Wild CatBy: Christine Feehan
For Tarah, who loves Leopards!
For My Readers
Be sure to go to christinefeehan.com/members/ to sign up for my PRIVATE book announcement list and download the FREE ebook of Dark Desserts. Join my community and get firsthand news, enter the book discussions, ask your questions and chat with me. Please feel free to email me at [email protected] I would love to hear from you. Each year, the last weekend of February, I would love for you to join me at my annual FAN event, an exclusive weekend with an intimate number of readers for lots of fun, fabulous gifts and a wonderful time. Look for more information at fanconvention.net.
With any book there are many people to thank. In this case¸ the usual suspects: Domini, for her research and help; my power hours group, who always make certain I’m up at the crack of dawn working; and of course Brian Feehan, who I can call anytime and brainstorm with so I don’t lose a single hour. A special thanks to Irma Camargo for my Spanish endearments. If I got anything wrong, that’s totally on me. For the salsa and dip recipes, thanks to Irma Camargo (the above Irma’s mother) for her help, and again, I certainly hope I made them correctly.
A Special Note
When I was a child growing up, my mother would tell me stories of when she was young and first married to my father. She married him never having cooked or held a baby. One day while he was gone working, she wanted to surprise him with one of his favorite meals. She burned her hands on the chilies and he came home and was very upset with her, but of course he took great care of her. I always wanted to retell that story because I loved it so much. Irma Camargo (the mother) allowed me to do so by providing me with the recipes so Elijah would have to take very good care of Siena.
“Siena, bella, come see your old nonno for a minute.”
Siena obediently dropped her car keys on the table and hurried into the sitting room her grandfather preferred. The room was cozy and always just a little too warm. As a rule that didn’t bother her, but for some reason lately, her body seemed overheated. She was restless and edgy and hot. Very hot. Her skin ached, felt too tight, stretched over her frame. Even her jaw hurt. Her breasts felt swollen and achy, and for the first time in her life, she burned between her legs. Like crazy. It was awful.
The condition seemed to come and go at will for no apparent reason. It had started a couple of weeks earlier and was getting significantly worse. She was grateful she had just earned her master’s of science in oenology and had come home, although being in the same room with her beloved grandfather when her body was on fire was decidedly uncomfortable.
She needed to get out of the house – immediately. Lately, the condition had gotten so bad she was seriously thinking about visiting an adult store and getting herself a toy. A really good one. Sheesh. She’d never looked at a man like that. Well, that wasn’t strictly the truth. She’d once seen Elijah Lospostos when she was fifteen. They sat across from each other at a dinner when she’d been home from boarding school. He was at least eight years older than her. Maybe ten. It hadn’t mattered. The moment she’d laid eyes on him, something wild unfurled deep inside of her. She’d barely been able to keep her eyes off of him. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. Ever. And her grandfather employed a lot of men.
She tried as hard as she could not to stare at him, but sometimes she’d felt his gaze on her, and every time she’d looked up, his eyes were looking at her. There was no mistake. He smiled. She didn’t. She blushed. A horrible reaction. He’d tried to engage her in conversation and she’d stammered. Blushed more. It had been horrible. She was smart. Brilliant. She was already doing college courses. And she couldn’t say a single intelligent word to him. Even the memory embarrassed her.
“What is it, Nonno?” she asked, bending to brush a kiss along his jaw. She ruffled his hair. He still had a wild mane of hair. All silver, but thick as a cat’s pelt. His eyes, a dark chocolate, were faded, but still sharp. “I’m off to the gym.” Because she really, really needed to work out hard. Tire herself to the point of exhaustion so she could actually get some sleep. She was desperate for sleep.
“I need a favor, bella, a small one for an old man, eh?” he coaxed.
As if she had ever in her life turned him down when he asked her for something. She was rarely at the house. She had been in boarding school most of her life and then college, but she treasured her times at home with him. He was her only living relative. It was just Antonio Arnotto and his granddaughter. The two of them.