oui c'est la cerise sur le gateau :) --------------------------------------- *SHERRILYN KENYON* *'Shadow of the Moon'?*
Angelia has fought her entire life to make herself strong. Now, with her patria under fire, she has to protect her people from Fury and his werewolf clan. Vowing to bring him to justice, Angelia sets out alone.until the hunter becomes the hunted, and the only way for her to survive is to trust the very wolf she's sworn to kill. *J.R. WARD* *'The Story of Son'?* Claire Stroughton is a beautiful lawyer who would rather spend the night with a legal brief than the man of her dreams. Then a routine client meeting turns dangerous - and deeply sensual - when she is held captive by a gorgeous man with an unworldly hunger. -------------------------- Je me demande de quel fils ça parle ????? 2008/10/8 Guitou <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Kenyon avec Ward, c'est la totale... > > 2008/10/8 marnie . <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > > ben on on l'avait pas. Merci !!! >> >> 2008/10/8, Tisha <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>: >> >>> Je ne sais pas si vous l'avez eu mais voici l'extrait de Fury dans une >>> antholgie DEAD AFTER DARK qui doit sortir en le 2 décembre prochain aux USA >>> --------------------------- >>> >>> New Orleans >>> >>> Fury Kattalakis was about to walk straight into the dragon's lair. >>> Well, not exactly. There was a dragon in the attic of the building he >>> was headed toward, but that dragon wasn't nearly as dangerous to Fury >>> as the bear guarding the door. >>> >>> That nasty sonofabitch hated his guts. >>> >>> Not that he cared. Most people and animals hated his guts which was >>> fine by him. He didn't have much use for the world anyway. >>> >>> "The things you do for family," Fury said under his breath. Though to >>> be honest, this whole family concept was still new to him, too. He was >>> more used to being screwed over by everyone around him. It wasn't >>> until his brother Vane had taken him in during the summer of '04 that >>> he'd realized not everyone in the universe was out to kill him. >>> >>> The bear, however, still was... >>> >>> Dev Peltier tensed as soon as he saw Fury step out of the shadows near >>> the door of Sanctuary- a rough biker bar and dance club that stood at >>> 688 Ursulines. Like that address hadn't been chosen intentionally by >>> the bear clan who owned it. They were nothing if not ironic. >>> >>> Dressed in a black Sanctuary staff t-shirt and jeans, the bear looked >>> human at present, complete with long curly blond hair, black biker >>> boots and a pair of sharp eyes that missed no detail or weakness, not >>> that Fury had a weakness. But for all of Dev's human appearance, to >>> those lycanthropes such as Fury, Dev's alternate form was like a >>> thrumming beacon that warned all otherworldly types Dev was ferocious. >>> >>> Than again, so was Fury. What he lacked in magick abilities, he more >>> than made up for in sheer strength... >>> >>> And FU attitude and anger. >>> >>> No one got the better of him. Ever. >>> >>> "What are you doing here?" Dev growled. >>> >>> Fury shrugged nonchalantly and decided that a fight wouldn't get him >>> inside– which was what he'd promised to do. Him... keeping a promise >>> to someone other than himself... yeah. Right. Hell was freezing over. >>> He still wasn't really sure how he'd allowed his brother Fang to talk >>> him into this act of blatant suicide. >>> >>> The bastard owed him. >>> >>> Big Time. >>> >>> "Peace, brother." Fury held his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm just >>> here to see Sasha." >>> >>> Dev bared his teeth threateningly as he raked a glare over Fury's body >>> that normally would have caused Fury to slug him for the insult. Damn, >>> his brother Vane was wearing off on him. "The Kattalakis patria isn't >>> welcomed here and you know it." >>> >>> Fury arched a brow as he looked up at the sign over Dev's head. Flat >>> black with electric blue and brown, it held a motorcycle on a hill >>> that was silhouetted by a full moon. It also proclaimed Sanctuary to >>> be the home of the Howlers, the house band. To the unobservant it >>> looked like any other club sign. But to those born cursed, like them, >>> the shadows in the moon formed the outline of a dragon rising– a >>> hidden symbol to the preternatural beings the world over. >>> >>> This club wasn't just named Sanctuary, it was one. And all paranormal >>> entities were allowed inside where no one could harm them. At least so >>> long as they obeyed the first rule of a limani: No spill blood. >>> >>> Fury tsked at Dev. "You know the laws of our people. You can't pick >>> and choose who enters. All are welcomed equally." >>> >>> "Fuck you," Dev snarled. >>> >>> Fury shook his head as he bit back his natural caustic retort. >>> Instead, he decided to handle it with biting sarcasm. "Thank you so >>> much for the offer, but while you do have a certain feminine quality >>> in your demeanor and a remarkable head of hair that any woman would >>> envy, you're far too hairy for my tastes. No offense." >>> >>> Dev curled his lip. "Since when does a dog care about what it humps?" >>> >>> Fury sucked his breath in sharply. "I could so go low with that that >>> even the gutter would envy us, but... I know what you're trying to do. >>> You're trying to provoke a fight with me so that you can legally turn >>> me away." >>> >>> He clenched his fists and he made a show of struggling with what he >>> wanted to do and what he'd promised to do. "I really, really want to >>> give you that fight too, but I have to see Sasha and it can't wait. >>> Sorry. We'll have to hump and fight later." >>> >>> Dev growled threateningly, a pure grizzly sound. "You're on thin ice, >>> Wolf." >>> >>> Fury sobered and narrowed his gaze to that of his wolf form. When he >>> spoke, his voice was low and feral and filled with the promise of >>> whup-ass that was waiting if Dev wanted to continue this game. >>> "Shut-up, sod off and let me in." >>> >>> Dev took a step toward him. >>> >>> Faster than Fury could even tense in expectation of the hit Dev was >>> about to deliver, Colt was there. A head taller than both of them, >>> Colt had short jet black hair and lethal eyes. He put one large paw of >>> a tattooed hand on Dev's chest and held him back. >>> >>> "Don't do it, Dev," Colt said in a low, even tone. "He's not worth it." >>> >>> Fury should probably be insulted, but the truth had never bothered >>> him. "He's right. I'm a worthless bastard fathered by a bastard even >>> more worthless than I am. You definitely don't want to have your >>> sanctuary license pulled over the likes of me." >>> >>> Dev shrugged Colt's touch away which caused the sleeve of his shirt to >>> pull up and expose his double bow and arrow tattoo on his arm. >>> "Whatever. But we're watching you, Wolf." >>> >>> Fury gave him a one fingered salute. "Then I'll try not to piss on the >>> floor or hump the furniture..." He glanced down at Dev's black silver >>> studded boot. "Your leg though might be another matter." >>> >>> Dev growled again while Colt laughed and tightened his hold. >>> >>> Colt indicated the door with a jerk of his chin. "Get your ass inside, >>> Fury, before I decide to feed you to him." >>> >>> "I'm seriously not worth the indigestion." With an antagonistic wink >>> at Dev, Fury sauntered past them to enter the bar where the music was >>> loud and pumping, something that made the wolf in him want to whine in >>> protest as it assaulted his heightened hearing. >>> >>> Since Colt was one of the Howlers, they weren't on stage yet. But >>> there was already a good sized crowd gathered. Tourists and regulars >>> were dancing or milling about on the first level of the three story >>> bar. No doubt it was just as crowded on the second floor too. The >>> third floor, however, was reserved for their kind only. >>> >>> Fury tucked his hands into his back pockets as he moved through the >>> people. It was easy to spot the bikers from the others since many of >>> them were old school and covered in leather. The younger, hipper crowd >>> wore nylon or Aerostitch suits like his while the tourists and college >>> kids wore everything from short skirts to khaki pants to jeans. >>> >>> As Fury passed the tables where customers could sit down and eat, he >>> caught the gaze of the beautiful blond waitress who just happened to >>> be the sister of the asshole outside. >>> >>> Aimee Peltier. >>> >>> Like her brother Dev, her long hair was blond and she was tall and >>> thin. Lithe. All in all very attractive except for the fact that when >>> she went to bed at night she turned into a bear. He shuddered at the >>> thought. His brother's taste in women left a lot to be desired. >>> >>> Aimee froze the moment she saw him. >>> >>> He subtlety indicated the bar with his eyes to let her know he had a >>> message for her. She was the real reason he was here, but if any of >>> her numerous brothers found that out, they'd both be dead. >>> >>> So he continued on his way to the bar where three bar tenders were >>> making drinks. Since Dev was one of a set of identical quads, Fury >>> felt like he was seeing double as another Bear came over to him. The >>> only reason he could pick out Dev from his other three identical >>> brothers was from the tattoo on his arm. With the other three, well, >>> he really didn't give a rat's ass about who it was. >>> >>> The quad narrowed his eyes threateningly. "What you want, Wolf?" >>> >>> Nonchalant, Fury sat down. "Tell Sasha I need to see him." >>> >>> "Why you need to see him?" >>> >>> Fury gave him a droll stare. "Wolf business and the last time I >>> sniffed, which I'm trying real hard not to do cause the stench of you >>> assholes is rough on my heightened senses, you're a bear. Grab his >>> hide and send it over." >>> >>> "Do you have to piss off everyone you meet?" That soft voice went down >>> his spine like a caress. >>> >>> He turned to find Margarite Neely standing beside him. Tiny and human, >>> Margery had one of the finest posteriors he'd ever seen on a woman. >>> But therein was the problem. She was human and he had a hard time >>> relating to that breed or any breed for that matter. Social skills >>> were so not his forte. Like Margery had pointed out, he tended to piss >>> off anyone dumb enough to come near him. Even when he didn't mean to. >>> >>> "It's a congenital habit that serves me well most days." >>> >>> Laughing, she held a bottle of beer out toward him. >>> >>> Fury shook his head, declining the offer. That stuff on his >>> tastebuds... nasty. He frowned at her. "I'm surprised to see you down >>> here." She was the nurse for the Peltiers and he normally only saw her >>> when he was injured and in need of care. As a rule, she avoided the >>> bar area and stayed in the hidden hospital that was attached to it. >>> >>> She took a swig of beer. "Yeah, but there's some bad mojo going down. >>> I had to have a drink to steady my nerves." >>> >>> Since he'd never known her to drink, that intrigued him. "What kind of >>> bad mojo?" >>> >>> Sasha joined them and answered for her. "There's a Litarian in Carson's >>> office." >>> >>> Fury scowled at Sasha whose face was pale. If he didn't know better >>> he'd think the wolf was shaken. "Yeah, so? There's a lot of shit in >>> his office most days." Carson was the resident doctor and veterinarian >>> that all the Were-Hunters in New Orleans went to when they were in >>> need of medical service. The fact that he had a lion in his hospital >>> shouldn't even cause an eyebrow to raise. >>> >>> Margery shook her head at him. "Not like this, Fury. He can't turn >>> human or use his magick." >>> >>> Now that was shocking. "What did you say?" >>> >>> "The Arcadians hit him with something," she said in a low tone as if >>> afraid of being overheard. "We don't know what. But it drained his >>> powers instantly. He can't even project his thoughts to his mate." >>> >>> Fury couldn't breathe at the thought of that happening. Even though >>> his base and primary form was that of a wolf and he lacked a lot of >>> magick control, he still couldn't imagine what it would be like to >>> live entirely as an animal. "And you're sure he's not a regular lion?" >>> It was a stupid question, but one that had to be stated. >>> >>> They both gave him a duh stare. >>> >>> Fury held his hands up in surrender. "Just checking. You guys could >>> have had an aneurysm or something." >>> >>> Margery took a deep draught of her beer. "It's been a bad day." >>> >>> "Yeah," Sasha agreed, taking the bottle from her and duplicating the >>> gesture. "We're all rattled by it. Imagine minding your own business >>> and having a tessera come out of nowhere, pop your ass with something >>> we can't identify and then losing yourself forever." >>> >>> Fury let out a long breath. "I saw that movie once. It sucked." >>> >>> Sasha bowed his head sheepishly as he remembered Fury's past. "Sorry, >>> Wolf. I didn't mean anything by it." >>> >>> No one ever did. Yet it stung regardless of intent. >>> >>> "You needed to see me?" Sasha asked, changing the subject. >>> >>> Fury checked his peripheral vision to make sure none of the bear clan >>> were nearby. Then he gave a pointed look at Margery. "We have a bit of >>> Wolf business, if you don't mind." >>> >>> "It's all right. I need to get back upstairs anyway. The Litarian's >>> mate had to be tranqed earlier and she should be coming out of it any >>> moment." She stepped past him to slap the bar to get the Bear's >>> attention. "Remi, give me one more bottle and I'm back to work." >>> >>> Fury choked at her words. "Glad I'm not the patient today." >>> >>> Margery gave him a chiding glare. "It's for Carson." >>> >>> He snorted. "And I repeat what I said. Just what I need, a bunch of >>> drunk fucks working on me." He met Sasha's amused expression. "Remind >>> me not to do anything stupid tonight. Oh wait, I'm here. Too late for >>> that warning, huh?" >>> >>> Sasha ignored that question as he crossed his arms over his chest and >>> shifted his weight to one leg. "What do you need, Fury? We're not >>> exactly friendly." >>> >>> Fury led him a few feet away from where Remi was handing off another >>> bottle of beer to Margery. "I know, but you're the only wolf the >>> Peltiers aren't suspicious of and the only one I could trust to get >>> this to Aimee." He palmed the small note into Sasha's hand. "Make sure >>> you wipe your ass with it or something to get the stench of Fang off >>> it. I did what I could, but he's pretty fragrant." >>> >>> Sasha looked less than pleased by the request. "You know the last time >>> I involved myself in subterfuge, I was mortally wounded and branded, >>> and saw my entire clan put down over it. Take my advice and don't let >>> your brother drag you down with him." >>> >>> "Yeah, but I'm not stepping in between two gods." Which was what had >>> almost gotten Sasha killed. "I'm just doing a favor for my brother." >>> >>> "That's what I told myself too. But the problem with family, they get >>> you into shit and then abandon you to it. Or worse, get themselves >>> killed off." >>> >>> It was true and he knew it. But he owed Vane and Fang for welcoming >>> him in when no one else ever had. >>> >>> For his brothers alone, he was willing to die. >>> >>> "So will you give her the note?" >>> >>> Sasha ground his teeth. "I'll do it. But you owe me." >>> >>> Actually Fang owed him, but... they were brothers and for the first >>> time in his life, he understood what that meant. "I know and I really >>> appreciate it." >>> >>> Sasha slid the paper into his back pocket. "You know what really kills >>> me over this is that I've never seen two animals act more human. What >>> kind of Romeo Juliet bullshit are they playing anyway?" >>> >>> Fury shrugged. "Hell if I know. He says she's the only one who >>> understands him. Given the girly way he's been acting lately, I >>> actually agree with that cause I definitely don't get any of it. If he >>> starts wearing lipstick and pink, I vote we take him out and shoot >>> him. Put his whiny ass out of my misery." >>> >>> -- --- >>> Tisha http://www.ireadromancesowhat.com >>> Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the >>> morning, >>> Satan shudders & says... "Oh shit....she' s awake!!' >>> >>> >>> >>> -- Tisha http://www.ireadromancesowhat.com Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders & says... 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