Breeds 04 - Kiss of Heat,
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Kiss of Heat
ISBN # 1-4199-0369-1
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Kiss of Heat Copyright© 2005 Lora Leigh
Edited by: Sue-Ellen Gower
Cover art by: Syneca
Electronic book Publication: August 2005
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written
permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-
3502.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers.
Kiss of Heat
has been
rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-
rotic), and X (X-treme).
S-
ensuous
love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.
E-
rotic
love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall
word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find
objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated
titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.
X-
treme
titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,
stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
F
ELINE
B
REEDS
:
K
ISS OF
H
EAT
Lora Leigh
For Sondrea and Terry. For hours of Internet tech support and for understanding
just how computer dumb I could be. And as always, thank you for the friendship.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Viagra: Pfizer Inc.
Garfield: Paws, Incorporated
Oreos: Nabisco Brands Company
Kiss of Heat
Prologue
Sandy Hook
Sherra stood silently in the shadows of the motel, watching carefully, her eyes
narrowed as the nine men parted company and went to their respective rooms. They
were furious, but one was coldly dangerous. She had watched them at the airport after
dropping Doc off at the safe house, then followed them to Sandy Hook and watched as
they checked in.
Kane didn’t remind her of Merinus in any way. He was darker-haired, the color
nearly black, with intense, cold blue eyes. His strong jaw and high cheekbones gave a
hint to Native American ancestry, his hard, graceful body hinting at extensive military
training. She knew the look, the way a killer moved. She had grown up among them,
been raped by them more than once. But this one she knew personally.
This man had brought her pleasure. Despite her pleas, despite her wishes to the
contrary, he had taken her beneath the unfeeling eye of a camera, riding her from one
climax to the next, his lust fueled by hers, and hers by his touch.
Had it only been eleven years ago? Sweet heaven, that night tormented her even
now, as though it had happened only yesterday. The dark soldier who had sworn to
help her, to rescue her. He had come to her, holding freedom in one hand, her heart in
the other, and spent the night teaching her the pleasures of her woman’s body. When he
left, he never returned. But the doctors had. They had returned to her cell with the
video they had taped of the night she spent with him. They had snickered at the things
Kane Tyler had done to her, that she had done to him, all in the name of science. Rape
had not impregnated her. They had wondered if pleasure would.
She was a Breed. As she had been taught in the Genetics Council’s labs, she wasn’t
human, she was an animal in human form, nothing more. Even now, ten years after her
freedom from those labs, she wasn’t certain which she was. Human or animal. She
knew, for a very brief time, in this man’s arms, she had become a woman. And she
would hate him for it until she drew her last breath.
She had been created, not born. Trained, not raised. When Kane touched her, she
had lived. When he deceived her she had lost the only thing that ever mattered in her
life, and now, life or death, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the survival of the
Pride itself.
Their sanctuary here in Sandy Hook had been compromised in ways that could
never be repaired now. They were, once again, homeless. Homeless and hunted.
Her hands clenched into fists of rage as Kane lingered outside his room, lazily
finishing a cigarette he had lit moments earlier. She wanted to kill him now. She had
sworn she would kill him if she ever found him again. Sworn she would see to it that he
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Kiss of Heat
ISBN # 1-4199-0369-1
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Kiss of Heat Copyright© 2005 Lora Leigh
Edited by: Sue-Ellen Gower
Cover art by: Syneca
Electronic book Publication: August 2005
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written
permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-
3502.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers.
Kiss of Heat
has been
rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-
rotic), and X (X-treme).
S-
ensuous
love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.
E-
rotic
love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall
word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find
objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated
titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.
X-
treme
titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,
stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
F
ELINE
B
REEDS
:
K
ISS OF
H
EAT
Lora Leigh
For Sondrea and Terry. For hours of Internet tech support and for understanding
just how computer dumb I could be. And as always, thank you for the friendship.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Viagra: Pfizer Inc.
Garfield: Paws, Incorporated
Oreos: Nabisco Brands Company
Kiss of Heat
Prologue
Sandy Hook
Sherra stood silently in the shadows of the motel, watching carefully, her eyes
narrowed as the nine men parted company and went to their respective rooms. They
were furious, but one was coldly dangerous. She had watched them at the airport after
dropping Doc off at the safe house, then followed them to Sandy Hook and watched as
they checked in.
Kane didn’t remind her of Merinus in any way. He was darker-haired, the color
nearly black, with intense, cold blue eyes. His strong jaw and high cheekbones gave a
hint to Native American ancestry, his hard, graceful body hinting at extensive military
training. She knew the look, the way a killer moved. She had grown up among them,
been raped by them more than once. But this one she knew personally.
This man had brought her pleasure. Despite her pleas, despite her wishes to the
contrary, he had taken her beneath the unfeeling eye of a camera, riding her from one
climax to the next, his lust fueled by hers, and hers by his touch.
Had it only been eleven years ago? Sweet heaven, that night tormented her even
now, as though it had happened only yesterday. The dark soldier who had sworn to
help her, to rescue her. He had come to her, holding freedom in one hand, her heart in
the other, and spent the night teaching her the pleasures of her woman’s body. When he
left, he never returned. But the doctors had. They had returned to her cell with the
video they had taped of the night she spent with him. They had snickered at the things
Kane Tyler had done to her, that she had done to him, all in the name of science. Rape
had not impregnated her. They had wondered if pleasure would.
She was a Breed. As she had been taught in the Genetics Council’s labs, she wasn’t
human, she was an animal in human form, nothing more. Even now, ten years after her
freedom from those labs, she wasn’t certain which she was. Human or animal. She
knew, for a very brief time, in this man’s arms, she had become a woman. And she
would hate him for it until she drew her last breath.
She had been created, not born. Trained, not raised. When Kane touched her, she
had lived. When he deceived her she had lost the only thing that ever mattered in her
life, and now, life or death, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the survival of the
Pride itself.
Their sanctuary here in Sandy Hook had been compromised in ways that could
never be repaired now. They were, once again, homeless. Homeless and hunted.
Her hands clenched into fists of rage as Kane lingered outside his room, lazily
finishing a cigarette he had lit moments earlier. She wanted to kill him now. She had
sworn she would kill him if she ever found him again. Sworn she would see to it that he
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