Hunter's Rise (The Hunters) - Softcover

Walker, Shiloh

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0425248372 ISBN 13: 9780425248379

Publisher: Berkley, 2012

Synopsis

"Shiloh's books are sinfully good, wickedly sexy, and wildly imaginative!"--Larissa Ione, New York Times bestselling author
Playing by one's own rules is tempting danger for a female mercenary and a mysterious stranger  in Shiloh Walker's new novel in a "scorchingly hot"* series...
 
His past is a mystery, even to him--a werewolf with memories so lost in a fog that even the Hunter's healers cannot help him. Two hundred years ago,Torontoawakened on an unfamiliar street, naked and alone. Dogged by the unanswered questions of his enigmatic existence, he fears he will never find the missing pieces of the puzzle that is his life.
 
The vampire Sylvia is no Hunter. She's a take-no-prisoner mercenary that just barely skates this side of what the Hunters consider acceptable. She has no use for them, their laws, their rules. All she wants is to hunt her quarry, and make a lot of money. Her newest prey is a killer as devious as he is slippery. But her newest complication is of a more intimate sort: A blonde, blue-eyed werewolf who interferes with her plans in so many exquisite ways.

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From the Inside Flap

There was a whisper--a familiar one--of cotton against flesh.
 
Turning his head slightly, he watched something black and soft fall to the floor.
 
His T-shirt.
 
His heart jumped into his throat, lodged there for about five seconds and made it impossible to breathe. Then it settled back in his chest, beating about two hundred beats a minute, he figured as he shut the dishwasher, still staring at the puddle of black cotton on the floor in front of him.
 
His palms were sweating as he lifted his head and stared at Sylvia, standing eighteen inches away, wearing nothing more than her damp hair and that devilish, cocky little smile.
 
"I don't get seduced," she said quietly. "I might decide to seduce somebody, or I might just decide to have wild and crazy sex with them. But I don't get seduced."
 
She closed the distance between them and reached out, trailed her fingers along the front of his shirt. "You still want to go for a run, Toronto?"
 
He couldn't speak. For the life of him, he couldn't say a damn word.
 
So instead, he gathered that dark, silky hair in one hand and slanted his mouth over hers. As she met his kiss, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and hauled her against him. Naked, her skin still warm from the bath, she fit him perfectly, those amazing curves aligning next to his body like she'd been made for him.
 
He growled against her lips as she rocked against him.
 
"I thought you said no grabby hands," he muttered against her mouth.
 
"I wasn't being completely honest . . . I planned to do plenty of grabbing. I just wanted to do it my way." She pulled back a fraction, staring into his eyes, clear challenge written on her face. "Is that a problem?"
 
She was in his arms, naked. "Hell, no."
 
"Good." A pleased smile curled her lips as she stroked her hands along his waist, then dipped them under his shirt, pushing it up as she went until she could strip it away completely.
 
As it fell to the floor by the other one, she eased back, staring into his eyes for a long moment before lowering her gaze. Toronto held still as she lifted her hands and curved them over his shoulders, stroking down, her fingers learning the planes and ridges of his body. When she reached the small ring piercing his left nipple, she paused. Lifting a brow, she touched it, tugging it lightly. "Silver, Toronto?"
 
He shrugged. "I got bored one night."
 
"So you pierced yourself with silver. You trying to poison yourself?" She continued to toy with it, her skeptical gaze lingering on his face.
 
"I'm too strong for that little bit to poison me." He grinned at her, trying not to react while she played with the ring. It shouldn't feel that damn good, he knew it. But while he was too strong for the ring to poison him, that bit of silver piercing his flesh did make him damn sensitive there and it was almost painfully erotic to have her tugging on it like that.
 
"So you did this because you were bored?" A wicked grin curved her lips. "You get bored a lot? What else did you pierce?"
 
Her gaze dropped low and a visceral, blistering punch of heat raced through him even as he instinctively winced. "Not there, sweetheart."

About the Author

Shiloh Walker is the national bestselling author of many novels, including Hunting the Hunter, Hunter's Salvation, and Hunters: Heart and Soul.

About this edition

• Publisher: Berkley
• Publication date: 2012
• ISBN 10: 0425248372
• ISBN 13: 9780425248379
• Binding: Mass Market Paperback
• Number of pages: 336