Mother Nature has a way of making the most unlikely couples 'fit'. And what could be more unlikely than a sassy, independent President's daughter who doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut and a loner Coyote Breed with a hunger for a cute rosebud mouth that he's determined to still. The vote for Breed Law is coming down the pike. Kiowa's job is to watch Amanda, the President's daughter-look, but not touch. Just make sure the Goof Troop, the Secret Service detail assigned to protect her, do their job until the law is passed. But when they don't and the bad guys move in to take her out, Kiowa reluctantly slips in to the rescue, snatching her away to safety. But she isn't going to come easy and it takes more than smooth talking to make her see his point of view. For a man who's had nothing, Amanda Marion is food for the hunger that has tortured him, the reality to every dream Kiowa never dared believe in. What he feels for her is more than heat, more than love. She breathes life into his hardened heart, melting the icy chill that has protected him all his life, and touches a part of him that he thought had died-his soul. And now he'll kill anyone who tries to take her away from him. But the one person he can't fight is Amanda, and when she wants to leave…
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1 . Excellent series
Posted May 30, 2010 by Terri , ColoradoThis is my favorite book in the series. This one was very well written and emotional. Loved the character chemistry. Smokin hot.
2 . My favorite in the series so far!
Posted May 25, 2010 by yennajenna , Ashland, KYI love the breed series, and this does not disappoint. It is my favorite so far in the whole series.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Soul Deep by Lora Leigh
Well, Baby Girl was still breathing at least. And not too hard to look at, but he'd be damned if he wanted the problem.
Pulling his cell phone from his pocket he made the all important call.
"Hi baby, what can I do for you?" The voice was enough to make any man's dick twitch. Unfortunately, he was a little too pissed to let that organ have any say.
"Get me off," he snapped out the code for an emergency meeting. "I'm at the Lazy Oak Inn. How soon can you be here?"
There was a short silence.
"An hour," she replied, her husky voice showing none of the concern that the situation now warranted. "You have the condom?"
He wanted to roll his eyes at the question. Marion's daughter was considered the shield between success or failure with the most important Breed Law up for vote. That of giving the autonomy, the right to defend and to kill their attackers with no prejudice. If Amanda Marion stayed safe and happy, President Marion would vote with his conscience. But if she was used against him, held as insurance against a nay vote, then the Breeds might as well stick their heads between their legs and kiss their asses goodbye. Marion would sell them up the river for his daughter's life and never give it a second thought.
"I have the fucking condom, dammit," he snarled, glancing at the girl again. "Now get your ass over here."
"You're so romantic," the female voice sighed petulantly. "I might have to spank you for that."
"Be sure to bring the whip then," he grunted. "You're going to need it. Now get moving."
He disconnected the call then sat back in the chair and contemplated his little captive. He snorted at the thought. He would just as soon be sitting outside that little place of hers watching the house for problems than stuck with her now. Simon Quatres and his little fillies better get their asses in gear and get here fast because he wasn't in the mood for this.
Simon could take the President's daughter off his hands in an hour, stash her some place nice and safe and Kiowa would go hunting. He stilled at that thought. What the hell did he even care?
Then his eyes went back to the girl. A smear of blood on her forehead where she had been hit had fury rising inside him all over again. Dammit, there was no need to hit her, he thought. The bastards trying to take her hadn't given a damn if they killed her or not. All they cared about were their fanatical plans and insane prejudices. Yeah, going hunting was a damned good idea. The Blood Supremists infecting society now were beginning to wear on his nerves anyway.
He shifted in his chair, grimacing at the hard-on rising in his jeans. The more he looked at her, the harder he was getting. That was a bad thing. Very bad. He had never had a problem separating lust from business and only when completely necessary, did the two overlap. It was damned hard to separate the two while he watched her though. And this was one of those situations when it wasn't just unnecessary but damned stupid.
She did look pretty. Long, long brown hair lay like thick ribbons around her slender body, and that costume was hot as hell. Seductive red, nearly sheer, the bodice snug beneath her breasts, causing them to spill above the low neckline. Soft, silky looking pale flesh. A rosebud mouth. His dick twitched hard at the sight of that mouth. It was rosy red and tempting as hell. A mouth like that could give a man more ecstasy than he had any right to. Let alone a Breed.
As he watched her, a low moan passed over the tempting curves of her lips, and long lashes fluttered open weakly. He moved from the chair, watching her closely as he eased down on the bed beside her and capped his hand over her mouth just in time.
The muffled scream was accompanied by a frantic bucking of her body as he moved over her, laying against her heavily, staring into eyes such a deep, mysterious hazel that it could make a grown man weep.
Shades of brown, greens and blues collided in those eyes, tiny pinpoints of color that up close, were almost mesmerizing. They were wide with fear and outrage now. Uh oh. That hard-on killing him was pressed against her lower belly and, he was certain, was the cause of that outrage and sparks of red-hot fury lightening her eyes.
"Settle down," he muttered, watching her closely, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of the slender body beneath him. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Yeah, she was going to believe that one, he thought, especially with his erection prodding her and those ropes holding her down.
Her muffled scream of outrage against his palm assured him he was right.
"Look lady, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead," he griped. "If I wanted you scared and under control, you'd be gagged as well as tied down. Now I didn't play fucking Sir Galahad so you can bring the roof down and let your attackers' buddies in on the fact that you're alive and well at this point in time. Now do you want to shut the hell up, promise not to scream, or do you want one of my socks shoved in your mouth? Trust me, that's not a good alternative."
She blinked back at him in surprise.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?" he murmured. "Or do I get to lie here until I get tired and use that sock instead?"
Pretty, pretty eyes.
She drew in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she stilled beneath him.
"You're gonna be quiet?"
She nodded emphatically.
Watching her suspiciously, he began to lift his hand. Slowly, he moved it back, preparing to lift himself off her if she kept her word. She was soft and sweet to lie on, but he had a feeling... Shit.
Her mouth opened, a piercing scream nearly escaping before he lowered his head and caught it with his lips.
Dumb, dumb idea. Sweet Heaven, her lips were soft, tender, her mouth a warm, seductive cavern beckoning him.
His hands gripped her wrists as slender fingers formed claws. The ropes held her fast, but he gave her his hands to claw, to prick with those delicate little nails. Something to ease the need for violence he knew must be raging inside her.
God, her lips were soft.
He stared into her eyes, feeling the shock clear to the soles of his feet as his tongue licked at the rosebud perfection, tasting something delicate, addictive, feeling a heated madness building in his brain as hunger swelled inside him.
She looked dazed, staring back at him, the blue in her hazel eyes darkening as he licked at her lips again. He only wanted to keep her from screaming, to silence her as fast as possible without hurting her. But he didn't expect this.