From J. Kenner, the New York Times bestselling author of Release Me and Claim Me, writing as J. K. Beck
Seven innocents have been brutally murdered in Los Angeles, yet the Shadow Alliance has no suspects and no leads. As the body count mounts, the age-old feud between vampires and werewolves threatens to explode.
Lissa Monroe—a strong-willed, ravishing succubus who entices men to surrender their souls—agrees to go undercover for the Alliance. Her mission: infiltrate the mind of werewolf leader Vincent Rand, a ferociously alluring enemy who exerts a powerful hold over her. As the City of Angels teeters on the brink of apocalypse, these two adversaries must join together in order to survive an even more lethal enemy hidden in plain sight.
BONUS: This edition contains an excerpt from When Wicked Craves .
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|Title of Philosophy eBook: When Pleasure Rules||Series: Shadow Keepers, , #2|
|Release Date: 09-28-2010|
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When Pleasure Rules
The shadowed moon hung low in the Parisian sky, thin fingers of dark clouds obscuring its feeble glow.
Only 72 percent waxing gibbous. Not enough to wrench the wolf within free, but more than sufficient to wake it.
A dozen years ago, Rand wouldn’t have known a lunar phase from a lunatic fringe. Now those phases burned in his blood, his power and strength growing with the moon.
Within, the animal writhed, ready to hunt. Ready to end this thing.
He made no noise as he followed the Avenue des Peupliers toward the Avenue Neigre in the Cimetière du Père Lachaise. On either side of him, the houses of the dead rose in the moonlight, their smooth stone surfaces gleaming.
He slid into the shadows and closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the night surround him, the scents find him. He’d been a soldier before the change, first on the streets of Los Angeles, later in Saudi, in Bosnia, in the Middle East. A kid who’d protected his turf. A soldier who’d targeted enemies of the state.
He remained a hunter now. A wolf stalking its prey.
The change had intensified his senses and augmented his strength. He could see now regardless of the level of illum, with his own eyes instead of the night optics he’d trained with so many years ago. But this enemy could do the same, so the darkness gave him no advantage. But the moon remained his ally, and even at only 72 percent, he could hear the softest whisper, could catch the faintest scent. The brush of wind over wood. The scurrying of insects. The scent of rotting corpses.
He opened his eyes, twisting his head as he caught the para-daemon’s earthen...