OverDrive מעוניין להשתמש בעוגיות כדי לשמור מידע על המחשב שלך, בכדי לשפר את חוויית המשתמש שלך באתר שלנו. אחת מהעוגיות בהן אנחנו משתמשים היא הכרחית לתפעולם של היבטים מסוימים של האתר וכבר הותקנה. את/ה יכול/ה למחוק ולחסום את כל העוגיות מאתר זה, אבל זה עלול להשפיע על תכונות או שירותים מסוימים של האתר. כדי ללמוד עוד על העוגיות בהן אנחנו משתמשים ועל איך מוחקים אותן, ליחץ/י כאן כדי לראות את מגיניות הפרטיות שלנו.
"This story is hot in all the right ways and took me to the edge of my seat again and again, delivering in the end." —New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione When a brooding Irishman shows up at the hospital where she works, Kennedy Jefferson realizes her fugues are more than simply lost time. She knows this stranger is a threat—even as her body craves his masterful touch. Dylan O'Shea is the druid's assassin charged with finding the single woman who can stop an evil goddess from destruction. He's searched to find Kennedy for centuries. But Dylan finds himself inexplicably drawn to Kennedy—the woman he's ordained to kill. With Samhain fast approaching, duty and desire are on an unstoppable collision course...
"This story is hot in all the right ways and took me to the edge of my seat again and again, delivering in the end." —New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione When a brooding Irishman shows up at the hospital where she works, Kennedy Jefferson realizes her fugues are more than simply lost time. She knows this stranger is a threat—even as her body craves his masterful touch. Dylan O'Shea is the druid's assassin charged with finding the single woman who can stop an evil goddess from destruction. He's searched to find Kennedy for centuries. But Dylan finds himself inexplicably drawn to Kennedy—the woman he's ordained to kill. With Samhain fast approaching, duty and desire are on an unstoppable collision course...
בשל מגבלות הוצאה לאור, הספר הזה בפורמט קינדל לא יכול להיות מועבר באופן אלחוטי ויש להורידו ולהעבירו באמצעות USB.
עקב הגבלות המוציא לאור הספריה אינה יכולה לרכוש עותקים נוספים של הכותר, אנו מתנצלים אם יש רשימת המתנה ארוכה. וודא שבדקת עותקים אחרים, מכיוון שיכולות להיות מהדורות אחרות זמינות.
מובאות-
From the book
County Clare, Ireland, Present Day
Dylan O'Shea leaned back, arms crossed, one booted foot pressed against the stone wall of the westernmost battlement. His gaze was locked on the storm brewing over the Atlantic. Violent winds drove sheets of rain across the Cliffs of Moher. The green of the grass echoed the peaks and valleys of the sea, where waves rose and crashed forward. He watched, unblinking, as lightning struck shallow water.
A sound not unlike a woman's sigh wove through the shrieking wind. He glanced up and shoved his drenched hair back, looking around. No one there, but he wasn't surprised. Still, the sound had his mind pulling up the image of a black-haired beauty with eyes bluer than the shallows near the cliffs and a mouth he couldn't help but consider wanton.
For three hundred years he'd searched for her on the goddess, Danu's, directive. Three hundred years he'd conjured her image during every empty night. Three hundred years he'd spent with that face, and he'd come to want her like he'd never wanted another. And now her time—their time—was coming. He knew it with the same certainty he knew this storm wasn't a natural occurrence. Not with the extremes he witnessed. No, the balance of the elements was already out of order. It left him uneasy, bordering violent, as he considered how the woman might fit into the threat that built on the air.
And if he knew the elemental balance was threatened, the Elder Council did, as well. It also meant it wouldn't be long before they sought him out, and it was about time. Idleness was driving him mad. Or, if he were dealing in honesty, madder.
As if summoned by his thoughts, one of the very men he'd been considering pushed through the iron-banded wooden door. "It's time," he said.
"Time." Dylan blinked slowly before turning his attention back to the sea. "It's a subjective topic, is it no'?"
"Stalling will do little but delay the inevitable."
"You engage me, of all people, with talk of delaying the inevitable?" The bite of his voice broke through the storm's fury, and the man in the doorway bristled.
"The Elder Council waits for no one, Assassin, not even you."
The slamming of the door would normally have made Dylan smile. Not today.
Shoving off the wall, he dropped his hand to the door latch when a whiff of citrus and heavy spice tickled his nose, the long-forgotten scent called up from memory with the same gut-churning effect as a roller coaster's first radical drop. Dylan froze. Rain still ran in rivers down his face, but the pelting he'd been taking faded. Uneasy, his free hand drifted to his dirk, fisting the handle.
"I would think you'd willingly, and wisely, speak to me without violence, Assassin." The musical lilt of her voice hadn't changed, not in three hundred years.
"You use my title but expect me to behave peaceably?" He let go of the door handle and turned toward the woman who stood untouched by the rain.
"And you, you won't use my name." She tucked longfingered hands into the bell sleeves of her robes; at the same time she cocked her head to the side, openly considering him. It was the equivalent of calling him a coward, and he would suffer a lot of shit, but not that.
"A gracious welcome to you, Danu, Mother of All Things." Dylan's numb lips struggled with the formal greeting. His belly tightened, and he absently rubbed it as he considered the goddess. She hadn't shown herself to him other than that one night three centuries ago when she'd changed the course of his life.
Danu reached for him, dropping her hand...
על המחבר-
Kelli Ireland spent a decade as a name on a door in corporate America. Unexpectedly liberated by Fate's sense of humor, she chose to carpe the diem and pursue her passion for writing. A fan of happily-ever-afters, she found she loved being the Puppet Master for the most unlikely couples. Seeing them through the best and worst of each other while helping them survive the joys and disasters of falling in love? Best. Thing. Ever. Visit Kelli's website at www.kelliireland.com.
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הגנת זכויות יוצרים (DRM) הנדרשת על ידי המוציא לאור יכולה להיות מופעלת על הכותר הזה על מנת להגביל או לאסור הדפסה והעתקה. שיתוף קבצים והפצה אסורים. הגישה שלכם לגשת לחומר הזה פגה בסוף תקופת ההשאלה. אנא ראו I הערה חשובה לגבי חומר המוגן בזכויות יוצרים עבור תנאים המיושמים על החומר הזה.
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