The Beast Rumor said the powerful Nicolai DeMarco could command the heavens, that the beasts below did his bidding and that he was doomed to. Lair of the Lion is a paranormal/romance written by American author Christine Feehan. Unlike most for her other works, this novel is not part of an ongoing series. Lair of the Lion by Christine Feehan – book cover, description, publication history.
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As you’d expect, a lot of the plot was familiar and predictable since it is a fairy tale retelling, but it still managed to remain mysterious in many ways.
Her long lashes drifted down and she lay on the bed, the robe around her naked body, soaking up the excess water from her bath. She was brave enough to go to the beast’s lair to get help for her brother from their enemy. Christine Feehan’s Drake Sisters Series. Issue 12, December January The storm was full-fledged now, so that the howling wind was hurtling little pieces of ice that felt like spears even into the shelter of the long, covered entryway.
It looked evil in the gathering dusk, staring with blank eyes, the rows of windows frightening in the lashing wind. What fehan so terrible that this man would rather send her out into an icy blizzard to take her chances with raw nature rather than have her enter the palazzo? The betrayal twist at the end was weak. Item s unavailable for purchase.
Her hand tightened around Isabella’s and this time there was no doubt she was being protective. She lay face down on the bed, staring apprehensively into the darkened corner, her heart slamming ferhan hard. I’m thinking moldy, stinky, maggot cheese.
He knew long ago you wished an audience with him. If he was real. Have you come to wed Nicolai? Her heart began to pound so loud it was thunder in her ears. It occurred to her that something had been in the tea, or perhaps in the scent of the bath water.
And he loved her. Stunned but relieved she agrees and the plans are set into motion. Instead, she clutched at the beautifully carved post of the giant bed until her knuckles turned white. In a desperate attempt to save her brother, Lucca, from the evil clutches of the grasping lord who has imprisoned him, Isabella Vernaducci, a courageous but impoverished noblewoman, ventures into the Alps to search for the elusive and dangerous Don Nicolai DeMarco, believing him the only man powerful enough to save Lucca.
Your display name should be at least 2 characters long. Or am fascinated by the written word and I love storytellers. Feb 13, Marisa rated it it was ok Shelves: The food was taken away and Isabella continued dhristine drift, the beauty of the room, the comforting crackle of the fire and Sarina’s hands in her hair lulled her into a sense of well being From far away, insulated by her dreamlike state, she heard Sarina’s shocked gasp.
His lips moved against hers, a slow teasing of senses, awakening her to a world of sensuality. You must not leave your room at night. And she wasn’t a Mary-Sue ish heroine.
Lair of the Lion by Christine Feehan
Lifting her chin, Isabella slid from the back of the horse, clinging to the saddle to keep from falling. Seconds earlier she had wanted nothing more than to run back to her horse and ride away as chriwtine as she could possibly christind. Really, I must see him, and if I don’t leave soon, the pass will be closed and I won’t be able to get out. Too forgiving at the end, but I guess that was the point of the story.
Whilst being physically scarred, he’s still handsome and beautiful inside as well. Her feet were numb, her legs wobbly, refusing to support her.
Lair of the Lion
But she also showed a lot of pluck, telling this big, feehn guy off with no qualms, when he deserved a good tongue-lashing. The ability to create pictures and emotions with words is such a miracle to me. I chrsitine to see you. She was a Vernaducci. A hideous high-pitched scream of agony mingled with the terrible sound.
Chapter 1 jump down below Chapter 1 The wind was shrieking through the narrow pass, bitter and cold, piercing right through her well-worn cape.
She was shaking uncontrollably. Isabella turned over, peering through the darkness to the shadowy figure seated on her bed.
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Shouldn’t this guy be as inexperienced as the virginal heroine is when it comes to sex, given the fact that all the other women are so afraid of him? Despite the inviting steaming water in the portable tub, the moment the servant woman left her alone, Isabella intended to fall onto the bed, completely clothed, and just go to sleep.
christone Isabella stepped across the threshold. There was no whisper of his clothes, no padding of his footfalls, absolutely no sound at all. It was heroine only POV, but occasionally you would get the hero’s or some other random character’s thoughts.
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