Savage Road by Christine Feehan (English) Paperback Book

Description: Savage Road by Christine Feehan Seychelle Dubois is committed to Savin "Savage" Pajari and their life together--even though hes keeping a piece of himself back, and to make their relationship work, he must give it his all, just as she is doing for him FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description When Savin Savage Pajari and Seychelle Dubois first met, their connection was instant, their attraction undeniable. Their relationship has been full throttle since day one. Even though months have passed, the passion and love between them has only increased. Savage completely owns what he is: a sadist in the bedroom who can only get off on his partners pain. He believes hes not a good man, but he loves Seychelle with a fierceness that shocks him. He wants all of her, but only if she gives herself freely with eyes wide open. Seychelle never imagined the lure of mixing pain with pleasure, or how much she d crave Savages darkness. Shes been shaken to her core, but Seychelle is committed to Savage and their life together - even though hes keeping a piece of himself back. And to truly make their relationship work, he has to give her everything that he is, just as she is doing for him. Savage knows that what he really needs could break his woman if she isnt ready. She agreed to come into his world, and hes not about to give her up. He has to find a way to let her see the monster inside without pushing her away. But the real Savage might be more than Seychelle can bear and he knows he wouldnt survive losing her. Author Biography Christine Feehan is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Carpathian series, the GhostWalker series, the Leopard series, the Shadow Riders series, and the Sea Haven novels, including the Drake Sisters series and the Sisters of the Heart series. She also writes standalone thrillers set in the California backcountry. Excerpt from Book One Seychelle Dubois sat on the bathroom floor staring at the toilet for the second morning in a row. She felt like an idiot. "No, Savage, Im not pregnant. And Im not a secret drinker either." "What the hell is wrong? Should I call Steele? I want you to go see him." She pushed herself up, glaring at him. "I do not need to see a doctor. Do you remember the talk we had on privacy?" Stumbling over to the sink, Seychelle washed her face with cold water, rinsed out her mouth and then started the process of brushing her teeth. Savin "Savage" Pajari continued to watch her in the mirror. He leaned one hip against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were arctic blue, so cold they made her shiver. It didnt help that he wore a thin pair of drawstring pants, indicating he was going out to practice with his whip. She had been avoiding watching him the last couple of days because for some unexplained reason, just the sight and sound of it turned her on like nothing else in the world possibly could. That was the last thing she needed to know right now on top of everything else-that she was truly messed up in the head, or body, however one wanted to look at it. "Seychelle, we did have a talk about privacy, and I told you how I felt about it when it came to my woman. Now fuckin tell me whats going on." She took her time finishing with her teeth, rinsed her mouth multiple times and then turned to face him, leaning her butt against the sink, arms crossed to match his. "Im having hideous nightmares. Really vivid nightmares. They make me sick." She did her best not to make it an accusation, but she knew it came out like one. What was she accusing him of? He wasnt in her nightmares. Savage studied her face for a long time without speaking, those blue eyes burning like ice over her. He was gorgeous. That was half her problem. She could stare at him endlessly-forever. He had a body on him, all man, more muscles than was good for him, tattoos over scars and burns. He had the words Whip Master burned into his skin on his chest and Master of Pain burned into his back. The tats didnt cover either burns, although she knew Ink, a brother in his club, had done his best with the beautiful artwork on him. "You gonna stop there and make me ask or you gonna tell me what these nightmares are about, angel? If theyre making you sick, theyre fucked the hell up." There was a warning in his voice, but no expression on his face, just those blue, blue eyes, cold as a glacier, telling her he wasnt going to let it go. They had agreed to have truth between them, but that really meant she told him the truth and he withheld things he didnt want to talk about. Theyd been together for months, and she loved him far too much. It wasnt a good thing by any means. "Last chance, Seychelle, start talking." "It was a nightmare, Savage. People have them." "Two fuckin nights in a row. The same nightmare. Bad enough that you puke in the toilet and you dont want to tell me about it." That was a straight-up accusation. Worse, he was right. She didnt want to tell him. That stance. Arms across his chest. Those eyes that wouldnt let her look away no matter how much she wanted to. Hed given her space the day before because shed asked him to. Shed been upset. Joseph Arnold, a stalker, had been sitting in her cottage waiting for her with a gun, and Savage thought she was upset about that. She had been, of course, but that wasnt the only reason. There was a multitude of reasons she was questioning her sanity. Mostly, it had to do with herself, the things she was discovering she needed in her own sexual relationship, and that truly frightened her. She needed to come to terms with it. There were just so many things coming at her so fast. She wasnt a person who took things in fast. She just wanted everything to slow down so she could take a breath and assimilate everything at a much different pace than they were going. "It isnt me that is going to have the sore ass. Im not asking again." She detested the little flare of dark excitement that sent heat to her sex. It didnt matter how annoying she found it that he just stood there so casually. He was unmoving, those eyes of his holding her in place, probably seeing that flicker of reaction she couldnt control, knowing blood pounded in her clit and her sex fluttered just at the thought of what he intended in spite of her absolute abhorrence of his intentions. "I shouldnt be punished because I choose not to talk to you about a nightmare I have, Savage. If I ask you about nightmares, you wouldnt tell me if you didnt want to." "I have them all the time, angel, or I used to until you came into my life. You want to know about them, you ask me. Ill lay that shit out for you." Of course hed say that now. Her fingers formed two tight fists in frustrations. Why couldnt she just lie to him? Make something up? People did that all the time. She wasnt a liar. Shed never been, but maybe this one time it would be okay. She shrugged. Tried to look away. She couldnt lie looking at him, for heavens sake. "Damn good thing youre just wearing that little robe, angel, and nothing else. Take it off, hang it on the hook inside the bathroom right by the shower and come on out here. Ill be waiting for you, and the longer you make me wait, the more punishment Im going to add on." He turned and walked away. Out of sight. He didnt go sit on the end of their bed, where she might see him. He walked out of sight, which meant he might have gone over to the chair close to the spanking bench. She nearly groaned aloud. She could close and lock the bathroom door-except there were no locks on the bathroom door. Why? Because her man had a thing about privacy. She didnt have to go out there. She didnt have to do what he said. She was a grown woman. She made her own choices. That was the bottom line, and Savage always made that very, very clear. Everything they did together was ultimately her choice. She walked over to the mirror and stared at herself. Her eyes were dilated. Her face flushed. Already she was breathing too fast. Why was she like this? Why did she respond sexually to something painful? Her body craved whatever Savage did to her, even when her brain refused to want it. She knew he would never stop until she told him what he wanted to know. She didnt want to tell him because what if she was right? What if the man in her nightmares was really Savage, and it was one more thing she was going to have to sort out? She was already at a breaking point. Seychelle rinsed her face again with cold water, hoping to clear her mind. Savage was her choice. She had to sort through her problems fast. She was committed to him-to their life together. She wasnt so committed to his club. To that life. She didnt really understand it, and that was part of who he was. She needed that piece of him. He pulled her into it, then pushed her back out, and she resented it. She took a deep breath, her lashes lifting so she found herself staring at herself in the mirror, realizing shed just had a revelation. She didnt resent the fact that Savage had a psychic gift that allowed him to take on the anger, the very real rage his brothers and sisters of Torpedo Ink felt that made him the way he was. She was actually proud of him for that. She resented that all of them shared deep secrets and he shut her out. At the same time, he expected her to use her gifts to aid them and him when the club needed those gifts. Where was the fairness in that? Ordinarily, Seychelle would gladly help anyone in need. Especially Savage. Any one of Savages friends. But not like this, not when she was shut out and she was supposed to be his partner. He demanded 100 percent from her. He told her he was giving her 100 percent of him, but he wasnt. She pushed at the hair tumbling around her face. When she did, she noticed the ring on her left hand. How could she not? It was gorgeous. A rare fancy teal-blue diamond, surrounded by diamonds that appeared to be petals hugging her finger. The entire thing glittered every time she moved. It should have been ostentatious, but it wasnt. It was simply beautiful. Savage had a way of knowing exactly what she would love. He was trained to read body language. Every facial expression. Every single subtle hint, from elevated breathing to the parting of her lips. He knew her. And she was an open book anyway, even when she tried not to be. He had been trained from childhood in the arts of sex: giving, receiving, training one to do what he commanded, and he was very, very good at what he did. He had too many weapons to use against her, and she had fallen too fast to get her armor in place. It wasnt that she didnt want to be where she was-she did. She had come on board with her eyes open-sort of. Living in reality was always a far cry from being dreamily in love. "Let that be a lesson to you, Seychelle," she whispered. She couldnt blame all of it on Savage or all the frightening things he brought to their relationship. She hadnt realized the extent of the lure of mixing pain and pleasure. Shed been so attracted to him, to that darkness in him. The first time hed spun her around in an alley, lifted the h Details ISBN0593437373 Author Christine Feehan Series Torpedo Ink Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593437373 ISBN-13 9780593437377 Publication Date 2022-01-25 Series Number 7 Format Paperback Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-01-25 NZ Release Date 2022-01-25 US Release Date 2022-01-25 UK Release Date 2022-01-25 Pages 480 Place of Publication New York Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. DEWEY 813.6 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:142763355;

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