by Christine Feehan
Leisure Love Spell
November 2003
ISBN #0843950498
$6.99 U.S. / $8.99 Can. / $14.95 Aus.
Series - The Carpathians

They were masters of the darkness, searching through eternity for a mistress of the light...

Lead guitarist of the Dark Troubadours, Dayan was renowned for his mesmerizing performances. His melodies stilled crowds, beckoned, seduced, tempted. And always, he called her. His lover. His lifemate. He called to her to complete him. To give him the emotions that had faded from his existence, leaving him an empty shell of growing darkness. Save me. Come to me.

Corinne Wentworth stood at the vortex of a gathering storm. Pursued by the same fanatics who'd murdered her husband, she was risking her life by keeping more than one secret. Fragile, delicate, vulnerable, she has an indomitable faith that made her fiery surrender to Dayan all the more powerful. This was the one woman whose loss would destroy him, even as her love promised to heal his soul.

I had waited for this book ever since I read a paragraph about it at Christine Feehan's web site. I was not at all surprised that it exceeded my expectations that it would be a wonderful book. Thank you Ms. Feehan for the Carpathians, may they live on for many many more books.

Excerpt

An Intimate Connection

    Sensing danger, Corinne held herself very still, her arms cradling his head to her. She was aware of his great inner struggle, although she understood nothing of it. His body trembled for a moment and she felt his mouth moving erotically back and forth over her soft skin. Her fingers crushed his silky hair, rubbing at the strands in agitation. What was it he needed from her? Sex?
    'No!' The word shimmered in her mind emphatically. His voice gentled. 'Not just sex, my love. I need to make love to you all night. I need to bind us together for all eternity. I do not know how to tell you these things so you can understand, but it is as necessary to me as breathing.' There was such intimacy in the way he spoke to her, in the tenderness of his voice as much as in the way he could communicate, mind to mind. 'I need you so much, Corinne.' he sighed against her pulse, his breath warm and intimate, 'so much.' There was something very dangerous in him - she could feel it in his enormous strength, in the possessive way he held her - but his need was so great she couldn't think straight, couldn't think to deny him, not even for her own self-preservation.

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