The Order of Chaos
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by Rhonda L. Print
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: One man possessed her heart. The other possessed her soul. Both had betrayed her. Leah Wolfe, a federal agent for SINS, Supernatural Investigations of Non-Human Species, is determined to move on with her life and master her own gifts, including the ability to speak to the souls of the dead. Her ex-fiancé, Joaquín Wildhorse, was unable to accept her gifts and gave himself to another. Ian Nightwalker was more than willing to soothe her broken heart and use her abilities to seek vengeance on his enemies. With a prominent member of The Marquis, the vampire ruling council, intent on coming to Leah's hometown, the threat of Chaos touching everyone she loves brings her down a path that leads to Joaquín Wildhorse and Ian Nightwalker once again. Is Leah willing to risk her heart again to save the small desert town she loves?
eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: October 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [402 KB]
Reading time: 262-367 min.
A tingle creeps down your spine; you look around, searching the shadows.
Someone is watching you.
The menacing gaze upon your back raises the hair at the nape of your neck. You turn, eyes frantically scanning the empty street behind you.
Only the still dark of night greets you.
People see what they want to see--know what they are comfortable knowing. Anything that doesn't fit into their neat little box of idealism they label as unnatural, evil.
Dark things exist amid the shadows.
They are real.
They are watching.
They always have been.
* * * *
I ducked to avoid the fist aimed at my face then spun to land my own punch in his gut. I heard a grunt that let me know I'd put a decent amount of force into it. I reveled in my satisfaction too long, long enough for him to shift my weight off him.
I rolled a couple of times to attempt to put some distance between us, but he had the advantage now and used it to pin me under him. I was trapped and staring at his groin. He did not look unhappy to be in this position. Damn, did everything turn guys on?
"Pig," I grunted, despite the strain on my chest.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied with a wicked grin.
I twisted and bucked but he kept the full force of his weight across my chest. I couldn't get my arms around him to hit him in the balls so I jerked my head to the side and bit his thigh hard enough to leave a mark through the denim of his jeans. He snarled and loosened his hold enough for me to roll and jump to my feet.
I felt my mouth curve up at the edges in a smile but kept my focus on the angry man in front of me. I dropped low to avoid the coming blow and swept my leg out to knock my attacker on his ass. I rolled over him, pinning his shoulders with my knees.
"If you wanted to be in this position," he sneered, "all you had to do was ask."
I stood and stepped away while he laughed. "Damn, is that all men ever think about?"
He jumped to his feet like he had springs in them and pushed me across the floor and into the wall with enough force to knock the wind out of me. I slid to the floor.
"Fuck!" Training sucks!
Donovan Rourke stood above me with his hand outstretched to help me up. I lifted my hand, grasped his and kicked his feet out from under him. He hit the ground hard.
"That was a cheap shot, Leah," he gasped.
"Vampires don't fight fair, Donovan." I smiled widely. "You would do well to remember that."
I stepped back as Donovan lifted himself off the floor. I wasn't giving him the same chance he'd just given me by offering to help him up. I'd end up on my ass and I knew it.
Donovan rose to his full six-feet plus and wiped the sweat from his brow. His dark brown hair stuck to his face while small drops of sweat beamed on his forehead. He loosened the ties on his boxing gloves with his teeth and pulled the first one off. "I'm done, let's get a drink."
"No thanks." I started pulling my own gloves off while walking toward the women's locker room.
"Leah, you have to eat, right?"
I turned back to him. He was still breathing heavily, making his chest rise and fall and expanding the full breadth of his wide stance. Sweat glistened off his body, threatening to spill into his clear green eyes. "Yeah, I have to eat." I relented. "Give me fifteen minutes then I'll meet you in the mess."
He laughed, a sudden sound in the otherwise quiet room. "You're the only woman I know who can be showered and dressed in fifteen minutes." He shook his head, smiling. "You're one a kind, Leah."
I dropped my gloves in the bin next to the locker room as I pushed the door open. "So I've been told, Donovan."