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KISS OF HEAT
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2004
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
PO Box 787
Hudson, OH 44236-0787
ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-704-2
Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):
Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML
KISS OF HEAT © 2004 LORA LEIGH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by Kari Berton.
Cover art by Syneca .
KISS OF HEAT
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.
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 hinted 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 seven 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.
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
paid for every moment of pain she suffered all those years ago. She had sworn he
would pay for lying to her, and for doing it so easily without her knowledge. He had
betrayed her, just as he had betrayed his sister.
His expression hardened when the last door finally closed and he was left alone
with her.
“Where’s Merinus?” His voice was savage, pulsating with a fury that sent a frisson
of unease through her body. How had he known she was there, watching him, waiting?
“And why the fuck weren’t we met at the airport as promised?”
“I have a better question,” she said from the safety of the shadows. “Why would a
brother betray a sister he swears to love on the eve of promised help?”
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