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You do know, my love, Raven called teasingly, that you have to play Santa Claus at the Christmas party for all the children. Mikhail lost the image - that of an owl - in his mind, for first time in hundreds of years. His body plummeted thirty feet, nearly hitting the top of a tree before he recovered from his shock. Even within the owl’s body he shuddered. You may rid yourself of that notion at once. Raven spiralled down toward their home, her body graceful in flight, landing on two feet on the walkway leading to their porch as she shifted into her natural form. Mikhail followed her, shifting as he landed directly in front of her, halting her escape. . The lines and planes of his face hardened into a fierce look meant to intimidate. This conversation is not over. He couldn’t prevent the small shudder running through his body. “There are things you should never ask a man to do.”
We love it when an author seems to read our minds, and boy has Christine Feehan done that with this highly anticipated Carpathian reunion. We just can’t wait to see who turns up!! Out in hardcover with no paperback date set, don’t miss Dark Celebration.
They are the Carpathians. For years, they have been persecuted by their enemies, and have struggled against all odds to preserve their species. Now, a new insidious plot has been devised, one that would slaughter Carpathian females and bring an end to all that the Carpathians have worked for.
Even with his own lifemate, Raven, and their daughter Savannah, in danger, Carpathian king Mikhail believes that all is not lost. Gathering all of his people together, he will forge a new bond of strength, joining their powers in a celebration that will bring light even in this dark time.
And Mikhail still hasn’t given up the notion that he CAN’T play Santa Claus:
Raven whirled around to study her lifemate’s all too innocent expression. “What are you up to, Mikhail?”
“I’m passing on the duty of being jolly Old St. Nick.”
Raven put both hands on her hips and tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You’re up to something very, very bad. I can feel your laughter. What is so amusing?”
“It has just occurred to me that I have a son-in-law.”
A slow, answering grin spread over Raven’s face even as she gasped in shock, one hand flying to her throat. “You wouldn’t. Not Gregori. He’ll scare all the children. He couldn’t look jolly if he tried.”
“We let him take our daughter from us,” Mikhail said. “I think as his father-in-law he will have a hard time turning me down.”
“He’ll never do it. Not in a million years and you’ll still have to, but I’d love to see his face when you ask.”
“I have no intention of asking,” Mikhail denied, straightening to his full height. “I’m his prince as well as his father-in-law and he is my second in command and son-in-law. It is his duty to do these things.”
“You can’t order him to play Santa Claus.” Raven tried desperately to keep her laughter from spilling over. Gregori was one of the most intimidating men she’d ever met. The idea of even considering him in the part of Santa Claus was both hilarious and ludicrous to her.
“I believe that I can, Raven,” Mikhail said solemnly. “You ordered me, and I’m the prince.” |
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