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Midnight Rising

The Midnight Breed vol 4

Midnight Breed Band 4

Lara Adrian

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Beschreibung

In a world of shadows and dark, cosuming hungers, desire is the deadliest weapon...

For journalist Dylan Alexander, it began with the discovery of a hidden tomb, thrusting her into the center of a gathering storm of violence and secrets. But nothing is as dangerous as the scarred, lethally seductive man who rises from the shadows to draw her into his world of dark desire and endless night.

Fueled by pain and rage over a shattering betrayal, the warrior Rio has pledged his life to the war against the Rogues. He will let nothing stand in his way—least of all a mortal woman with the power to expose the entire vampire race. For an ancient evil has been awakened, and a stunning darkness is on the rise. Suddenly Dylan is powerless to resist Rio's touch, even as she uncovers a shocking link to her own past. And now she must choose: Leave Rio's midnight realm, or risk it all for the man who has shown her true passion and the infinite pleasures of the heart. . . .

"Evocative, enticing, erotic... enter Lara Adrian's world and be enchanted!" -J. R. Ward, author of Lover Unbound

Lara Adrian is the 
New York Times bestselling author of the Midnight Breed series, including the novels 
Kiss of Midnight, Kiss of Crimson, Midnight Awakening, Midnight Rising, Veil of Midnight, Ashes of Midnight, Shades of Midnight, Taken by Midnight, Deeper than Midnight, 
Darker After Midnight, Edge of Dawn, 
Crave the Night, and the eBook novella 
A Taste of Midnight.

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Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 384
Erscheinungsdatum 01.03.2008
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-440-24444-8
Verlag Dell
Maße (L/B/H) 17.9/10.6/2.6 cm
Gewicht 194 g

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Der von mir lang erwartete nächste Teil der Reihe!!!
von Meli am 01.04.2008

Auf den Erscheinungstermin dieses Buches habe ich lange hingefiebert. In freudiger Erwartung lief ich jeden Tag zum Briefkasten um immer wieder enttäuscht zu werden. Gestern war es dann endlich so weit. Vor 10 oder 15 Minuten habe ich die letzte Seite umgeblättert und ich muss sagen, dass lange Warten hat sich gelohnt.Lara Ad... Auf den Erscheinungstermin dieses Buches habe ich lange hingefiebert. In freudiger Erwartung lief ich jeden Tag zum Briefkasten um immer wieder enttäuscht zu werden. Gestern war es dann endlich so weit. Vor 10 oder 15 Minuten habe ich die letzte Seite umgeblättert und ich muss sagen, dass lange Warten hat sich gelohnt.Lara Adrian ist mit Midnight Rising eine außerordentliche Fortsetzung der Reihe gelungen. Midnight Rising öffnet ein neues, spannendes, faszinierendes Kapitel im Leben der Bruderschaft. Wer die Vorgänger mochte wird auch von diesem Buch begeistert sein. Das Buch kann allerdings auch als Stand-alone gekauft und natürlich gelesen werden.

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  • Chapter One

    The woman looked completely out of place in her pristine white blouse and tailored ivory pants. Long, coffee-dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in thick waves, not a single strand disturbed by the moist haze that hung in the air of the forest. She was wearing tall elegant heels, which hadn't seemed to keep her from climbing up a wooded path that had the other hikers around her huffing in the humid July heat.

    At the crest of the steep incline, she waited in the shade of a bulky, moss-covered rock formation, unblinking as half a dozen tourists passed her by, some of them snapping pictures of the overlook beyond. They didn't notice her. But then, most people couldn't see the dead.

    Dylan Alexander didn't want to see her either.

    She hadn't encountered a dead woman since she was twelve years old. That she would see one now, twenty years later and in the middle of the Czech Republic, was more than a little startling. She tried to ignore the apparition, but as Dylan and her three traveling companions made their way up the path, the woman's dark eyes found her and rooted on her.

    You see me.

    Dylan pretended not to hear the static-filled whisper that came from the ghost's unmoving lips. She didn't want to acknowledge the connection. She'd gone so long without one of these weird encounters that she'd all but forgotten what it was like.

    Dylan had never understood her strange ability to see the dead. She'd never been able to trust it or control it. She could stand in the middle of a cemetery and see nothing, then suddenly find herself up close and personal with one of the departed, as she was here in the mountains about an hour outside Prague.

    The ghosts were always female. Generally youthful-looking and vibrant, like the one who stared at her now with an unmistakable desperation in her exotic, deep brown gaze.

    You must hear me.

    The statement was tinged with a rich, Hispanic accent, the tone pleading.

    "Hey, Dylan. Come here and let me get a picture of you next to this rock."

    The sound of a true, earthly voice jolted Dylan's attention away from the beautiful dead woman standing in the nearby arch of weathered sandstone. Janet, a friend of Dylan's mother, Sharon, dug into her backpack and pulled out a camera. The summer tour to Europe was Sharon's idea; it would have been her last great adventure, but the cancer came back in March and the final round of chemotherapy several weeks ago had left her too weak to travel. More recently, Sharon had been in and out of the hospital with pneumonia, and at her insistence Dylan had taken the trip in her place.

    "Gotcha," Janet said, clicking off a shot of Dylan and the towering pillars of rock in the wooded valley below. "Your mom sure would love this place, honey. Isn't it breathtaking?"

    Dylan nodded. "We'll e-mail her the pictures tonight when we get back to the hotel."

    She led her group away from the rock, eager to leave the whispering, otherworldly presence behind. They walked down a sloping ridge, into a stand of thin-trunked pines growing in tight formation. Russet leaves and conifer needles from seasons past crushed on the damp path underfoot. It had rained that morning, topped off with a sweltering heat that kept many of the area's tourists away.
    The forest was quiet, peaceful . . . except for the awareness of ghostly eyes following Dylan's every step deeper into the woods.

    "I'm so glad your boss let you have the time off to come with us," added one of the women from behind her on the path. "I know how hard you work at the paper, making up all those stories-"

    "She doesn't make them up, Marie," Janet chided gently. "There's got to be some truth in Dylan's articles or they couldn't print them. Isn't that right, honey?"

    Dylan scoffed. "Well, considering that our front page usually runs at least one alien abduction or demonic possession account, we don't t