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Earth Bound

A Sea Heaven Novel

Sea Haven Band 4

#1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan returns to the mysterious coastal town of Sea Haven where a woman is stalked by her inescapable past in the fourth novel in the Sisters of the Heart series.

On the shores of Sea Haven, six women touched by great loss have come together in a sisterhood strengthened by the elements-a bond each will need as new love and danger enter their lives...

After escaping from a cult, Lexi found refuge with her sisters on the farm that more than sustained her body-it nurtured her soul as well. But she never forgot the terror she left behind or the always present fear that the cult would find her again, and claim her. Then her nightmare came true.

Lexi was discovered and threatened-only to be suddenly saved by a stranger. He is Gavriil Prakenskii, and he's awestruck by the woman he's rescued. She is destined for him. He can feel it in his soul. But how can Lexi find happiness with a man steeped in secrets and shadows, one intimately acquainted with violence, and whose very love could be the death of them?
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Praise for Christine Feehan and her Sisters of the Heart novels

"I love everything she does."-J. R. Ward

"The queen of paranormal romance."-USA Today

"The fiery combination of Prakenskii brothers and elemental sisters has made this series one that never disappoints. Pure Feehan magic!"-RT Book Reviews

"Ms. Feehan is at the top of her game with this magical romance."-The Romance Readers Connection

"Feehan brings a sizzling story of seduction and sorcery to her readers."-Examiner.com

"The Sisters of the Heart series...gives the reader a thrilling and heartwarming story...I can't wait to read the next one."-ParanormalHaven.com
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Christine Feehan wurde in Kalifornien geboren, wo sie heute noch mit ihrem Mann und ihren elf Kindern lebt. Sie begann bereits als Kind zu schreiben und hat seit 1999 mehr als dreißig Romane veröffentlicht, die in den USA mit zahlreichen Literaturpreisen ausgezeichnet wurden und regelmäßig auf den Bestsellerlisten landen.
Christine Feehan has received numerous honours including being a nominee for the Romance Writers of America RITA and receiving a Career Achievement Award from ROMANTIC TIMES.
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    PAIN was a strange entity. It could live and breathe, existing in every cell in one's body. It could cripple, rob one of breath, of dignity, of quality of life. Pain could be the first thing one felt when waking and the last thing one felt when falling asleep. It was an insidious enemy. Silent. Unseen. Deadly. Gavriil Prakenskii had decided some time ago to make pain his friend.

    If he was going to survive, if it was even possible with pain as his companion, he would come to terms with it-and he had. Until this moment. Until pain wasn't about the physical or the mental, but all about the emotional. That was an entirely different kind of pain, and one he was completely unprepared for.

    His life was one of absolute discipline and control. He planned his every move, and his contingency plans had backup contingency plans. There was never a moment that he wasn't ready for. There was never a time when anything shocked or surprised him. He stayed alive that way. He had no friends, and he thought of everyone he encountered as an enemy. The few people he had ever allowed himself to feel even a drop of friendship with had eventually betrayed him, and he simply counted those painful moments as important lessons to be learned.

    He was used to deceit and betrayal. To blood, torture, pain and death. He was used to being alone. He was most comfortable in that world because he understood it. He was thirty-seven years old and he'd been in that world since he'd been a child. He knew more ways to kill or torture a human being than he could count. It was instinctive, automatic and a natural part of him. He carried death with him the way others might carry their identities, because he was death. If he came out of the shadows, even for a moment, it was to deliver that killing blow.

    Few ever saw him. He lived in a shadowy world, and moved through it like a phantom, a ghost in the night, leaving dead bodies in his wake. He wasn't real, was nothing more than a shadow someone might catch a glimpse of. Insubstantial. Without substance. He hadn't been human in years. Yet here he stood in the early morning, dawn streaking long rays of light through the velvet black of night with his well-ordered world crumbling around him so that he felt the earth actually move under him.

    His palm itched. Not a small nagging itch, but a full-blown do-something-this-minute-to-alleviate-it itch. Gavriil pressed his hand tightly into his thigh and held it there, his heart suddenly beating hard in his chest. Life sometimes threw curves at the most unexpected times-yet he should have known this might happen.

    He had walked into a place of power. Energy rippled in the air and came up through the ground. It was in the wind and in the very water he felt flowing beneath the ground. This place, this farm he had come to, was dangerous and yet he hadn't heeded the warnings-hadn't expected the danger would be to him or what form it would take. He had come, and now someone would pay the price.

    A young woman came toward him through a field of corn, the stalks taller than she was. She moved with grace, a fluid easy manner, occasionally stopping to pull one of the ears down and inspect it.

    He couldn't take his eyes from her or the way the plants leaned toward her, as if she were the sun, not that bright ball beginning its climb into the sky. She was dressed in vintage blue jeans, frayed, full of holes and faded light from many washings, and a carelessly buttoned dark blue plaid shirt. He knew she'd buttoned it carelessly because the top and bottom buttons were undone, and he had a ridiculous urge to slip them into the closures for her-or maybe open all the rest.

    Her auburn hair was very long, probably past her waist, and very thick, but she had it pulled back away from her face in a careless ponytail. Her face was oval and rather pale, but her eyes, as they surveyed the cornstalks, were a striking cool, forest green. Even in
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Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 384
Altersempfehlung ab 18
Erscheinungsdatum 07.07.2015
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-515-15557-0
Verlag Penguin US
Maße (L/B/H) 17,2/10,3/3 cm
Gewicht 185 g
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