By Christina Dodd
From the New York Times bestselling writer of Storm of Shadows , Christina Dodd brings you the
Fourth in her exciting sequence, the selected Ones ...
Customers who like books by way of Christine Feehan and J. R. Ward will get pleasure from this story.
Read Online or Download Chains of Fire PDF
Best paranormal books
Nach einem Brandanschlag auf den Turiner Dom wird eine Leiche geborgen – mit abgeschnittener Zunge. Die Ermittlungen führen Kommissar Valoni, die attraktive Archäologin Sofia Galloni und die spanische Journalistin Ana Jiménez zu dem heiligen Grabtuch Christi, das in der Kathedrale aufbewahrt wird, und zu zwei rivalisierenden Geheimbünden.
The hot York Times-bestselling writer of Falling wakeful and All evening lengthy takes her lovers past the standard obstacles of the mind-and the heart-in a compulsively readable new novel of paranormal strength, deception, and threat . . . Petite, thirtysomething Clare Lancaster is a degree Ten para-sensitive-and a "human lie detector.
Long island occasions and united states this present day bestselling writer Kresley Cole’s hot story a few jaded werewolf and an enthralling younger witch within the 3rd novel within the Immortals After darkish sequence is “one for the keeper shelf” (RT e-book Reviews)! Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae extended family was once approximately destroyed while he misplaced the single girl intended for him.
Acclaimed writer Robin D. Owens returns to Celta, an international the place psychic skills and needs of the guts flourish--and star-crossed enthusiasts defy all of the odds. ..
Additional info for Chains of Fire
So he said, “At the same time . . ” She had that tone in her voice, not quite accusatory, but not pleasant, either. “I didnʼt bother. ” “If he didnʼt tell you, how did you know about the tree across the road? ” “I didnʼt know. Not . . really. But as I drove along, I started feeling that glee again. It was sick and it was mean, and I knew it was him. The farther I drove, the worse it got. ” “Yeah, I was on the run. Then . . ” “You . . ” She sounded politely incredulous. For good reason. He wasnʼt a mind reader.
Dust choked the air. The building shrieked as it buckled under the blast. Then . . then the massive avalanche moved farther down the mountain. The shaking diminished. Silence fell. Isabelle coughed, wheezed, trying to clear her lungs. Samuel lay absolutely still and quiet. His hands were numb. His legs felt as if they were attached at the wrong angle. He wanted to lift his head, but he was afraid to move. And the pain . . he had never experienced such pain, coming in waves, hot, piercing stabs of fiery agony.
The mink no longer looked like a hundred thousand dollars. Tiny pieces of castle clung to the fur; she shook it, brushed it, unreasonably distressed by the chaos. ” “Thatʼs right. Why do you think I was chosen to come on this mission? ” “I didnʼt accuse you of anything,” she said in a carefully neutral voice, but now she smoothed her gown, admiring how the resilient silk had shaken off the trauma to glisten once more. ” Her Jimmy Choo stilettos hadnʼt survived the night as well as the gown; they were scuffed, the right heel felt loose, and her toes hurt from exposure to snow and ice and cold.