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Veil of Midnight

The Midnight Breed vol 5

Midnight Breed Band 5

Lara Adrian

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Beschreibung

Bound by blood, addicted to danger, they'll enter the darkest-and most erotic-place of all.

A warrior trained in bullets and blades, Renata cannot be bested by any man-vampire or mortal. But her most powerful weapon is her extraordinary psychic ability-a gift both rare and deadly. Now a stranger threatens her hard-won independence-a golden-haired vampire who lures her into a realm of darkness...and pleasure beyond imagining.

A combat-loving adrenaline junkie, Nikolai dispenses his own justice to enemies of the Breed-and his latest quarry is a ruthless assassin. One woman stands in his way: the seductive, cool-as-ice bodyguard, Renata. But Renata's powers are put to the test when a loved one, a child, is threatened and she's forced to turn to Niko for help. As the two join forces, as desire fans the flames of a deeper hunger, Renata's life is under siege by a man who offers the exquisite pleasure of a blood bond-and a passion that could save or doom them both forever....

"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 368
Erscheinungsdatum 01.12.2008
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-440-24449-3
Verlag Dell
Maße (L/B/H) 17/10.9/2.5 cm
Gewicht 184 g

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Das nächste Hoch...
von ina aus Villach am 12.05.2009

Renata ist eine starke Persönlichkeit und steht Niko in nichts nach und rettet ihn sogar *seufz* - nur dass sie ihm trotz ihrer Vorbehalte so schnell zugetan war gefiel mir weniger... sie hätte ihn ruhig noch ein bisschen zappeln lassen können ;) Dass die anderen Krieger nur am Rande vorkamen störte mich jetzt nicht großartig... Renata ist eine starke Persönlichkeit und steht Niko in nichts nach und rettet ihn sogar *seufz* - nur dass sie ihm trotz ihrer Vorbehalte so schnell zugetan war gefiel mir weniger... sie hätte ihn ruhig noch ein bisschen zappeln lassen können ;) Dass die anderen Krieger nur am Rande vorkamen störte mich jetzt nicht großartig da an deren Stelle Mia und Hunter *doppelseufz* vorgestellt wurden (wobei ich neugierig bin wie es mit den beiden weitergehen wird - und da muss es doch fast eine Fortsetzung geben, oder? wenn Mia bloß nicht sooo jung wäre...) Eigentlich wollte ich ja mit diesem Buch die Reihe für mich abschließen, da ich bisher mit Andreas Reichen nicht warm wurde, aber jetzt "muss" man doch fast weiterlesen nach so einem Tusch...

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  • Chapter One

    On stage in the cavernous jazz club below Montreal's street level, a crimson-lipped singer drawled into the microphone about the cruelty of love. Although her sultry voice was pleasant enough, the lyrics about blood and pain and pleasure clearly heartfelt, Nikolai wasn't listening. He wondered if she knew-if any of the dozens of humans packed into the intimate club knew-that they were sharing breathing space with vampires.

    The two young females sucking down pink martinis in the dark corner banquette sure as hell didn't know it.

    They were sandwiched between four such individuals, a group of slick, leather-clad males who were chatting them up-without much success-and trying to act like their bloodthirsty eyes hadn't been permanently fixed on the women's jugulars for the past fifteen minutes straight. Even though it was clear that the vampires were negotiating hard to get the humans out of the club with them, they weren't making much progress with their prospective blood Hosts.

    Nikolai scoffed under his breath.

    Amateurs.

    He paid for the beer he'd left untouched on the bar and headed at an easy stroll toward the corner table. As he approached, he watched the two human females scoot out of the booth on unsteady legs. Giggling, they stumbled for the restrooms together, disappearing down a dim, crowded hallway off the main room.

    Nikolai sat down at the table in a negligent sprawl.

    "Evening, ladies."

    The four vampires stared at him in silence, instantly recognizing their own kind. Niko lifted one of the tall, lipstick-stained martini glasses to his nose and sniffed at the dregs of the fruity concoction. He winced, pushing the offending drink aside.

    "Humans," he drawled in a low voice. "How can they stomach that shit?"

    A wary silence fell over the table as Nikolai's glance traveled among the obviously young, obviously civilian Breed males. The largest of the four cleared his throat as he looked at Niko, his instincts no doubt picking up on the fact that Niko wasn't local, and he was a far cry from civilized.

    The youth adopted something he probably thought was a hardass look and jerked his soul-patched chin toward the restroom corridor. "We saw them first," he murmured. "The women. We saw them first." He cleared his throat again, like he was waiting for his trio of wingmen to back him up. None did. "We got here first, man. When the females come back to the table, they're gonna be leaving with us."

    Nikolai chuckled at the young male's shaky attempt to stake his territory. "You really think there'd be any contest if I was here to poach your game? Relax. I'm not interested in that. I'm looking for information."

    He'd been through a similar song-and-dance twice already tonight at other clubs, seeking out the places where members of the Breed tended to gather and hunt for blood, looking for someone who could point him toward a vampire elder named Sergei Yakut.

    It wasn't easy finding someone who didn't want to be found, especially a secretive, nomadic individual like Yakut. He was in Montreal, that much Nikolai was sure of. He'd spoken to the reclusive vampire by phone as recently as a couple of weeks earlier, when he'd tracked Yakut down to inform him of a threat that seemed aimed at the Breed's most powerful, rarest members-the twenty or so individuals still in existence who were born of the first generation.

    Someone was targeting Gen Ones for extinction. Several had been slain within the past month, and for Niko and his brothers in arms back in Boston-a small cadre of highly trained, highly lethal warriors known as the Order-the business of rooting out and shutting down the elusive Gen One assassins was mission critical. For that, the Order had decided to contact all of the known Gen Ones remaining in the Breed population and enlist their cooperation.

    Sergei Yakut had been less than enthusiastic to get invol