Chapters (18)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- House of the Rising Son
- Phantom Lover
- Winter Born
- A Dark-Hunter Christmas
- Until Death We Do Part
- A Hard Day’s Night Searcher
- Shadow of the Moon
- Fear the Darkness
- Where Angels Fear to Tread
- Love Bytes
- Santa Wears Spurs
- Redemption: A Bonus Scene from The Guardian
- Also by Sherrilyn Kenyon
- About the Author
“I can’t believe you were going to call me a liar and take my place under the guillotine. Next time I try to save you, woman, you better stay saved.”
She laughed, then nipped at his chin. “I shall promise to behave, on only one condition.”
“And that is?”
“That you bond your life force to mine.”
He scowled at her. “Why is that so important to you?”
She swallowed against the lump in her throat. “Don’t you know?”
“No.”
“Because I love you, Wolf, and I don’t ever want to spend another day in this life without you. Where you den, I den, and when you die, I die, too.”
Fury looked up at her in disbelief. In all his life, he’d only ever wanted one thing.
And Lia had just given it to him. A woman he could love and depend on.
“For you, my lady wolf, I would do anything.”
Anglia smiled as she felt him growing hard again. Kissing his hand, she knew that this time they wouldn’t just have sex. This time they would be joined throughout all eternity.
Fear the Darkness
Fear the Darkness
New Orleans, 2007
Nick Gautier was finally home.
And he was pissed. As the taxi wended its way from the airport in the midmorning traffic toward his Bourbon Street home and he saw the scars that were still left by the hurricane Katrina, his blood literally boiled.
How could this have happened? Closing his eyes, he tried to blot out the boarded-up windows and fallen signs. The white FEMA trailers. The malls and stores that were in shambles. But those images were replaced by the news feeds he’d seen of victims stranded on rooftops, of fires burning, of rioting in the streets.…
Nick couldn’t breathe. New Orleans was his home. His touchstone. This city had birthed him. She was his lifeblood and the soul he’d sold to be reborn. And in one heartbeat, she’d been torn asunder. Crippled.
Never in his life had he seen anything like this.
Growing up here, he’d lived through numerous hurricanes over the years. They hadn’t had the money to evacuate like most people for the worst storms so he and his mom would get into her broken-down red Yugo or Mennie’s Taurus and drive up to Hattiesburg, Mississippi, where they would camp out in a grocery store parking lot, eating Deviled Ham sandwiches on stale bread with mustard packets, until it was safe to return. Somehow his mother had always made those days fun and adventurous, even when they were hunkered down in the car during tornado warnings.
After the storms cleared, they’d come home to a sight similar to what he saw now, only on a lesser scale, but within a few weeks’ time, everything would be back to normal.