Tempted Tigress
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«Sieks’ta. Thank you.» He filled his mental tone with genuine respect and was rewarded by the instant muting of his body’s pain. With a bow to the Eye of Truth, he strode towards the massive carved wooden doors at the end of the Hall of Tairen and tore down his weaves.
«Marissya.» He sent the call to the Fey’s strongest living shei’dalin even as he reached out with Air to swing open the Hall’s heavy doors before him. The Fey warriors guarding the door to the Hall of Tairen nodded in response to the orders he issued with swift, flashing motions of his hands as he strode by, and the flurry of movement behind him assured him his orders were being carried out.
«Rain?» Marissya’s mental voice was as soothing as her physical one, her curiosity mild and patient.
«A change of plans. I’m for Celieria in the morning and I’m doubling your guard. Let your kindred know the Feyreisen is coming with you.»
Even across the city, he could feel her shocked surprise, and it almost made him smile.
Half a continent away, in the mortal city of Celieria, Ellysetta Baristani huddled in the corner of her tiny bedroom room, tears running freely down her face, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The nightmare had been so real, the agony so intense. Dozens of angry, stinging welts scored her skin… self-inflicted claw marks that might have been worse had her fingernails been longer. But worse than the pain of the nightmare had been the helpless rage and the soul-shredding sense of loss, the raw animal fury of a mortally wounded heart. Her own soul had cried out in empathetic sorrow, feeling the tortured emotions as if they had been her own.
And then she’d sensed something else. Something dark and eager and evil. A crouching malevolent presence that had ripped her out of sleep, bringing her bolt upright in her bed, a smothered cry of familiar terror on her lips.
She covered her eyes with shaking hands. Please, gods, not again.
IMMORTALS
THE DARKENING
ROBIN T. POPP
A werewolf and bounty hunter, Lexi is badass to the bone. She has no problem protecting herself in the seedy vampire clubs of Manhattan. Until the Immortal she tries to summon actually appears. It isn’t the intricate tattoos around his well-defined muscles that intimidate her; it is the raw power she sees shimmering in his golden eyes, power mingled with lust. Though she longs to give in to the pleasure he promises, they first have a curse to break, a brother to find, and a legion of vampires to prevent from joining… The Darkening.
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Jade Lee
Children of mixed races have their own set of rules. As the daughter of a Shanghai native and a staunch Indiana Hoosier, Jade Lee struggled to find her own identity somewhere between America and China. Her search took her throughout Asia and the United States. In the end, the answer was found not only at home, but in her head. Her imagination has allowed her to explore pre-Communist China in her Tigress series, paranormal energy and werewolf fun in her Crimson City book, and of course, the amazing power of love in them all.
Jade’s other joys include playing racquetball, rollerblading with a very large golden retriever, and watching her two daughters play volleyball. She loves getting mail from her readers, so please e-mail her at jade@jadeleeauthor.com, or visit her on the Web at www.jadeleeauthor.com.