- Taschenbuch: 304 Seiten
- Verlag: Berkley (5. Oktober 2010)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 0425237397
- ISBN-13: 978-0425237397
- Vom Hersteller empfohlenes Alter: Ab 18 Jahren
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 10,6 x 2,1 x 17,1 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 3 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 308.572 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Styx's Storm (A Novel of the Breeds, Band 22) (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 5. Oktober 2010
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Lora Leigh is known for her deliciously intense and satisfying erotic romance. Her characters come to her in her dreams, inspiring her with the possibilities of What If... Most days, Lora can be found in front of her computer weaving daydreams while sipping the ambrosia of the gods, also known as coffee. When not writing, thinking about writing, or plotting what to write, Lora, a Kentucky native, enjoys gardening, fishing, and hiking with her husband and children.
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The bar was hopping, music pounding, drinks flowing smoothly and customers packing the bar area and dance floor. It was one of those country hole-in-the-walls that attracted both criminal elements as well as the upper class and everything in between. It was one of those places Storme could slide into, and her scent became masked by the dozens of sweating, lusty, alcohol-infused bodies that filled it.
It was one of the few ways to hide from paranormal senses and extrasensory capabilities. It was one of the few places Storme had a hope of resting before she had to run again.
And God knew, she was tired. Exhaustion was beginning to swamp her, desperation was clawing at her back, and fear was a companion she hadn’t separated from in far too long.
She wanted to rest.
Was there a saying about no rest for the wicked? There was. She must have been wicked in a former life though, because this life had just been spent running.
“Whiskey shot and a beer,” she said wearily as the waitress came to the table.
Pulling a few of the precious bills from her pocket, she slid the money to the waitress when she returned.
She tossed back the whiskey, then chased the burn with the icy bitterness of the beer and blew out a slow, deep breath before looking around.
The band was actually pretty good here, the lead singers sultry when they needed to be, hard and filled with desperation when the song called for it.
The smell of cigarette smoke, booze, sweat and lust was so strong it didn’t take Breed senses to detect it, Storme Montague decided as she sat in the corner of the room and watched the customers milling through the large area. A human with any sense of smell could detect it.
Moving to the corner of the booth, she hunched into the shadows and watched the crowd, knowing that even here there was danger. She had glimpsed it as she rushed inside and skirted the edge of the room to get as far away from it as possible.
From where she sat she could see the Breeds in the far corner as the crowds shifted and moved between them. There were four, and she knew all of them. Not personally, of course, but Storme knew a lot of Breeds; she’d made it her business to learn who they were, especially when she caught them trailing her.
Navarro Blaine, and this one, she knew well from Omega. He was a Wolf Breed with Asian heritage. He was tall, dusky skinned with the exotic slant of eyes and high, flat cheekbones. Black, brown and a hint of gray filled his hair, though the gray wasn’t from age, it was from the gray Wolf genetics he carried. He was dressed a bit more sophisticated than the three he was with. Black silk slacks, leather shoes and a white silk shirt matched with an expensive black leather jacket.
That hair was long, falling nearly to the middle of his back as his black eyes, narrowed and intense, surveyed the room.
This Breed she knew, unfortunately. He had been in Omega while she had been there with her father. If she wasn’t mistaken, he had been one of her father’s favorite creations.
Several times she had heard her brother refer to Navarro with worry and fondness, and several times her father had actually stated that he could have considered the Breed a son.
Her father had a daughter, but this Breed had concerned him far more than his daughter’s safety had, and for that, Storme had once hated him with a passion.
Lawe Justice and Rule Breaker were Lion Breeds. Both men were extremely handsome, as all Breeds were, and rumored to be full brothers, perhaps even twins. Shoulder-length black hair was pulled to the napes of both men’s necks, while powerful bodies were attired in jeans, boots, T-shirts and denim jackets.
It was the fourth one that seemed the odd Breed out. He sat back casually in his chair, one hand lying on the table, his fingers tapping to the music as he glanced at the dance floor and the women that sauntered by the table to draw the men’s attention.
Blue eyes. Ocean blue. She could see those eyes each time she caught a glimpse of his face through the crowd. Long red hair flowed past his shoulders, coarse rather than soft, tied back at his nape as the others’ was, though it had the appearance of having been tamed only under protest.
Squared, strong features drew instant female attention, as did the exotic eyes that appeared to be lined with the faintest edge of kohl. High cheekbones, well-molded male lips, broad shoulders, a strong chest and impressive biceps. He was larger and broader than the other men, and looked exactly like what he had been created to be. A Scots warrior. He would have looked at home in a kilt with a sword strapped to his waist.
Leather pants, heavy boots, a white long-sleeved shirt and leather riding jacket were the perfect covering for him. They made him look harder, broader, more dangerous.
He was Styx Mackenzie, the one Breed she was seriously growing tired of playing games with. He had been on her ass for more than a year now, off and on, determined to track her down and force her to listen to the proposition the Breed community had for her.
She already knew the details. Protection in exchange for information.
She wanted to laugh at the thought. As though a Breed could ever protect her. They would be more inclined to tear her throat out if she displeased one of them.
A flash of memory, buried so deep that she rarely let herself remember it, had her eyes closing briefly as she fought it back.
Her brother’s death. The Breed ripping out his throat, the sounds of James’s last gurgled breath and her father’s cry of fear and pain.
They should have gone with her. They should have escaped as well rather than staying behind to destroy the last of the files they had on whatever secret project they had been involved in. That information had been more important than their lives. More important than her life, because her father entrusted her with the care of it, despite the fact that he should have realized that the Council would know exactly who he had given it to.
The Council scientists knew, and the Breeds knew, and she had been running from both for the past ten years.
She was tired of running, but there was a part of her that still refused to give up the information she had.
Glancing down at her hands, she watched as she twisted her mother’s antique ring on her finger. The wedding band her father had given her mother had been in the Montague family for generations upon generations. The diamonds, sapphires and emeralds were family jewels, the blues and greens family colors. And Storme was now the last of the Montague line. There were no sons left to carry on the name, and there would be no daughters left to wear the ring.
The ring had been intended for James’s wife, a wife he had never had because the danger of the job he had undertaken with his father had been too great.
She glared across the room at the four Breeds. Monsters. Animals. She hated every damned one of them. As far as she was concerned, there was no crime greater than that of creating such farcical replications of humans and trying to convince the world they deserved to move freely among them.
Hatred swirled inside her for the loss of her father, her brother, the loss of her childhood and the dreams she had had of freedom. Dreams that had never come to fruition because each time she thought she had found peace, Breeds had managed to find her.
It didn’t matter if they were the few Breeds still aligned with the Council or those who proclaimed to desire nothing but peace and freedom. They were all killers. They all wanted her for a reason, for the information they thought she had.
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Ja, man fühlt mit Storme mit, sie hat eine traumatische Vergangenheit und wird ziemlich unfair von Styx herein gelegt, aber dann erfährt man, wie kindisch sie sich seit über 10 Jahren benimmt, und das ändert sich auch nicht wirklich bis zum Schluss, also bitte, einerseits glaubt sie an Jonas' Vertrauenswürdigkeit, aber gleichzeitig will sie ihm die Daten nicht geben- warum? Nur wegen dessen, was ihr Vater gesagt hat? Also bitte!
Dann ist da Styx, man erfährt einfach kaum etwas wirklich über ihn, außer dass er wie ein Highlander aussieht und Schokolade liebt. Hm.
Der Rest des Buches handelt davon, wie alle versuchen, Storme dazu zu bringen, die Daten den Breed zu geben, und außerdem ihre Meinung/Angst zu beeinflussen.
Mich stört an Lora Leigh als Autorin einfach ihre offensichtliche Unfähigkeit, in vielen Büchern, u.a. diesem, Probleme per Kommunikation zu lösen statt mit(viel)Sexszenen, die weiblichen Charaktere werden sich(ihren Prinzipien) immer selbst untreu, sobald der männliche Held sie auch nur ansieht....das ist ein Schema, dass sich durch alle Stories zieht, und wenn man davon absieht, dass es paranormal erotic/romance ist, können andere Autoren das ja auch.
Empfehlenswert als heißes Buch für kalte Abende, wenn man mit den Breed vertraut ist, ansonsten eher nur 3 Sterne wert, denn Lora Leigh kann es ja(viel)besser, das hat sie schon bewiesen, und das möchten wir als Fans von ihr lesen.
Everyone is after Storme because she has data which could help Jonas. His little daughter was infected with something and he is sure that the data could help to find a cure. The council is after the data because they - like always - want to harm the breeds. In the beginning Styx caught her and the whole story is set in Haven. It's all about: "Give me the microchip." "I don't have it" or "We breeds are not as bad as you think." "You killed my father and my brother and I hate all of you." Besides that nothing happens.
I don't know which person the next book will be about but I really hope that it will bring us forward in the overall story. This one could also have been a novella.
Without knowing why, alpha male, ex-navy James "Dawg" Mackay, is irresistibly attracted to Crista Ann Jenson, he, who never loved, he, who shared his women for so many years, can't forget her.
She however resists him, avoids him even.
When one night, he gets has the opportunity of blackmailing her into his bed, he does not hesitate. There he finally remembers: the night after his parents' burial, more drunk then conscious, he did have her already, these memories had been haunting his dreams for the last 8 years. She however has never forgotten.
Once she has lost her heart to him, she will not do this mistake again. Once he let her go, but he will not do this mistake again.
While trying to save her life, he has to make her love him and admit his own love to her.
Lora Leigh's books are an erotic thunderstorm. Daring, exiting and fun, filled with want, need and love. If you like it hot you will love this author in general and this book in particular...
And what I really like about Lora Leigh is that she presents characters who really love each other, there the sexual encounter is full of feelings, hard, but tender.
Enjoy the read MBTM
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Wolf Breed Styx Mackenzie has been tailing Storme for more than two years, never able to get a fix on her until he brushes up against her in a bar one night. Rescuing her from a band of Coyotes who'd also tracked her down, they end up sharing a night of passion, but when Storme thinks she can leave, she finds out that Styx has betrayed her and called in the Breed troops to force her back to the Breed compound until she gives up the chip.
To say I'm conflicted about both this review and the future of the series as a whole is an understatement. I have mad love for the series. I've stuck around for 22 books now, so I must, unless I've got a masochistic streak; actually, considering the last couple of books, I'm wondering. I've tossed this poor review around for more than two weeks now and I guess it's time to lay it down and just try to be as diplomatic as possible (oh boy), because I really do want to review it and do it fairly.
I like Styx. He's funny and cute. He's not particularly over the top alpha, which I'd say was weird for Leigh, but Jonas discovered his softer side (snorting here) in Lion's Heat; he's back to tall, sexy and evil here, but it's a case of TLTL for me now. I think she's trying hard for the strong sensitive type now? He's got some funky genetics with the mixed wolf and Robert the Bruce thing going and I really didn't understand the bit about his grandfather and the aging business, but sometimes the extra plot bits are hard to follow in some of these Breed books, so I give Leigh a pass there.
It was nice to see the return of so many familiar Breeds, bringing the story back to Sanctuary. I like all the get-togethers, like in Dawn's Awakening, when the gang was all together. They're a good bunch when they're working for a good cause. I'm not sure exactly what the cause here was, because this was one convoluted non-plot about a data chip that went nowhere, but hey, they all came out for it.
Oh god, Storme. I get that she has huge baggage from her brother and father's murders and from her father's sort of backhanded parenting skills. I think that her intolerance with the Breeds stopped being a character issue after the first few chapters though and actually became the plot. Not an area of conflict. It seems to comprise the plot, because nearly the entirety of the book is all about Storme and how much she hates, except when she's having sex with Styx, which she's not sure she should hate. As a character flaw, it's something her relationship with Styx would help her overcome; as a plot point, it drags on and makes for an uncomfortable read. For once, I was grateful a book was short. You have no idea how much that pains me to say about a Lora Leigh; I've read some of her books so many times, they've fallen apart.
I completely flipped for Dawn's Awakening, Coyote's Mate and Mercury's War, the three back-to-back best Breed books I think Leigh has written to date, but the next was for a Breed I wasn't invested in and then came Jonas' let-down and now this (to be fair, I'm not all that invested in Styx either). Cassie, Elizabeth and Dash's daughter from Elizabeth's Wolf, is another Breed that shows up here and has a sort of cult following among the series faithful, and poor Leigh has been pestered about her book for years; she's only about 18 "now," so if/when that book happens, it will be a long time coming.
I'm at a loss about where I am with the series. The next Breed book up is Navarro's Promise, and it's for another Breed I care nothing about (he was in Storme's father's lab) that popped up seemingly out of nowhere. I'd like to see some books about characters that I already know and have feelings for: how about Rule, Lawe, Brim or the delicious Dane? Yet on the other hand, it'd be the death-knell of the series for me if they ended up with a treatment like this.
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-actually finished it without too much frustration
-Jonas' character true to form
-Storme's character, while not necessarily likeable, was somewhat believable and consistent character-wise throughout
-Cassie's development was a nice touch, though very limited in exposure
-Styx's character was mostly sidelined. No offense to anyone else, but I kinda like focusing on the MALE a little more in my romances, and he was really just a secondary character, or a foil, if you will. He didn't really have a personality beyond "nice guy breed"
-Navarro seemed lame as heck and the book is really going to be about him? How about someone we LIKE and WANT to read about? Like, Cassie, Dog, David, Ashley, Rule or Lawe (as lame as their names are).
-HORRIBLE EDITING!!!! In the first chapter she goes from not having a certain weapon, to having the weapon in her jacket, to the weapon being mystically transformed into a different weapon.
-EXTREMELY bad editing!
-Book wasn't even 300 pages.
-Sex scenes not super great (or remembrance worthy)
-Plot interesting, but not compelling, and not enough to make up for the feeling of being cheated once the book is finished
-Villians nobody knows/recognizes
-Very little development of... everything.
On the BRIGHT side, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and much better than some of her others. Choppy, but not terrible. I wouldn't say it's a straight up pay check book, but it definitely was written distractedly.
I'm not going to say I'm writing the series off, but I'm definitely going to be checking the next one out from the library before I decide to buy anymore from the series.
Not great, not horrible, disappointing, but I could've been watching reality tv instead, so not a total loss. Mediocre at best.
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