Bound By Blood (Bound #1)(20)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Very f**king good.

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Enjoy paranormal romance? Then turn the page to check out Cynthia Eden’s sexy werewolf romance novel, NEVER CRY WOLF, available from Kensington Brava in July of 2011. Excerpt from NEVER CRY WOLF by Cynthia Eden (Kensington Brava, July 2011):

Lucas Simone definitely wouldn’t classify as handsome, but Sarah real y wasn’t the type to be swayed by a pretty face.

She was much more the I-need-a-freaking-badass-to-save-my-ass right then type.

“I should explain…” She began, clearing her throat.

“Yeah, you should.” An order.

Her eyes narrowed. “Uh, I think it’s important to note that I saved your hide back there.” Very, very important to note. In fact, she was wagering on the old wolf pack code to help her out. The I-Scratch-Your-Back, You-Protect-Mine code. He grunted. “I didn’t need saving, babe.”

“Yes, you did.” The wolf would stil be caged if it hadn’t been for her—and the folks she’d bribed. Using the last of my cash.

She needed shelter. Her growling stomach reminded her that she also needed food. And she desperately needed some serious muscle.

Her gaze dropped down to his chest.

Muscle, check.

“We haven’t had sex, lover.” He drew the last out, more like a growl instead of a word. Sarah couldn’t help it, she flushed. She felt her face heat and knew she had to be beat red. The curse of her fair skin. She always blushed too fast. “You were in jail.

They were penning a murder rap on you.” Facts that real y shouldn’t have to be pointed out to the ungrateful wolf. Come on. Where was her thank you?

“I remember every woman I’ve had sex with,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken.

His eyes, hooded, swept over her, making her cheeks burn al the more. She’d dressed, deliberately provocative, before going down to the station. Her red blouse plunged to reveal the swel of her br**sts. The short, black skirt revealed a long expanse of leg. Her sandals were smal , curved and designed more to be sexy than serviceable. He whistled slowly. “I don’t remember you.”

Right, and she didn’t buy for a minute that the guy remembered every woman he’d

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“Some women like to take things slow. They like to kiss, they like to stroke. Others like to strip, to f**k, as fast as possible.” A pause as his eyes rose back to hers. “They like it rough because they like the rush of being with a monster.”

She swal owed and took a quick step back, unable to help herself because Lucas looked very, very threatening.

“Are you one of those women?” He moved forward, closing that distance. His hand lifted and traced her cheek. “Do you like the thril of walking on the wild side?”

Her heart was racing. Her knees were knocking again—wel , okay, they’d never stopped. She licked her lips and managed, “No.”

His nostrils flared and the grin that curved his lips was grim. “Liar.”

Oh, hel . Shifter senses. Some said their senses were acute enough to catch a lie.

Not to actual y smel a lie, but to hear the jerk of an increased heartbeat, to scent the sweat that broke through the skin at a lie.

“You’re turned on right now,” he told her, voice so rough that she almost shivered,

“just like you were when we kissed outside that damn cage.”

Now what was she supposed to say to that? Especial y since the guy was right?

His hand slid down her face and his fingers curled over her throat. His palm pushed against her pulse. He didn’t hurt her, not like he’d hurt the cop, but Sarah tensed, knowing just how dangerous he could be.

I saw the photos. He’s killed before. Without remorse. Fast, brutal. I know what he can do.

That’s why she had come to him.

When a girl was caught between hel and a hard place, she needed the devil to help her out. “Who are you?” He breathed the words against her. “Not some angel come to save me in my dark hour of need…”

Hardly. She managed to lift her chin. “Let go of me, and I’l tel you everything.”

Almost everything. Okay, not even almost, but at least the important parts. NEVER

CRY WOLF—Available July 2011 from Kensington Brava

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Killer Secrets

Copyright © 2011 by Katie Reus

Eve Newman pressed her back up against one of the stone pil ars at the entrance to the Underwood’s long, winding driveway. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing here but for the tenth time in the last hour she regretted her decision to put any credence to that anonymous email. ‘Want the story of the year?

Underwood mansion. Nine o’clock. Tonight. Don’t trust anyone and don’t be seen.’

The cryptic message annoyed her. As one of the few journalists in the smal town of Hudson Creek, Texas, she’d had no choice but to fol ow up on the lead. She certainly wasn’t going to give the story to someone else.

Since she’d grown up here—and had attended a few high school parties at the mansion courtesy of Tara Underwood—she knew exactly where the security cameras were and how to avoid them. Squashing the twinge of guilt at using that knowledge against her friend’s parents, she peered around the pil ar. A bright ful moon hung high in the sky il uminating only one car. The District Attorney’s Mercedes. Made sense Richard Underwood would be home. She doubted he’d sent her the email because what could Richard be doing to warrant such a mysterious message?

Frowning, she glanced down the long street. The upscale neighborhood was quiet tonight. Stil she tucked her long hair into the thick knitted cap she’d brought and pul ed it down low on her head. Without it, her strawberry blonde hair would be like a beacon for anyone to see. Wearing al black and feeling like a thief, she gritted her teeth and sprinted toward the closest oak tree on the property. Using the darkness and shadows as her friend, she hurried toward the six foot wal surrounding the property. Her heart pounded wildly and her palms were clammy inside her gloves. She hadn’t even told her boss where she was going. But she wasn’t total y unprepared. Her Glock 33 was tucked into the back of her pants as a precaution.

As she crept down the length of the brick wal , the sound of a male voice shouting made her pause. She was right in line with the main house but the voice was farther away. Almost like it was outside, but too muted. The pool house.