might need to take a trip to Austin and pay Riley a visit. I’d love to meet her.”
“She’ll love you,” Lincoln said, though his forehead was furrowed. “But if you go, she’ll want to come back with you.”
“This is her home,” Ava stated. “I tried to stay away, but I eventually returned. So will Riley.”
“The hell she will. If I have to go to Austin and find her a husband, she won’t be coming back,” Christian declared.
Ava and Olivia exchanged a look, deciding it might not do the Chiasson boys good to know about the phone call they received from Riley just the day before. Everyone needed a surprise every now and again.
Look for the next Chiasson story – WILD NEED – Coming August 2014!
Until then, read on for the sneak peek at FIRE RISING, the second book in the Dark King series…
Dreagan Industries
“Who is that?” Tristan asked.
Laith watched them a few more seconds before he said, “I gather by the way Jane is fussing that she’s Sammi, Jane’s half-sister.”
While Banan took Duke’s collar, Jane ushered Sammi into the house. Just before Sammi walked in, her head turned and she looked right at Tristan with her powder-blue eyes. It was like a punch in the gut.
Startling, disconcerting.
Amazing.
The surprising connection that seemed to zip between them left him pitching, tumbling. Plunging.
And he wanted more. So very much more.
“Tristan?”
He pulled his gaze away from the now-empty doorway and looked at Laith. “What?”
“Whatever you’re thinking involving Sammi, I wouldna advise it.”
Tristan frowned and glanced at the house, wondering what kind of injury Sammi had. “What do you mean?”
“Forget it.” Laith gave a shake of his head, a wry smile upon his lips. “I’ve got to see what happens next. Come on. Let’s go meet Sammi.”
The fact that Tristan wanted a closer look at the woman should have been enough to make him walk the other way. He was just getting ensconced in his life at Dreagan. Phelan and the other Warriors were complicating things enough. Tristan certainly didn’t need a woman added to the mix.
Yet he followed Laith into the manor. The sound of voices came from the kitchen. As they stopped at the doorway of the kitchen they saw Elena pouring some tea and Jane fixing a sandwich while Sammi sat at the table desperately trying to stay awake.
He found his gaze drawn to her no matter how hard he tried to look away. Even in profile, she was beautiful with her long, graceful neck and her fall of sandy-colored hair about her. She sat tall and straight in the chair, as if it was as natural as breathing.
Tristan saw her fall asleep twice and jerk awake both times. The third time, she listed to the right. He rushed to her, grabbing her just before she hit the floor. Jane, Elena, and Banan turned as one from whatever they were doing to gawk at him.
He gazed down at the woman who slept in his arms, completely taken unawares as he looked into her oval face. Her cheekbones were incredibly high, her nose small, and her lips as decadent as sin.
Even in sleep, she made his body hunger to know her, his lips crave to taste her, and his hands ache to caress her. Desire shot through him like lightning, making him burn.
Making him yearn.
Tristan moved a strand of her hair out of her lashes and wished she would open her eyes so he could look into their cool color once more.
Then he remembered where he was, and just who he was holding. “I think the food is going to have to wait.”
“I knew she looked tired,” Jane said, a frown marring her forehead.
Tristan easily shifted Sammi’s body into his arms and stood. “She’s too skinny.”
“I knew she had lost weight too,” Jane said with a shake of her head. Then she looked at Banan. “I think she’s in some real trouble.”
“We’ll get it out of her,” Banan promised.
Tristan was careful not to touch Sammi’s left arm as more blood seeped through her
“She’ll love you,” Lincoln said, though his forehead was furrowed. “But if you go, she’ll want to come back with you.”
“This is her home,” Ava stated. “I tried to stay away, but I eventually returned. So will Riley.”
“The hell she will. If I have to go to Austin and find her a husband, she won’t be coming back,” Christian declared.
Ava and Olivia exchanged a look, deciding it might not do the Chiasson boys good to know about the phone call they received from Riley just the day before. Everyone needed a surprise every now and again.
Look for the next Chiasson story – WILD NEED – Coming August 2014!
Until then, read on for the sneak peek at FIRE RISING, the second book in the Dark King series…
Dreagan Industries
“Who is that?” Tristan asked.
Laith watched them a few more seconds before he said, “I gather by the way Jane is fussing that she’s Sammi, Jane’s half-sister.”
While Banan took Duke’s collar, Jane ushered Sammi into the house. Just before Sammi walked in, her head turned and she looked right at Tristan with her powder-blue eyes. It was like a punch in the gut.
Startling, disconcerting.
Amazing.
The surprising connection that seemed to zip between them left him pitching, tumbling. Plunging.
And he wanted more. So very much more.
“Tristan?”
He pulled his gaze away from the now-empty doorway and looked at Laith. “What?”
“Whatever you’re thinking involving Sammi, I wouldna advise it.”
Tristan frowned and glanced at the house, wondering what kind of injury Sammi had. “What do you mean?”
“Forget it.” Laith gave a shake of his head, a wry smile upon his lips. “I’ve got to see what happens next. Come on. Let’s go meet Sammi.”
The fact that Tristan wanted a closer look at the woman should have been enough to make him walk the other way. He was just getting ensconced in his life at Dreagan. Phelan and the other Warriors were complicating things enough. Tristan certainly didn’t need a woman added to the mix.
Yet he followed Laith into the manor. The sound of voices came from the kitchen. As they stopped at the doorway of the kitchen they saw Elena pouring some tea and Jane fixing a sandwich while Sammi sat at the table desperately trying to stay awake.
He found his gaze drawn to her no matter how hard he tried to look away. Even in profile, she was beautiful with her long, graceful neck and her fall of sandy-colored hair about her. She sat tall and straight in the chair, as if it was as natural as breathing.
Tristan saw her fall asleep twice and jerk awake both times. The third time, she listed to the right. He rushed to her, grabbing her just before she hit the floor. Jane, Elena, and Banan turned as one from whatever they were doing to gawk at him.
He gazed down at the woman who slept in his arms, completely taken unawares as he looked into her oval face. Her cheekbones were incredibly high, her nose small, and her lips as decadent as sin.
Even in sleep, she made his body hunger to know her, his lips crave to taste her, and his hands ache to caress her. Desire shot through him like lightning, making him burn.
Making him yearn.
Tristan moved a strand of her hair out of her lashes and wished she would open her eyes so he could look into their cool color once more.
Then he remembered where he was, and just who he was holding. “I think the food is going to have to wait.”
“I knew she looked tired,” Jane said, a frown marring her forehead.
Tristan easily shifted Sammi’s body into his arms and stood. “She’s too skinny.”
“I knew she had lost weight too,” Jane said with a shake of her head. Then she looked at Banan. “I think she’s in some real trouble.”
“We’ll get it out of her,” Banan promised.
Tristan was careful not to touch Sammi’s left arm as more blood seeped through her
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