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Informationen zum Autor Susan Sizemore is a bestselling author, and lives in Minnesota. She has gained a huge following for her books. Visit her website at www.susansizemore.com Klappentext The bestselling author of "Primal Needs" delivers a sizzling new romance set in her thrilling contemporary paranormal world. Original. Leseprobe Chapter One “You realize that the purpose of terrorism is theater,” Tobias Strahan said to the Clan leaders. “It’s not so much what our enemies have done to hurt us that they care about, but how we react to it that they’re counting on.” Francesca Reynard smiled at the Prime’s superior tone. She wondered if the Matri Council was going to let him get away with lecturing them or if the commander of the Dark Angels was about to get his ears boxed. She waited in the council room to see what would happen next. She wasn’t supposed to be there and this wasn’t a conversation she was supposed to hear. A small rebellion, but she’d take any kind she could get. Petty, aren’t you? The telepathic voice in her head was Strahan’s, speaking even more arrogantly to her than he had to the respected Clan leaders. Primes were supposed to be arrogant, and she normally found them easy to ignore. But not this one. It’s a hobby , she thought back at him. Along with petulance and pride, but then everyone knows Flare Reynard’s hobbies. She’d learned to accept the nickname and had earned the reputation that went with it. I am reputed to be bitchy , she pointed out, then raised the mental shields that kept polite vampires out of each other’s heads. She saw the faintest of shrugs from him. Though she could ignore his mind, she was female, so she couldn’t help but run her gaze appreciatively over the fine figure of an overgrown Prime that he was. He certainly was a big boy. Big hands, big feet, very tall. Muscular, with a tight ass and narrow waist in perfect proportion to his extra-wide shoulders. He was considered the best-looking Prime of his generation, but she liked that the perfection was slightly marred by ears that stuck out a little from a back view. The Matris bridled and glared at the Prime; most were as offended as he’d intended for them to be. But Lady Juanita Wolf laughed. “We’ve been involved in deadly games with the hunters for generations,” she reminded Strahan. “But they’ve never publicly attacked us before,” Lady Anjelica Reynard said. “Never set us up to be found out by the media.” Strahan nodded. “We can’t afford to react in the classic manner. They’re counting on that. They want to post videos of your people on YouTube, to get news crews camped outside your homes. Because outing us is the best way to destroy us.” “I can almost understand mortal vampire hunters attacking like this,” Lady Cassandra Crowe said. “But you haven’t convinced me that one of our own is a traitor, that information is being passed from inside our own community. There is absolutely no reason.” “I think I know the reasons,” Strahan said. “We’ve heard enough on the subject already,” Lady Serisa Shagal said firmly. Los Angeles was Shagal territory, this was her Citadel, and she felt that the defense against the threat to her Clan should be hers to handle. But she had agreed to Strahan’s demand to cede emergency powers to the Dark Angels since the attacks were on all supernatural groups, not just Clan vampires. There had been arson and bombings committed against vampires and werefolk all over Southern California, including trouble at the medical clinic here in Los Angeles. The Angels were a multispecies special forces group who answered only to Strahan, who had formed his unit in anticipation of these sorts of attacks. Francesca admired his confidence in the face of so many Clan Matris. He’d walked into thei...
