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  Praise for Christine Feehan

  ‘After Bram Stoker, Anne Rice and Joss Whedon, Feehan is the person most credited with popularizing the neck gripper’ Time magazine

  ‘The queen of paranormal romance’ USA Today

  ‘Feehan has a knack for bringing vampiric Carpathians to vivid, virile life in her Dark Carpathian novels’ Publishers Weekly

  ‘The amazingly prolific author’s ability to create captivating and adrenaline-raising worlds is unsurpassed’ Romantic Times

  New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan has had over thirty novels published and has thrilled legions of fans with her seductive Dark Carpathian tales. She has received numerous honours throughout her career, including being a nominee for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA and receiving a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times, and has been published in multiple languages and in many formats, including audio book, ebook and large print.

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  By Christine Feehan

  Dark Carpathian series:

  Dark Prince

  Dark Desire

  Dark Gold

  Dark Magic

  Dark Challenge

  Dark Fire

  Dark Legend

  Dark Guardian

  Dark Symphony

  Dark Melody

  Dark Destiny

  Dark Secret

  Dark Demon

  Dark Celebration

  Dark Possession

  Dark Curse

  Dark Slayer

  Dark Peril

  Dark Predator

  Dark Storm

  Dark Wolf

  Dark Blood

  Dark Ghost

  Dark Promises

  Dark Nights

  Darkest at Dawn (omnibus)

  Sea Haven series:

  Water Bound

  Spirit Bound

  Air Bound

  Earth Bound

  Fire Bound

  GhostWalker series:

  Shadow Game

  Mind Game

  Night Game

  Conspiracy Game

  Deadly Game

  Predatory Game

  Murder Game

  Street Game

  Ruthless Game

  Samurai Game

  Viper Game

  Spider Game

  Drake Sisters series:

  Oceans of Fire

  Dangerous Tides

  Safe Harbour

  Turbulent Sea

  Hidden Currents

  Leopard People series:

  Fever

  Burning Wild

  Wild Fire

  Savage Nature

  Leopard’s Prey

  Cat’s Lair

  Wild Cat

  The Scarletti Curse

  Lair of the Lion

  COPYRIGHT

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  All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 by Christine Feehan

  The moral right of the author has been asserted.

  Extract from Shadow Rider copyright © 2016 by Christine Feehan

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  Fire Bound

  Table of Contents

  Praise for Christine Feehan

  About the Author

  By Christine Feehan

  Copyright

  Dedication

  For My Readers

  Acknowledgments

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  8

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  Shadow Rider

  For Barbara King,

  a woman I’ve always loved, admired and looked up to.

  I can imagine you going from country to country

  with assassination in mind!

  We’d have a darn good time!

  FOR MY READERS

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  With any book there are many people to thank. In this case, the usual suspects: Domini, for her research and help; Christopher Walker, for researching and getting the information to me immediately; my power hour group, who always make certain I’m up at the crack of dawn working; and of course Brian Feehan, whom I can call anytime and brainstorm with so I don’t lose a single hour. What other person would be willing to discuss assassinations endlessly and have a great time doing it?

  1

  The sound of laughter echoed through the house. Women’s voices rose and fell. Soft. Happy. Loving. Lissa Piner wandered over to the door, opened it and stood looking out into the darkness, carrying those sounds with her. She wanted everything about this evening to be imprinted on her brain for all time.

  Her sisters of the heart, always in her heart. So cliché. So often used, but in this case, true. She couldn’t love them any more if they’d been born of the same parents. She met them, of all places, in a therapy group for the survivors of family members violently murdered. They’d come together, six women, all lost, all broken, and discovered that together they were much stronger.

  The wind tugged at her hair, and she turned her face up to the night sky, inhaling deeply. She loved storms. She loved the northern California coast where the six women had pooled their resources, bought a farm and, for the last five years, grown close and even prosperous together. Tonight though, the clouds roiled and churned, a dark ominous black, nearly blotting out the moon. Not enough that she couldn’t see the bright red ring around the moon as it valiantly tried to shine behind the layer of clouds.

  “A storm’s coming,” Blythe Daniels observed over her shoulder. She handed Lissa a cup of tea. She was tall and blond and towered over Lissa by quite a few inches. “Don’t you love when the moon is full and has rings around it and the sky is so dark it almost looks purple?”

  Lissa took a sip of her tea. There was something soothing about tea. She’d only just discovered the properties of tea when she’d come to live on the farm with the others. Tea seemed to be the go-to drink when things were difficult. “I do love purple in the clouds,” she admitted, avoiding all discussion about the red rings and what they might mean. To her, they meant one thing – death. A violent death. Probably hers. She sighed softly and then forced a smile. She had to be so careful with these women. They all were very astute at reading one another.

  “Come on, you two,” Lexi called from across the r
oom. She was the youngest sister, the one Lissa was the closest to and the most protective over.

  Lexi had recently fallen in love, and Lissa still went from being grateful for the match to being a little worried. Gavriil Prakenskii was no ordinary man. He was rough, scarred, and very dangerous. He was also very protective of Lexi. That, Lissa really liked, especially now.

  Blythe leaned in close to her. “Are you all right, Lissa? You’re very quiet.”

  Lissa felt her stomach flutter. Her heart clenched, a curious and disturbing physical reaction to the certain knowledge that Blythe saw far more than anyone else. It had been Blythe’s idea to band together and buy the farm. She’d been the driving force and she continued to be the one they all looked to.

  “I’m always quiet,” Lissa pointed out, with another small smile. One, she knew, that didn’t reach her eyes. “Especially before a trip. This is a big one. I’ve got three hotels interested in my work. If I can get contracts with even one of them, let alone all three, we’ll be sitting pretty for a long time.” She turned away from the storm. Away from the night sky and the moon with its red rings that signaled danger and violence. “Who knew my chandeliers would take off across the world and I’d become famous for my art?”

  She’d deliberately courted the European market. Still, she hadn’t expected, in five years, to be so successful.

  “You know, with the men adding money to the farm, we’re not teetering every month on the brink of disaster. You don’t have to work so hard, Lissa,” Blythe said softly. “We all love you for it, but we’re good now. We can all take a breath. Thanks to Lexi, the farm is doing better than ever. Rikki, Judith and Airiana make certain whatever the weather, our crops aren’t adversely affected.”

  “Exactly,” Lissa said, closing the door against the rising wind. “Rikki, Judith and Airiana ensure Lexi’s crops thrive. You boost their power. That’s the five of you working together to make the farm a success. What do I contribute? When I first started my business, you all helped me. You believed in me. This is my chance to give something back to the farm.”

  Blythe opened her mouth to protest, took one look at her face and closed it again. “We’re all proud of you. The fact that three hotels are all vying for your chandeliers says you’ve made it.”

  “I haven’t gotten the contracts yet,” Lissa said, pouring enthusiasm into her voice. “I had to delay the trip by a couple of weeks and reschedule because two of the managers couldn’t meet with me in the time I’d allotted for traveling. As it is, it will be tight.”

  “Still” – Blythe led the way back into the center of the living room – “it’s exciting that you can visit so many countries in one trip and write it off legitimately.”

  “That’s the best part,” Airiana Prakenskii said. She had recently married Maxim Prakenskii and was in the process of adopting four children, siblings she and her husband had rescued from a human trafficking ring. “Writing your trip off on your taxes.” She looked like a beautiful pixie with her natural platinum hair, large eyes and fragile appearance. She was anything but fragile. She was bound to air and worked for the defense department.

  “I despise doing taxes,” Rikki Prakenskii admitted. “I love to dive, and it’s great getting paid for what I love doing, but then filing taxes makes it all a nightmare. Thank heavens for Lev. He totally understands all that.”

  Lissa smiled at Rikki as she sank into the chair opposite her. “I love that you call him Lev now and that all of you have agreed to take the last name Prakenskii.”

  Lexi shrugged. “Since Gavriil is living here and both he and Ilya use the name, why shouldn’t all of them?”

  “Don’t you think it’s a little crazy that all of you married Prakenskiis?” Lissa asked. She set her teacup carefully on the end table and folded her hands together, threading her fingers rather tightly.

  “Absolutely crazy,” Lexi agreed, “although, I’m not married.”

  “It’s a matter of time,” Lissa said. “Gavriil will put his ring on your finger, just the way he put his mark on your palm. Don’t deny it. I’ve seen you rubbing your palm on your jeans. All of you do that.”

  “Sometimes it itches,” Lexi said before she thought to deny it.

  There was more laughter. Lissa loved the sound of her sisters laughing. There was genuine joy in them. They’d all started out so lost, so broken, especially Lexi. Intellectually, Lissa knew it was a combination of things that had changed for everyone. The way they united as a family, their farm and then the coming, one by one, of the Prakenskii brothers. “Why do you suppose all of you have settled down and fallen madly in love with Prakenskiis?” she asked.

  “Hello,” Judith emphasized. “Are you blind? They’re just plain yummy.” Judith was married to Stefan Prakenskii. Judith was nearly as tall as Blythe, with long flowing black hair, a legacy from her Japanese mother. She was an artist and did restoration of paintings as well as creating unique and beautiful kaleidoscopes.

  “They are that,” Lissa admitted, “but they’re also overprotective, dominant and arrogant as well as pains in the butt.”

  All the women nodded in complete agreement. “They are so all of those things,” Airiana said. “We can’t even argue who is the absolute worst…”

  “Gavriil,” a chorus of voices said all at the same time.

  Lexi looked shocked. “He is not. He’s so sweet. How can you think that?”

  Laughter rose and this time Lissa joined in, a true, genuine laugh. Of course Lexi would never see the dangerous side of Gavriil. He loved her. She was not just the center of his world, she was his world.

  “That’s why all of us are going to have Black Russian Terriers to protect every household,” she teased.

  Lexi flashed her a grin and then immediately disagreed again. “It’s Lev.”

  “I push Lev into the ocean as often as possible,” Rikki said with a little sniff. “It cools him off when he gets out of hand. No way is it my man.”

  Blythe held up her hand. “I have to say, all of your men are the absolute worst. Only Lissa and I have any sense left.”

  Lissa took a deep breath before nodding. “Which is why I am very glad I’m heading off to Europe and leaving you, Blythe, to the tender mercies of whichever Prakenskii brother shows up next, because I’m fairly certain it will happen. Sea Haven seems to call to those of us who are elements or, like the Drake sisters, have psychic gifts. As all the Prakenskiis seem to be or have both, I’m putting my running shoes on.”

  At least she wasn’t lying about that. Practically everything about her was a lie, when she’d been so determined to give her sisters the real person. She gave them what she could of herself, but there would be no acceptance if they knew the truth about her. Sometimes, she could barely look at herself in the mirror.

  “What would be so wrong with finding a man?” Lexi asked. “I was certain I never would have that kind of… intimacy… with a man, not after everything that happened to me, but Gavriil came along, and I can’t imagine my life without him. Don’t you want to have a relationship, Lissa?”

  Lissa wanted to hug Lexi to her. Sweet, wonderful Lexi. She was so accepting. Kidnapped, forced into a sham of a marriage with a pedophile, forced into child labor, her family murdered by the vicious cult that took her, she still had the sweet nature no one could ever take from her. Lissa felt very protective of her and loved her like the sister she never had. She would do anything to keep Lexi safe and happy. She had vowed she would make certain no one took that feeling of safety away again.

  “What is it?” Lexi asked, suddenly moving right into her, perching on the arm of Lissa’s chair. Close. Her eyes moving over Lissa, seeing too much. “You look sad. As if you’re saying good-bye to us.” There was trepidation in her voice. Fear on her face. Yet she kept her voice low, instinctively protecting Lissa from the others.

  Lissa was grateful. All of her sisters could read one another easily now. Lissa had lived a lie with them for so long she felt guilty and asham
ed. They showed her who they were, yet she had to hide who she really was. What she really was. She tried a smile. “Baby, you know I’m heading off for Europe any minute, right? I have to catch a plane. Isn’t that what this gathering is about?” She tried to inject a teasing note into her voice, but in truth, she didn’t believe she would be coming home.

  Lexi shook her head. “You know what I mean. This is your home. Are you happy here?”

  “I’ve been happier here than I’ve been since I was a very small child. This is home,” Lissa said firmly, grateful she didn’t have to lie. That was strictly the truth, and Lexi would hear it in her voice.

  “Are you coming back?” Lexi persisted, her eyes showing anxiety.

  “This is home,” Lissa said. “It will always be home. I’ll always come back.” If I can. She would. She would never ever leave Sea Haven and the beauty and peace of the farm if she had a choice. She raised her voice a little so the others could hear. “If I get the contracts for the chandeliers throughout these hotels, all three of them, then we’ll be sitting pretty for the next few years. It will give the farm a real chance to thrive.”