Oh My Gods!! What a book. Felicity Heaton is one
Phenomenal writer. she grabs you with her stories and holds
you tight till you reach the end. These stories feels like the
characters are real and she is just sharing what they told
her. I love Loke, he dose not know why he snatched Anais.
But he must save her at all costs. the vision keeps repeating,
and he dose not know why every-time he eliminates a threat
there is another in its place. When finally has the last vision
and sees who he must defeat, He as to make the hardest
decision of all to save he and he may still lose her to protect
her. warning this Book is an emotional one. so have you
tissues ready. in this book we get glimpses of possible mates
to come. Oh and Sable gets a visit in this book that will
shock the hell out of you. Now I have to shut up before I spoil this book.
I hope you enjoy this book as Much as I did.
Anais remembers meeting a handsome warrior in the heat of battle, a man who was her enemy but who looked at her with eyes that held dark heat and wicked promises. When she wakes to find that same dragon shifter has taken her captive, desire is the last thing on her mind, but escaping him to return to Archangel, the hunter organisation she works for, sounds less than appealing when he reveals the reason he took her—to stop her from dying.
Can Loke protect Anais from the dangers of his realm and how far will he go to save her from the future he keeps witnessing? Can Anais resist the fierce attraction that burns between them as hot as fire and stay true to Archangel or will her heart be taken by the dragon?
and looked him right in the eyes, refusing to let how beautiful they were
“Take me back.”
His eyes darkened and
his lips compressed into a thin line. “No.”
Fine. He wanted to do
things the hard way and she was good with that. If he wouldn’t take her back
out of the kindness of his black dead heart, she would force him to do it at
Anais slowly shifted
away from the wall of the cave, heading into the open area between the dragon
and the fire. He countered her, turning on the spot, keeping his front to hers.
A darker edge flickered in his eyes, one that warned he was on to her and knew
she intended to attack now.
“Last chance. Take me
back.” She was fairly certain that he wasn’t going to take her up on her offer.
She knew stubborn when she saw it. She looked at it in the mirror each day. In
a battle of stubbornness, he wouldn’t win.
He took a step
Anais kicked off,
lunging towards him, her eyes on the knife sheathed against his left hip.
He snatched her wrist
before she could reach it, his strong grip sending a hot bolt of electricity
arcing along her bones. She twisted her arm in his grip, turning her back to
him and coming around on his left side. She made another grab for the knife
with her free hand and he whipped the arm he held her with forwards, shoving
her away from him and making her miss her target.
His growl echoed
around the cave and she ducked beneath his other hand as he tried to grab her.
She broke free of his
grip but didn’t back off. She didn’t know what he wanted with her, but she
wasn’t going to stick around to find out. He’d had his chance to play nice. Now
she was going to play rough.
He stepped into her
and she brought her knee up hard, slamming it straight into his balls.
He grunted and
doubled over and victory flashed through her as he cupped himself, leaving his
knife wide open.
Anais made a grab for
He reacted in an
instant, his head coming up and his hands leaving his groin. In a lightning
fast move, he had blocked her attempt, knocking her hand away. She unleashed a
short noise of frustration and attacked him, swinging her fist at his face. He
blocked again, and again, stopping every punch she threw or kick she swung at
him. Her anger rose with each failed attempt to hit him, her temper fraying at
the same time.
The bastard was
It was there in his
eyes as he blocked her, always defending and never attacking. Their bright
jewel-blue depths shimmered with amusement. He knew he could stop her any time
he wanted because he was far stronger and quicker than she was.
Son of a bitch.
She growled and went
to kick him between his legs again, and he caught her shin with both hands,
stopping her. She tried to take her leg back but he refused to let go.
Anais launched a
solid right hook at him, lost her balance and almost fell. His hand on her
upper arm stopped her. What the hell? She would have thought he would be
pleased if she had landed face first on the black ground, humiliating herself,
but he had saved her.
She had the strangest
notion as she pulled free of his grip and faced him.
He didn’t want to
His self-assuredness wasn’t
the reason why he was only defending. He wasn’t doing it to amuse himself
either. He was doing it because any other course of action might hurt her.
He cemented that
feeling when she made another lunge for the knife and he grabbed her right
upper arm. The cut beneath the sleeve of her black t-shirt burned and she
flinched, biting her tongue to muffle the cry of pain that blazed up her
He quickly released
her and backed off, distancing himself.
“I am sorry.” He
lowered his hands to his sides.
Anais wasn’t sure
what to make of him, but she refused to let his behaviour sway her. He probably
wanted that. He wanted her to lower her guard.
She rubbed her arm
and he looked away from her, glancing down at the ground beside his bare feet.
Giving her one hell
of a golden opportunity she wasn’t about to waste.
She made a break for
it, her boots eating up the black ground between her and the cave mouth.
“No!” His roar
deafened her and echoed around the cave and the mountains beyond.
Strong arms banded
around her waist from behind before she could reach the exit of the cave. She
caught a glimpse of a green-black world as he lifted her off the ground—a swath
of thick forest that covered the valley below the side of the mountain she was
in and the forbidding black mountains all around her. That view disappeared as
he turned her in his powerful arms, twisting her to face him, and shocked her
by pinning her to his very solid chest.
“Do not go that way,
Little Amazon,” he husked, his deep voice strained and thick with emotion.
Anais shoved at his
chest as panic burst through her, sending her pulse racing, and her mind
screamed at her to escape his hold.
He didn’t fight her.
He turned so she was closest to the fire and set her down. The moment he
released her, she backed off, placing some distance between them again and
breathing hard to quell the dizzying rush of her heart.
He remained where he
was as she slowly pulled herself back together, towering over her, and she
found herself staring up at his handsome face. He looked as raw with emotion as
his voice had sounded. Why?
As much as she wanted
to know the answer to that question, she wanted her freedom even more.
She tried to get
around him again but he countered her each time, moving left or right to block
her path, keeping her contained in the back half of the cave, away from the
“You cannot leave.”
Those three words
chilled her to her bones and panic and fear surged back to the surface, an
unstoppable force that she could no longer control. They shook her and she
couldn’t stop them from chipping away at her strength, breaking down her
courage and filling her mind with a thousand horrific scenarios she didn’t want
to entertain but was powerless to shut out.
“What do you want
with me?” she whispered, unable to find her voice as she stilled and stared at
him, her heart hammering against her chest and her hands shaking. She curled
her fingers into fists and drew down a deep breath, trying to steady herself
when all she really wanted to do was collapse onto her knees and maybe even
cry. “Why won’t you let me leave?”
“Others cannot see
you.” He looked back over his bare shoulder, towards the cave mouth. “It is not
safe for you out there, Little Amazon.”
“It’s not safe for me
in here either.” She clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes on him.
He turned back to
face her, his expression soft and a touch wounded. Bloody hell, she wasn’t sure
what to make of him.
“What do you want
with me?” She tried again, needing an answer this time, because she feared he
intended to do something terrible to her, even when there was a part of her
heart that said it was never going to happen.
He had been upset and
had apologised when he had hurt her, and that reaction had been genuine. She
had met enough good guys and enough bastards in her life to know them apart. A
man who reacted in such a manner as he had wasn’t the sort of man who would
then resort to physical abuse.
“I want to keep you
Of course, men who
didn’t want to hurt women could also be dangerously possessive of them. He
might be the type who was acting out an obsession, a deep need to nurture and
take care of another person, despite how much it terrified that person or how
little they wanted to be there with them.
“It’s hard for me to
believe that when you kidnapped me.” She backed off another step and did a
quick scan of the cave again, checking her options.
He had left the back
of the cave open to her, which meant he didn’t think she could escape that way.
Her only option was getting past him. Her hope tried to deflate but she refused
to let it happen. She would get out of here and away from him.
It just might not be
His face softened
again and he held his right hand out to her as his blue eyebrows furrowed. Like
hell she was going to take it. He could want to comfort her all he liked, but
she didn’t have to let him fulfil that need.
A flicker of
resignation crossed his expression and he looked at his hand, smiled briefly,
and lowered it to his side. “I had to. If I had not—”
Dread went through
her like shards of ice.
“If you hadn’t…
what?” Anais couldn’t stop herself from advancing a step towards him. She
didn’t like how he had cut himself off or the flash of fear that had touched
He dropped his gaze
to the patch of ground between them and it turned distant. “Dragons have the
gift of foresight. What I saw…”
A chill ran through
her as she remembered how he had looked at her on the battlefield and how she
had felt in that moment. A deep sense of connection had bloomed inside her and
he had looked as if he had shared it, and then he had changed. The heat in his eyes
had turned to darkness that had coloured his expression, making it grim. She
had felt that same sharp stab of dread in that moment, a sickening sensation of
her life draining from her.
A heartbeat later, he
had grabbed her. No longer a man. He had been an enormous, and breathtakingly
beautiful, blue dragon. He had tucked her against the paler blue plates of his
chest, holding her gently in both huge front paws, as if he had wanted to
shield her, and then he had attacked everyone.
He had driven them
all away from her.
Because of what he
“I cannot let you
leave. Please, Little Amazon.” His blue eyes implored her to listen to him,
flooded with sincerity, hope and a dash of fear. “I will return you… when I am
sure you will be safe.”
Anais shook her head,
reeling and trying to make sense of everything. It crashed over her, muddling
her feelings and leaving her shaken.
“We were in a
battle,” she said and shook her head again. “I knew the risks. You had no
reason to save me. I wasn’t a damsel in distress. I was there to fight. Why
save me? I was… am… your enemy.”
He stared at her,
blinking slowly, unmoving as silence stretched between them. She couldn’t read
him at all. She had no clue about how he felt or what he might say. His
expression gave nothing away.
He held her gaze, his
blue eyes locked with hers. “I did it because I had to.”
“That isn’t an
answer.” She took another step towards him, growing frustrated with him and with
herself. What was she doing? Did she want him to give her an answer that would
sway her? Did she want him to say something that would make her trust him?
Hell, maybe she had
been right on coming around. She had passed out from lack of oxygen and her
brain had been starved of it, because nothing she was thinking or feeling was
making any sense to her logical mind.
Something about the
man standing before her had her throwing logic and all of her training out of
the window, and listening to her heart over her head.
Anais shut down the
softer part of herself and forced herself to focus again. She needed to get
away from the dragon and this cave, but he was right. It was probably more
dangerous out there. She needed to know what she would be up against and where
she was in Hell. She needed a plan, or she would end up in an even worse
position than she was now.
“It is the only
answer I have,” he whispered and he looked as if it didn’t make sense to him
either, but he had been unable to find another one to give to her. “I had a
vision, and I responded to it. I had no choice. It was instinct. I wanted to
went through Anais, this one not altogether pleasant either, and it frightened
her a lot more than the thought of dying.
She had seen how King
Thorne of the demons had acted around Sable, driven by instinct to protect her
at any cost because she was his fated mate. Some of the species of Hell had
such mates, a person fated for them.
One in a lifetime.
She stared at the
dragon where he stood with his back to the cave mouth, cragged black mountains
as his backdrop and the light from the fire behind her shining on him, turning
his skin golden as it flickered across his honed bare chest and arms, and his
He was every bit as
stunning as he had been on the battlefield.
A dark and alluring
warrior who spoke to her on a deep and primal level.
The sense of fierce
attraction and connection returned.
This time it filled
her head with flashes of Sable and Thorne, of how they behaved around each
other, driven by a possessive need of each other, a hunger that went beyond
mere attraction and desire, defying all logic and reason.
She refused to allow
herself to believe that the man standing before her, a dragon shifter, was such
a thing for her. He was a means to an end. A source of information. She would
bide her time, gather knowledge, and once she was ready she would escape and
return to her world, the one that made sense to her. The one filled with logic
and reason, just how she liked it.
“Swear you won’t hurt
me and that you’ll return me to my people.” It never hurt to have a few
assurances that she could use to quell her fears. He was a warrior. He wasn’t a
team player by his own admission, but warriors always had a code. He would keep
He pressed his left
hand to his bare chest and bowed his head. “You have my word. In return, you
will swear you will not attempt to leave.”
Anais nodded. “You
have my word.”
His hand drifted
downwards, drawing her gaze with it, over honed muscles that delighted her eyes
and heated her insides. His voice was rich and warm, as deep as an ocean as he
spoke to her, cranking her temperature up another few degrees and making her
forget she was meant to be afraid of him not attracted to him.
“Will you stay,
Anais raised her eyes
back to his. They were bright, spotted with gold fire, entrancing her as much
as his voice and his body.
She nodded, and for
some reason it wasn’t as reluctant as it should have been.
Heaven help her.
She wasn’t sure it
was such a great idea after all, because she was certain there wasn’t enough
willpower in the entire planet that she could draw on to stop herself from
succumbing to the desire that swept through her whenever she looked at him.
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin – Coming in spring 2015!
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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