Sunday Spotlight: Fire Bound by Christine Feehan

Sunday Spotlight is a feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

I’ve been reading Christine Feehan for many years now. While I lost interest in her other titles, I still adore her Sea Haven books. I anxiously await every new release..and this one is no different. I have to say, Fire Bound’s heroine was amazing. I adored her.

Fire Bound (Sisters of the Heart #5) by Christine Feehan
Releases on April 26, 2016 by Jove

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The #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sea Haven novels returns to the circle of the six sisters of the heart, bound by the elements—and to one who possesses the power to inflame the most dangerous passions of all.
 
Flame-haired Lissa Piner is a skilled glass blower whose delicate gift conceals a burning inner strength that can destroy as exquisitely as it can create. Commissioned to design chandeliers for a string of luxury hotels, her remarkable skills have taken her to Italy. But Lissa’s real mission there is a secret. For her entire life has been a lie, leading to a chance to avenge a terrible wrong.

Enlisted as her bodyguard is Casmir Prakenskii, a trained assassin living off the grid. In Lissa, he sees a kindred spirit—something unexpected and wicked, mysterious and sensual. But more than desire is about to bring them together: because both of their pasts cry out for revenge. And for two people with this many secrets, this much passion, and this many enemies, someone is bound to get burned.

I love how these sisters of the heart tame these wild bad boys.The Prakenskii brothers were all raised to be assassins and shun all emotion. I love seeeing them come to life when they find the right partner.

Excerpt

Sometimes life was pure irony. Casimir Prakenskii was an assassin. A premiere, elite assassin. He’d been an assassin since his fifteenth birthday. He’d been in training practically from birth to be anyone—anyone at all—with the exception of Casimir Prakenskii. He didn’t even know who Casimir was. He wouldn’t recognize the man if he looked in the mirror.
The role he found himself in was unexpectedly more difficult than he had anticipated. Simple enough on the surface, he’d certainly played such roles before—enough that this one was second nature to him. A bodyguard on the estate of Luigi Abbracciabene. He usually could slide into any position easily, but Luigi kept only a very few men on the Abbracciabene estate.

The house and grounds weren’t overly large, but the estate was guarded by two roving men, not a team. Still, he managed to be in the right place when one of the bodyguards “unexpectedly” came down with a “serious illness” and decided to take leave. He’d been briefed and knew his target was coming for a visit and fortunately, he had a couple of weeks to get his cover in place.

His quarry was beautiful. There was no other word for her. Beautiful. She didn’t laugh often, but when she did, every head turned toward her. It wasn’t difficult to keep an eye on her because she liked to be outside, and her hair gave her away. When the sun poured down on her, her hair looked like a living flame. Sheets of thick red hair framed her delicate oval face. Her eyes were startling blue. Not blue green, but a true deep sapphire blue framed by thick red-gold lashes she rarely bothered to darken with mascara.

She had noticed him immediately and made inquiries. She didn’t live there. She hadn’t been there in over a year, but she still noticed he wasn’t a regular in the household. For some strange reason, he found that sexy—that she seemed to notice things other women wouldn’t.

She had come right up to him to introduce herself. Close. Unafraid. He’d never been affected by a woman before, not even when he slept with one, but there was no denying the instant attraction. She felt it too. He saw it in her eyes just for the briefest of seconds. Her breathing changed. One inhale. Two. That was it, but he’d noted it. Remembered. Would always remember that moment because, for him, it was significant. He’d felt the pull of their chemistry, and so had she. She was covering it and ignoring it, just as he was.

For the first time in his life, staring down into those amazing blue eyes, he wished a woman could see Casimir Prakenskii and not the man he was portraying. He didn’t want this woman affected by a fictional character, a bodyguard who would do his job and walk away never to be seen again. He wanted her to see him—whoever the hell that was.

Her voice was soft, pitched low and melodious. The notes sank right through his skin and branded her into his bones—not a good start for a man like him. He was a master of disguise and, along with that, he was a master of his emotions, but he found himself listening for the sound of her voice wherever he was in or outside the house. He didn’t allow her—or anyone else—to see his reaction to her; he tucked it away to bring out later to savor. It was a gift. Feeling. Anything at all beside loneliness and despair. Feeling for a woman was a gift.

Posted by arrangement with Berkley Books, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Christine Feehan, 2016.

Aww, Casimir. He’s already gone for that girl and he doesn’t even know it.  <3 <3 <3

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I’ve been a writer all of my life — it is who I am. I write for myself and always have. The ability to create pictures and emotions with words is such a miracle to me. I read everything; I mean everything! All kinds of books, even encyclopedias. I am fascinated by the written word and I love storytellers. It is a great privilege to be counted one myself.

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