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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Teaser chapter

  "THE QUEEN OF PARANORMAL ROMANCE."

  --USA Today

  Praise for Christine Feehan's Leopard novels . . .

  BURNING WILD

  "Christine Feehan is at the top of her game."

  --Midwest Book Review

  WILD RAIN

  "Readers . . .will be seduced by this erotic adventure."

  --Publishers Weekly

  Praise for Christine Feehan's Carpathian novels . . .

  DARK CURSE

  "A very intense book."

  --The Best Reviews

  DARK POSSESSION

  "Danger, fantasy and wild, uninhibited romance."

  --Publishers Weekly

  DARK CELEBRATION

  "[A] sex-and-magic-filled treat."

  --Publishers Weekly

  DARK DEMON

  "A terrific, action-packed romantic thriller."

  --The Best Reviews

  DARK SECRET

  "The erotic heat . . . turns scorching."

  --Booklist

  "A HIGH PRIESTESS IN THE WORLD OF VAMPIRE FICTION."

  --Romantic Times

  DARK DESTINY

  "Deeply sensuous."

  --Booklist

  DARK MELODY

  "A richly evocative fantasy world . . . [the] love scenes sizzle."

  --Publishers Weekly

  DARK SYMPHONY

  "Feehan's followers will be well sated."

  --Publishers Weekly

  DARK GUARDIAN

  "A skillful blend of supernatural thrills and romance."

  --Publishers Weekly

  DARK LEGEND

  "Vampire romance at its best!"

  --Romantic Times

  DARK FIRE

  "Fun and different . . . pick up a copy of this book."

  --All About Romance

  DARK CHALLENGE

  "[An] exciting and multifaceted world."

  --Romantic Times

  DARK MAGIC

  "Feehan builds a complex society that makes for mesmerizing reading."

  --Romantic Times

  DARK GOLD

  "Wish I had written it!"

  --Amanda Ashley

  DARK DESIRE

  "Terrific." --

  Romantic Times

  DARK PRINCE

  "For lovers of vampire novels, this one is a keeper."

  --New-Age Bookshelf

  Praise for Christine Feehan's GhostWalker novels . . .

  PREDATORY GAME

  "[An] explosive, scintillating novel."

  --Romantic Times

  DEADLY GAME

  "[An] action-packed, gut-wrenching, adrenaline-driven ride."

  --Romance Junkies

  CONSPIRACY GAME

  "Love and danger are a winning combination in [Conspiracy Game]."

  --Booklist

  NIGHT GAME

  "The sensual scenes rival the steaming Bayou. A perfect 10."

  --Romance Reviews Today

  SHADOW GAME

  "Erotically charged."

  --Booklist

  MIND GAME

  "Sultry and suspenseful."

  --Publishers Weekly

  Titles by Christine Feehan

  STREET GAME

  MURDER GAME

  PREDATORY GAME

  DEADLY GAME

  CONSPIRACY GAME

  NIGHT GAME

  MIND GAME

  SHADOW GAME

  HIDDEN CURRENTS

  TURBULENT SEA

  SAFE HARBOR

  DANGEROUS TIDES

  OCEANS OF FIRE

  WILD FIRE

  BURNING WILD

  WILD RAIN

  DARK SLAYER

  DARK CURSE

  DARK HUNGER

  DARK POSSESSION

  DARK CELEBRATION

  DARK DEMON

  DARK SECRET

  DARK DESTINY

  DARK MELODY

  DARK SYMPHONY

  DARK GUARDIAN

  DARK LEGEND

  DARK FIRE

  DARK CHALLENGE

  DARK MAGIC

  DARK GOLD

  DARK DESIRE

  DARK PRINCE

  Anthologies

  HOT BLOODED

  (with Maggie Shayne, Emma Holly, and Angela Knight)

  LOVER BEWARE

  (with Fiona Brand, Katherine Sutcliffe, and Eileen Wilks)

  FANTASY

  (with Emma Holly, Sabrina Jeffries, and Elda Minger)

  FEVER

  (Includes THE AWAKENING and WILD RAIN)

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  WILD FIRE

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  PRINTING HISTORY

  Jove mass-market edition / May 2010

  Copyright (c) 2010 by Christine Feehan.

  Excerpt from Water Bound copyright (c) by Christine Feehan.

  Civer handlettering by Ron Zinn.

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  Acknowledgments

  As always, there are people to thank for all of their help. Domini, you're absolutely invaluable to me. Brian, you always say the right thing to get my mind working. Thank you both for your unfailing patience. And Denise, whatever would I do without you?

  1

  HE heard the birds first. Thousands of them. All varieties, all singing a different song. To an untrained ear the sound would have been deafening, but it was music to him. Deep inside, his leopard leapt and roared, grateful to inhale the scent of the rain forest. He stepped off the boat and onto the rickety pier, his eyes on the canopy rising like green towers in every direction. His heart shifted. It didn't matter what country he was in--the rain forest was home. Any rain forest; but it was here, in the wilds of Panama, where he had been born. As an adult he'd chosen to make his home in the Borneo rain forest, but his roots were here. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed Panama.

  He turned his head, looking around, savoring the mingled scents and noises of the jungle. Each sound, from the cacophony of the birds to the shrieks of the howler monkeys to the hum of the insects, contained a wealth of information if one knew how to read it. He was a master. Conner Vega flexed his muscles, a small shrug only, but his body moved with life, every muscle, every cell, reacting to the forest. He wanted to tear his clothes from his body and run free and wild as his nature demanded. He looked civilized in his jeans and simple T-shirt, but there wasn't a civilized bone in his body.

  "It's calling to you," Rio Santano said, glancing around at the few people along the riverbank. "Hang on. We have to get out of sight. We've got an audience."

  Conner didn't look at him or the others maneuvering small boats up the river. His heart pounded so the blood thundered through his veins, ebbing and flowing like the sap in the trees, like the moving carpet of insects on the forest floor. The shades of green--every shade in the universe--were beginning to form bands of color as his leopard filled him, reaching for the freedom of his homeland.

  "Hang on," Rio insisted between clenched teeth. "Damn it, Conner, we're in plain sight. Control your cat."

  The Panama-Colombia leopards were the most dangerous of all the tribes, the most unpredictable, and Conner had always been a product of his genetics. Of all the men on the team, he was the most lethal. Fast, ferocious, deadly in a fight. He could disappear into the forest and disrupt an enemy camp nightly until they were so distraught--haunted by a ghostly assassin no one saw--they abandoned their position. He was invaluable and yet volatile--very hard to control.

  They needed his particular skills on this mission. Conner was born in the Panama rain forest to the tribe of leopard people indigenous to the area, and this gave them a distinct advantage should they come across the elusive--and very dangerous--shifters. Conner also gave the team the advantage of knowing the local Indian tribes. The rain forest, most of it unexplored, even for other shifters, could be difficult to navigate. But the fact that Conner had grown up here and used it as his personal playground meant they wouldn't be slowed down when they needed to move fast.

  Conner's head turned in a slow freeze-frame movement indicative of a hunting leopard. He was close to shifting--too close. Heat poured off of him. The scent of the wild animal, a male in his prime, strong and cunning, ripping and clawing to break free, permeated the air.

  "It's been a year since I've been in a rain forest." Conner dropped his pack at Rio's feet. His voice was husky, almost a chuffing sound. "Much longer since I've been home. Let me go. I'll catch up with you at the base camp."

  It was a small miracle and a testimony to Conner's discipline that he waited for Rio's nod of consent before he began to walk fast toward the line of trees near the river. Six feet into the forest the sunlight became only a few dappled spots on the broad leafy plants. The forest floor--layers of wood and vegetation--felt familiar and spongy beneath his feet. He unbuttoned his shirt, already wet with sweat. The oppressive heat and heavy humidity took its toll on most people, but to Conner it was energizing. The natives wore a loincloth and little else for a reason. Shirts and pants grew wet fast, chafing the skin, causing rashes and sores that could quickly go septic out here. He peeled off his shirt and bent to take off his boots, rolling the shirt and pushing it inside a boot for Rio to retrieve.

  He straightened, inhaling deeply, looking around at the vegetation surrounding him. Trees rose up to the sky, towering high like great cathedrals, a canopy so thick the rain fought to pierce the various-shaped leaves and hit the thick bushes and ferns below. Orchids and other flowers vied with moss and fungus, covering every conceivable inch of the trunks as they climbed toward the open air and sunlight, trying to pierce the thick canopy.

  His animal moved beneath his skin, itching as he slipped out of his jeans and thrust them deep in the other boot. He needed to run free in his other form more than he needed just about anything. It had been so long. He took off sprinting through the trees, heedless of his bare feet, leaping over a rotten log as he reached for the change. He had always been a fast shifter, a necessity living in the rain forest surrounded by predators. He was neither fully leopard nor fully man, but a blend of both. Muscles wrenched, a satisfying pain as his leopard leapt to the forefront, taking over his form as his body bent and the ropes of muscles shifted beneath his thick fur.

  Where his feet had been, clawed paws padded easily over the spongy forest floor. He went up and over a series of downed trees and through thick brush. Ten more feet into the forest the sunlight disappeared altogether. The jungle had swallowed him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He belonged. His blood surged hotly in his veins as he raised his face and let his whiskers act like the radar they were. For the first time in months he was comfortable in his own skin. He stretched and padded deeper into the familiar wilderness.

  Conner preferred his leopard form to that of his man form. He bore too many sins on his soul to be entirely comfortable as a human. The claw marks etched deep into his face attested to that, branding him for all time.

  He didn't like thinking too much--about those scars and how he'd gotten them or why he'd allowed Isabeau Chandler to inflict them upon him. He'd tried running to the United States, putting as much distance as he could between him and his woman--his mate--but he hadn't been able to shut out the look on Isabeau's face when she found out the truth about him. The memory haunted him day and night.

  He was guilty of one of the worst crimes his kind could commit. He had betrayed his own mate. He hadn't known she was his mate when he'd taken the job to seduce her and get close to her father, but that didn't matter.

  The leopard lifted his face to the wind and pulled back his lips in a silent snarl. His paws sank silently into the decaying vegetation on the forest floor. He moved through the underbrush, his fur sliding silently along the leaves of numerous bushes. Periodically he stood up and raked his claws down the trunk of a tree, marking his territory, reestablishing his claim, letting the other males know he was home and someone to contend with. He'd taken this job to stay out of the Borneo rain forest where Isabeau lived. He didn't dare go there, because he knew if he stayed there, eventually he'd forget all about being civilized and he'd let his leopard free to find her. And she wanted nothing--nothing--to do with him.

  A low growl rumbled in his throat as he tried to choke off the memories. He burned for her. Night and day. It didn't matter that he'd put an ocean between them. Distance would never matter, now that he knew she was alive and he'd recognized her. He had all the traits of a leopard, the reflexes, the aggression and cunning, the ferocity and jealousy, but most of all the drive to find his mate an
d keep her. The man in him might understand jungle law was no longer a way his people could live, but here in the rain forest he couldn't keep the primitive needs from rising sharp and strong.

  He thought coming back to his home would help, but instead the wildness was on him, gripping him by the teeth, slamming into his body with urgent need until he wanted to rake and claw, to tear open an enemy and roar to the heavens. He wanted to track Isabeau down and claim her whether she wanted him or not. Unfortunately, his mate was a shifter as well, which meant she shared all the same ferocious traits, including fierce, abiding hatred.

  He looked up to the towering trees, the thick canopy shutting out the sunlight. Flowers wound up the tree trunks, a riot of color, vying with moss and fungus, all reaching toward the light above. Birds flitted from branch to branch, the canopy alive with constant motion, just as the spongy floor was with millions of insects. Beehives hung in great chunky masses, hidden by broad leaves, and snakes wound around the twisted limbs, nearly impossible to see amidst the multitude of interlocking branches.

  He wanted to drink in the beauty of it all. He wanted to forget what he'd done to his own mate. She'd been so young and inexperienced, an easy target. Her father, a doctor, had been the way into the enemy camp. Get close to the daughter and you had the father. It was easy enough. Isabeau had fallen under his spell immediately, drawn to him not because of his animal magnetism, but because she had been his in a previous life cycle. Neither had known.