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Informationen zum Autor Lora Leigh Klappentext To save innocent, young Storme Montague from the claws of Breed slave traders, Wolf Breed Styx is forced to claim her himself-on the condition that Storme will no longer be a virgin by night's end. And though Storme's defenses are up, Styx will free her-in ways she never expects. Leseprobe chapter 1 The bar was hopping, music pounding, drinks flowing smoothly and customers packing the bar area and dance floor. It was one of those country hole-in-the-walls that attracted both criminal elements as well as the upper class and everything in between. It was one of those places Storme could slide into, and her scent became masked by the dozens of sweating, lusty, alcohol-infused bodies that filled it. It was one of the few ways to hide from paranormal senses and extrasensory capabilities. It was one of the few places Storme had a hope of resting before she had to run again. And God knew, she was tired. Exhaustion was beginning to swamp her, desperation was clawing at her back, and fear was a companion she hadn’t separated from in far too long. She wanted to rest. Was there a saying about no rest for the wicked? There was. She must have been wicked in a former life though, because this life had just been spent running. “Whiskey shot and a beer,” she said wearily as the waitress came to the table. Pulling a few of the precious bills from her pocket, she slid the money to the waitress when she returned. She tossed back the whiskey, then chased the burn with the icy bitterness of the beer and blew out a slow, deep breath before looking around. The band was actually pretty good here, the lead singers sultry when they needed to be, hard and filled with desperation when the song called for it. The smell of cigarette smoke, booze, sweat and lust was so strong it didn’t take Breed senses to detect it, Storme Montague decided as she sat in the corner of the room and watched the customers milling through the large area. A human with any sense of smell could detect it. Moving to the corner of the booth, she hunched into the shadows and watched the crowd, knowing that even here there was danger. She had glimpsed it as she rushed inside and skirted the edge of the room to get as far away from it as possible. From where she sat she could see the Breeds in the far corner as the crowds shifted and moved between them. There were four, and she knew all of them. Not personally, of course, but Storme knew a lot of Breeds; she’d made it her business to learn who they were, especially when she caught them trailing her. Navarro Blaine, and this one, she knew well from Omega. He was a Wolf Breed with Asian heritage. He was tall, dusky skinned with the exotic slant of eyes and high, flat cheekbones. Black, brown and a hint of gray filled his hair, though the gray wasn’t from age, it was from the gray Wolf genetics he carried. He was dressed a bit more sophisticated than the three he was with. Black silk slacks, leather shoes and a white silk shirt matched with an expensive black leather jacket. That hair was long, falling nearly to the middle of his back as his black eyes, narrowed and intense, surveyed the room. This Breed she knew, unfortunately. He had been in Omega while she had been there with her father. If she wasn’t mistaken, he had been one of her father’s favorite creations. Several times she had heard her brother refer to Navarro with worry and fondness, and several times her father had actually stated that he could have considered the Breed a son. Her father had a daughter, but this Breed had concerned him far more than his daughter’s safety had, and for that, Storme had once hated him with a passion. Lawe Justice and Rule Breaker were Lion Breeds. Both men were extremely handsome, as all Breeds were, and rumored to be full brothers, perhaps ev...
