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Night Prowler #5
Montlake Romance
July 2014
On Sale: June 24, 2014
Featuring: Jacqueline "Jack" Dolan; Hawk Luna
432 pages
ISBN: 1477820108
EAN: 9781477820100
Kindle: B00GJ201VG
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DARKNESS BOUND

J.T. Geissinger

J.T. Geissinger
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Tough, smart, and seriously ambitious, reporter Jacqueline "Jack" Dolan despises the secretive clan of shape-shifters known as the Ikati—and has become determined to destroy them. After she writes an editorial arguing for their extermination and turns public opinion against them, the Ikati vow to fight back. They plot to send one of their own to seduce the reporter, then blackmail her into writing a retraction.

Women practically fall at the feet of hulking, handsome Hawk Luna, and Hawk relishes the idea of conquering and destroying the fiery redhead who's caused so much trouble for his kind. The last thing he expects is to develop real feelings for her, but their liaison awakens a hunger in him that he cannot deny. He kidnaps Jack and brings her to his Amazon jungle colony, but the two lovers are soon embroiled in deadly colony politics and threatened by a looming global species war.

As the danger around them grows closer, Jack and Hawk's forbidden passion may build a bridge between two ancient enemies—or cost them both their lives.

Excerpt

He made his way through the crowded, smoky bar, walking
slowly and with
ease, seemingly oblivious to the craned necks, stares and
whispers that
followed in his wake. Even the men were affected by him,
puffing out their
chests and raising their chins, posing and strutting as
peacocks, trying
to compete.

As if a single one could. The instant she thought it,
their eyes met.
Another of his slow, lazy smiles lit his face.

To her horror, a flood of heat and moisture throbbed
between her legs.

The urge to run away became almost overwhelming, but she
steeled herself
against it, because there was no way she was going to
allow him—or her
own, traitorous body—to intimidate her.

He slid into the booth, taking a seat across from her,
stretched his long
legs out and crossed them at the ankle, resting them on
her side of the
booth, effectively blocking her exit. They stared at one
another for a
long moment in silence, sizing each other up.

As the band shifted into another song, Jack asked without
an ounce of
warmth, “You following me?”

“I was here first, remember?” Hawk’s lazy smile deepened.
“Maybe you’re
following me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type.”

He leaned across the table, clasped his big hands
together on the scarred
wood tabletop, stared deep into her eyes and murmured,
“Tell that to your
wet panties.”