Chaos Burning
Praise for
Heart of Darkness
“
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. Spellbinding magic, a wry-humored, gutsy heroine and a sexy-as-sin hero put the charm on this witchy new series from multitalented, always fabulous Lauren Dane!”
—Lara Adrian,
New York Times
bestselling author
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DANE ALWAYS DELIVERS A STEAMY, EXCITING RIDE
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New York Times
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UNPUTDOWNABLE
… Great characters, wonderful world-building and, as always, a delicious romance. If you pick this book up, make sure you’ve cleared the afternoon.”
—Ann Aguirre, national bestselling author
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A roller coaster of emotion, intrigue and sensual delights… I was hooked.”
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“EROTIC…
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Berkley titles by Lauren Dane
CHAOS BURNING
HEART OF DARKNESS
NEVER ENOUGH
THREE TO TANGO
(with Emma Holly, Megan Hart, and Bethany Kane)
MESMERIZED
INSIDE OUT
INSATIABLE
COMING UNDONE
LAID BARE
RELENTLESS
UNDERCOVER
Chaos Burning
LAUREN DANE
BERKLEY SENSATION, NEW YORK
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CHAOS BURNING
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Copyright © 2012 by Lauren Dane.
Excerpt from
Heart of Darkness
by Lauren Dane copyright © 2011 by Lauren Dane.
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ALWAYS LEARNING
PEARSON
For Ray, who helps me write
better bossy alphas because he is one.
Acknowledgments
Thank you so much to my wonderful editor, Leis Pederson. It’s hard to thank her in every book and make it sound fresh and to do justice to how much I appreciate her. But suffice it to say I think she’s wonderful and I’m so glad I get to work with her.
Laura Bradford, most excellent agent and fellow lover of shiny things—thank you.
None of us does this alone. I would be lost without the support of my husband. Thank you for rarely complaining when the house looks like a first draft and for taking the kids out on weekend afternoons so I can work.
Fatin, who is far more than an assistant. She is a friend, a dear, kind woman who always makes me laugh and makes sure I don’t go off the rails.
Mary and Renee—you both mean so much to me! Thank you for all you do.
Megan—thanks for all the listening and for making me laugh and for being just as loopy as I am.
Thank you also to Lara Adrian for blurbing
Heart of Darkness
! You’re wonderfully supportive as well as being a kick-butt author. Similar thanks to Carly Phillips, who is equally supportive and talented. The support of my fellow authors means a great deal to me. I’ve been helped so many times from the very beginning. I’m very fortunate.
Last but never ever least—thank you to all my readers, new, old and in between. I appreciate each and every one of you! Thanks for helping make this dream of mine possible.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
LARK
shouldered her duffel and headed down the Jetway, hoping to avoid the cute and nice-smelling hipster college student who’d been trying to pick her up since they took off.
She really should have undone the spell she used to hide the bloom of purple, green, and yellow that bruised up her neck and onto her jaw. That sort of thing tended to lead women to take her aside to ask in concerned tones if someone was hurting her at home.
The answer was yes, of course, just not the way they thought. As it was against the rules to tell them a feral werewolf jumped her in MacArthur Park two days before, it was best left hidden to most eyes and avoid scenes with well-meaning humans.
It was nice to know people didn’t just turn a blind eye when they thought someone was being beaten up at home and it was a good reminder to use the obscura spell to hide evidence of her unconventional life.
By the time she caught sight of the escalators down to baggage claim, he’d caught up with her because he was all legs.
“Hey, do you need a ride or anything?”
“No, thanks. Someone’s meeting me here.”
“Do you want to get together? You know, while you’re in town?”
If she was just a regular old human woman, she’d be all over this cutie pie like icing on cake. She’d broken up with someone two months before and it’d been a dry spell since. But she wasn’t
regular
anything and she’d only break him. It was inevitable with humans, which is why she never allowed herself to partake in anything they had to offer.
Her life was filled with weapons and other not-human beings with weapons, or those she had to use her weapons on. They never understood it, the life she led. She had to hide her true nature from human men, and that was never a good way to have a relationship.
“I appreciate the offer. But I’m here for work and my time is pretty much booked until I go back home.”
He frowned, apparently unused to his charms failing.
“Oh. Well.” He continued to walk alongside her as they approached their carousel. And that’s when she saw the giant, beautiful man holding the sign with her name on it and she forgot tall college boy even existed.
Mentally, she wiped her brow and fanned her face. So masculine the heat and power of him radiated outward. His hair was thick and dark, cut perfectly. A tousle that made her instantly think about what he’d look like right after a long, slow kiss. His facial hair only drew the attention to that mouth. Full, gorgeous lips that were currently drawn into a wary, yet casual line as he scanned the area.
Denim covered unmistakably powerful thighs and long legs right down to a pair of boots she had no doubt were handmade by someone somewhere.
Lark had always tended toward men who were of the cute, college-hipster type currently walking at her side. Scruffy beards, lanky, sexy glasses. The kind of man who not only wore scarves but looked totally adorable in them.
Sign guy was
not
one of those men. At all. He was one of those capital-
M
Men. Huge. Broad shoulders and narrow waist. The kind she enjoyed working with because they were smart, strong, nearly fearless, independent and yet controlled. And without a doubt totally and utterly fuckable. She imagined though,
a man like him would be a hell of a lot of work to have a relationship with.
His eyes were dark, fringed by thick lashes. Those were
fuck me
eyes. Though, she noted, he looked around the room just like she did. An
Other
. Her heart kicked and her attention honed on him in a new way.
“Well, have a great quarter. Nice chatting with you.” She said it offhand as she wandered toward Sign Guy.
