Heat – A Raven Investigations Novel (Book 3)
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willing to do anything to survive, even if it means war. Only one woman can
kill it…or set it free.
trade: Surrender herself to them for one week or give up a member of her pack.
She thought they wanted to study her, but Raven discovers something far
worse—murder. To save her pack, Raven must make the ultimate sacrifice…her
killed using a wild magic that’s been dormant for centuries. Tasked with locating
the one responsible for releasing it, Raven soon finds herself the prey rather
than the hunter. The more lives the magic claims, the stronger the killer
becomes. As she and her pack scramble to unravel the secrets of the coven, her
own beast starts to wake, and she’s not sure which is more dangerous…the killer
or her beast. But one thing is sure, if the coven and pack don’t learn to work
together, none of them will survive the coming storm.
bag dangling from his hand.
can also protect her during the day, then you’re stuck with me.”
on her hips. Her voodoo-style peasant shirt and multicolored skirt should’ve
made her look plain, but instead enhanced her striking coloring and bone
Why offer to feed him?”
she wasn’t going to be returning twisted through Raven. He couldn’t be allowed
to go with them. He would try to stop them. The creature was already too
interested in him for Raven’s peace of mind. Not to mention what would happen
when he discovered the truth, that she really was a monster. She couldn’t bear
to have his affection turn cold. The cut would go too deep, a mortal wound that
would forever fester. “No, he can feed off of me.”
claws into Raven’s chest for carelessly offering what was theirs. Though Raven
wanted to protest, she knew Rylan was right. It was too dangerous for both of
them. Her blood would only bind them tighter together…like a noose.
deepening his addiction, or he might not go through with the plan to eliminate
her, not if he would lose his supply as a result.
up with an excuse, and latched on the first thing that popped into her mind.
“No shifter is safe in a coven. Not too long ago, they used shifters as familiars.
Not only could they harm you, they could use you against me.”
destroy her to lose him to the witches.
that didn’t bode well. “I’m too strong an alpha. They’d never gain access to
me, not while you still stand.”
was a ploy. It had to be. Raven narrowed her eyes and called his bluff. “What
do you mean?”
head. The awesome sight of his chest distracted her. Smooth muscles beckoned her
closer. A light dusting of hair low on his stomach beckoned her to investigate
a step forward to do as bidden. She fiddled with the gloves, wanting to rip off
the leather so nothing separated them.
couldn’t decipher. “What are those?”
that must first be carved into flesh, then molten gold is poured into the
bleeding wounds. The pain is excruciating. Most people don’t survive the magic,
let alone the agony inflicted as the heated metal solidifies.”
appreciative way she eyed Durant. Her creature liked it even less. She struggled
to think of another excuse, but Durant turned and stepped into her space.
out her weaknesses and using them against her.
able to fulfill your side of the agreement, my approval is rescinded, and your
little dog, Taggert, is mine.” The witch turned her spooky eyes on Durant. “If
you go beastly without a leash around your throat, you will be put down.”
the witch. Durant adroitly stepped between them, his back to the main witch,
effectively cutting off what would no doubt have been rash words. It didn’t
matter. The creature uncurled in her body, its wrath gathering, determined to
eliminate the threat to the pack.
when the kick of power slid into him. His eyes immediately went gold. Instead
of retreating, she could have sworn his tiger purred under her palm.
both of them.
the pack remains safe.
kind. Such arrogance.
less than an animal.
it was that simple. There was a hard glint in his eyes that warned her if she
refused him, she wouldn’t like the alternative.