Midnight Awakening (The Midnight Breed, Book 3)
Lara Adrian
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 0553589393
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Book 3 in the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling Midnight Breed vampire romance series
With a dagger in her hand and vengeance on her mind, Darkhaven beauty Elise Chase prowls Boston's streets in search of retribution against the Rogue vampires who took from her everything she cherished. Using an extraordinary psychic gift, she tracks her prey, well aware that the power she possesses is destroying her. She must learn to harness this gift, and for that she can turn to only one man--the deadliest of the Breed warriors, Tegan.
No stranger to loss, Tegan knows Elise's pain. He knows fury, but when he slays his enemies it is with ice in his veins. He is perfect in his self-control, until Elise seeks his aid in her personal war. An unholy alliance is forged--a bond that will link them by blood and vow--and plunge them into a tempest of danger, desire, and the darkest passions of the heart. . . .
to enjoy. Hear me. At first Dylan didn’t see the woman, only heard the broken-static sound of her spectral voice. But then, a flash of white caught her eye. She was farther up the incline, standing on a ridge of stone halfway up one of the steep crags. Follow me. “Bad idea,” Dylan murmured, eyeing the tricky slope. The grade was fierce, the path uncertain at best. And even though the view from up there was probably spectacular, she really had no desire to join her ghostly new friend on the
pulled open the unlocked door. Snowflakes swirled ahead of her into the gloomy vestibule that reeked of mildew and old cigarette smoke. The Minion stood near a bank of mail slots, one shoulder leaning against the wall as he flipped open a cell phone like the ones they all carried—the Minions’ direct line to their vampire Master. “Shut the fucking door, bitch!” he snapped, soulless eyes glinting. His brows dropped into a scowl as Elise moved toward him with swift, deadly purpose. “What the hell
trailing pattern of dermaglyphs that quite obviously continued all the way down to his naked, swelling groin. He wore nothing beneath, she realized in a state of instant panic. “Please,” she gasped. “Tegan, please. Will you…leave them on?” He didn’t reply, but he slowly pulled the denim back together and dragged the zipper up. She couldn’t help noticing that the button at the top stayed undone, baring a small vee of his smooth tawny skin. “That’s the only request you get tonight,” he said in a
that streaked down her fair skin. He caressed her face, letting his thumb brush across her lips. It was all too easy to recall how sweet her mouth had been, pressed against his wrist. How heated her tongue had been when she lapped at him, drawing strength from his blood. How the feel of her body, hungry and writhing next to his, had inflamed him. He wanted that again, with a ferocity that stunned him. “Tegan, please…don’t.” Elise sighed, closing her eyes as if she knew the direction of his
reputation was simply stated fact. But while he could give a shit what others thought of him, it irked him that Elise looked at him now in fear. The last time he’d seen the female, he’d shown her nothing but kindness, deference paid the young Darkhaven widow out of respect for what she was going through. It hadn’t hurt that she was a breathtaking beauty, as fragile as a frost flower. Some of that fragility was gone now, Tegan noted, seeing the lines of muscle definition in her bare calves and