sparkymom Having never read this author before, I was unsure what to expect...especially since the story involved a ghost. While I do read some paranormal fiction, I usually avoid ghost stories. I won't be avoiding ghost stories any longer. Even though this book is the third in this series, and I haven't read the other two, I was totally sucked in from the very first page! I didn't feel lost and was easily able to get up to speed on the storyline and characters.About that ghost, Michael was unbelievably sexy and one of the most appealing heroes I've read in a long time. He had that alpha personality but with a great sarcastic sense of humor. I loved the passion and connection between Michael and Charlie. Charlie was totally in love with him, but she fought it throughout the book until the end. Tony was also a great leading man. He was in charge but always kind and dependable. He would not be a bad choice for Charlie if she weren't so in love with a ghost.This story had plenty of suspense and creepy occurrences as the team races to save their teammate's sister. The secondary characters were interesting and likable.The plot was very believable in a paranormal sort of way. I totally loved it and stayed up late to finish it the same day I started it. I will absolutely be reading more of this series, especially after that sneaky ending which left me dying for another.You should absolutely check out this series. I received an advance copy of this book from Net Galley and loved it!
9 of 11 people found the following review helpful. From the hot, passionate scenes, to the spine tingling, suspense filled ones, the writing is unbelievably good! By BJ's Reviews This is the third book in the Dr. Charlotte Stone series, and I have to say that the initial surprise at what a unique series this is, has yet to wear off. Combining equal parts of paranormal, mystery, thriller, humor, romance and passion, the Dr. Charlotte Stone is one of the most well rounded series, I have ever read! Moreover, Her Last Whisper is sure to keep you constantly entertained with its two mysteries and two love stories.Although it is possible to read this book as a standalone, as the immediate mystery, the identification and tracking down of the "Cinderella" serial killer is resolved, I would recommend that you read it in order. Not only does the love life of the heroine evolve over the series, but there is also an underlying mystery over whether Michael Garland, a convicted serial killer and now Dr. Charlotte Stone's ghost lover, actually committed the horrendous crimes he was convicted of which also is slowly solved over the entire series. Her Last Whisper ends in one big cliffhanger, so there will definitely be at least one other book. As of the time of this review, however, I could not find any information on when it is expected to be released, so now I'm sitting on pins and needles! This series is that good!Dr. Charlotte Stone, once targeted by the depraved "Boardwalk" serial killer who killed Charlie's best friend and her family, is no longer a victim. Instead, she became a psychiatrist who researches serial killers and now she is the hunter who hunts down these madmen. The fact that she has a gift, which allows her to communicate with the newly dead, particularly those who have experienced violent deaths, only makes her even more suited to help protect society from their deviant behavior.There is one spirit, however, that of convicted serial killer, Michael Garland, who has become quite a problem, for her heart that is. She studied him in life, and never doubted his guilt, but it wasn't until he saved her life, giving up his in the process, that she began to question Michael's crimes. Torn between her knowledge of how serial killers operate, and her unmistakeable attraction and heartfelt feelings towards Michael, she doesn't know what to do. Never mind that his time in a spiritual plane where she can still be with him is no doubt limited and, in fact, she has had to call in favors from her friend who is a psychic to help extend his time on a number of occasions when his alpha protective nature over her, not to mention his attraction to her, has gotten him in trouble. Meanwhile, there is a real, living and breathing man, Special FBI Agent, Anthony Bartoli, who specializes in apprehending serial killers, who she has teamed up with numerous times in the past to solve serial killer cases who wants to start a real living, breathing relationship with her.Her Last Whisper picks up where, Book 2 The Last Kiss Goodbye, leaves off. Namely, Dr. Charlotte Stone is recovering from the injuries that she suffered at the hands of the "Gingerbread" serial killer, who she nearly drowned helping capture. On the day she returns back to work, she is determined to stay out of danger. Two near death experiences at the hands of serial killers is enough, and Michael means to convince her that she needs to find a new line of work. When one of Tony's FBI team members, Lena Kaminsky, who she nearly died with on her last case, personally asks her for a favor to help track down her sister, who she believes has been taken by a serial killer, she has no choice but to help.This time the adventures take place in Las Vegas where a string of beautiful, young women tourists have been disappearing from their hotels. As Charlie joins Tony's team to help solve this case before time runs out for Lena's sister, Charlie also has to battle her growing feelings for Michael and the constant temptation to accept that given his limited time Tony should be the perfect man for her. Can Charlie help find Lena's sister before it's too late? Who will she decide to trust with her heart? Moreover, when she inadvertently discovers yet another one of Michael's secrets, will she be able to continue denying that he might actually be the dark troubled soul that he claims to be?I love the intensity of this series. From the hot, passionate scenes, to the spine tingling, suspense filled ones, the writing is unbelievably good! Just when you think you know which way Dr. Stone's heart is turning, or the identity of the "Cinderella" serial killer; guess again, because Ms. Robards takes you on another thrilling twist and turn.I highly recommend this series to not just paranormal romance lovers, but also to readers who enjoy thrillers, even those who do not ordinarily read romances. The psychological aspects of this novel, including the dissecting of the criminal/serial killer mind is so clever and profound, that I believe its appeal is likely to be appreciated by fans spanning many different genres. There is also plenty of heat and romance to captivate the more traditional romance reader. I can't wait for the next book in the series!
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