Edge of Hunger. Rhyannon Byrd
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September 2009
Edge of Desire
October 2009
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Dear Reader,
Iâm so excited to present Edge of Hunger, the first book in my new PRIMAL INSTINCT series with Mills & Boon® Super Nocturne. Set within a world where paranormal creatures live hidden among an unknowing humanity, the opening trilogy of this dark, provocative series tells the story of the Buchanan siblings, beginning with the rugged, deliciously sexy Ian Buchanan.
Ian is the ultimate bad boy, who finds himself fighting a dangerous, uncontrollable temptation when psychic Molly Stratton comes to town, claiming to bear messages from his motherâs ghostâ¦and a warning that his life is about to change forever. Suddenly Ian must embrace his violent, visceral hungers if heâs to protect Molly from an ancient evil that has mysteriously returned to our world, causing the darkness that dwells within him to awaken. A primal darkness that will test the very bounds of Ianâs control, while proving humanityâs only hope for the future.
Iâm thrilled to be sharing Ian and Mollyâs story with you, and hope youâll come to love their wickedly seductive romance as much as I do.
All the best,
Rhyannon
EDGE OF HUNGER
BY
RHYANNON BYRD
To Erotic Romance author Madison Hayes,
who is not only a genius of words, but a treasured friend I simply could not do without.
Thanks for all the endless support, and for always
being there when I need it most!
Youâre the best!
Lots of love.
Rhy
The hunger is comingâ¦
CHAPTER ONE
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meetâ¦
Henning, Colorado, Friday Afternoon
THE WOMAN WAS TROUBLE.
Ian Buchanan knew it the second he set eyes on her as she climbed out of a banged-up, dust-covered, dark blue rental. Knew it as he set down his hammer, watching her walk toward him, her small frame backlit by the burning orange glow of the sweltering afternoon sun while she carefully made her way through the rugged terrain of the building site.
And the first words out of that soft, pink mouthâher lips glossy and sweet looking, voice mellow with a sexy, husky little rasp to itâconfirmed his suspicions.
âMr. Buchanan, my name is Molly Stratton and Iâm here becauseâ¦well, I know this sounds crazy, but your mother, Elaina, asked me to come and find you.â
She didnât laugh. Didnât smile. She just stared up at him with the biggest pair of brown eyes heâd ever seen. Waiting.
âIs that right?â He ignored her small outstretched hand while he pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, picked up his Coors, and took a long swallow of the beer. The glass rim of the longneck was cool against his sweat-salted lips, the beer even cooler as it went down his dry throat in a long, icy glide. She watched him while he drank, her dark gaze snagging on the column of his throat as it worked. A soft wash of pink warmed the delicate crest of her pale, freckle-dusted cheekbones as she stared, those full lips parted the barest fraction. Something down low in Ianâs belly cramped in reaction. His blood went thick.
Oh, yeah, she was trouble, all right.
Ticked at himself for reacting so easily to her, he set the bottle back down on top of his battered cooler with a distinct thud, noting from the corner of his eye the way she flinched at the harshness of the sound.
She was nervousâand obviously crazy as hell. Either that, or a pathetic little con, looking for an easy score.
âSo tell me, sunshine,â he drawled, injecting just the right amount of ridicule into his deep voice. âYou talk to the dead often, or is today just my lucky day?â
Reaching up to hook her windblown hair behind her left ear, she held his hard gaze without so much as a flicker of those long, thick lashes rimming the deep cinnamon brown of her eyes. âAs a matter of fact, I do. How often depends on themâ¦not me.â
Ian stared at her while those strange words played through his mind. Sheâd stopped just a few feet away from where he stood, her gaze both shy and direct in that way that always captured a manâs attention. The bristling Colorado mountain breeze played havoc with her shoulder-length, honey-blond curls, carrying a scent to his nose lost somewhere between want and needâand something hot caught fire in his blood, like a burning glow heating him from within. Even down deep, in those forgotten places where things always stayed cool and calmâ¦and lifelessâwhere nothing and no one could touch himâhe sensed an uncomfortable spark of awareness.
Dropping his sunglasses back down to shield his eyes, Ian picked up his hammer and went back to work, bracing the wall heâd just raised. He no longer held her gaze, but he still felt her, like a fine tension that vibrated from her body to his own, its rhythm rapid and quivering.
What the hell?
âI know it soundsâ¦impossible,â she added, âbut itâs true.â
Yeah, sure it was.
âDonât they have medication for people like you, Miss Stratton?â he asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm, determined to ignore herâ¦the heatâ¦the irritating beads of sweat snaking down his spine beneath the damp cotton of his T-shirt. Not to mention the unwanted sexual hunger twisting belligerently in his gut. âWhatâd you do, miss a dose?â
âIâm not psychotic or delusional.â She sighed, sounding tired. Weary even. âAnd Iâm not after your money orââ
âGood,â