merci cocotte!!! 2008/10/8 Tisha <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> 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... 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