Waiting On Wednesday & Excerpt ~ Shadow Flight by Christine Feehan @AuthorCFeehan

Posted April 1, 2020 by Tanya in Waiting on Wednesday / 0 Comments

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Waiting on Wednesday is a feature hosted by Breaking The Spine. This is my anticipated book of the week!
 
 

Chicago’s Ferraro crime family will do anything to protect one of their own in this thrilling entry in the Shadow Riders series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan.

Nicoletta Gomez was a terrified teenager when Taviano Ferraro and his brother saved her life. Ever since, she’s been trying to rise above what was done to her, molding herself into a survivor under the protective eyes of the Ferraro family. All the while, she’s been falling hopelessly in love with the man who knows her darkest secrets.…

With one look, Taviano knew that Nicoletta was his, just as he felt their shadows connect. But no matter how much he wanted to claim her, he knew she needed time to become her own woman. When Nicoletta once again finds herself in the sights of dangerous men, a split-second decision has Taviano breaking all of the Ferraro family’s rules to keep her safe. And as far as he’s concerned, the reward is more than worth the risk. 

 

The Shadow Riders series has had me fascinated from the beginning. The paranormal powers the Ferraro family possess are original and how they use those powers keeps me interested. Taviano has felt the connection with Nicoletta since they first rescued her. Shadow Riders know they have find their partner when their shadows connect. And that only happens between two Shadow Riders. A lot of the time, one partner does not realize they are a Rider. Nicoletta knows and has fallen in love with Taviano, but she was so young when she was first brought into the Ferraro family, this relationship has been on hold for awhile. Not a lot of time in the previous books has been spent on Nicolleta so it will be easier to envision her of age to finally connect with Taviano.

I’m excited to see the spit-fire Nicoletta give in to her feelings for Taviano who has been trying so hard to keep her safe for the past few years. We are going to get Nicoletta and Taviano’s story, Shadow Flight by Christine Feehan on May 5th, 2020. If you haven’t gotten started on this series, now is the perfect time. Otherwise, I would get this book preordered ASAP.

Excerpt

“Nicoletta?”

She blinked, trying to make the voice Pia’s, or Bianca’s. It was too deep. A man’s voice. One with an accent. One far too familiar. She turned her head and found herself staring into a pair of speculative dark brown eyes. The man was close to forty. She recognized him immediately and her heart dropped—nearly stopped beating. Armando Lupez. He was Benito Valdez’s right hand.

Benito Valdez was the head of the bloodiest gang, the Demons, with headquarters in New York. Unfortunately, Benito, just out of prison, had fixated on her and demanded her step-uncles turn her over to him. Right before that had happened, she had been rescued by the Ferraros and just disappeared. No one knew where she was or what happened to her. She’d lived in Chicago and just assumed that over the intervening years, she’d been forgotten.

All around them darkness embraced the crowd, and lights pounded on and off, the colors once again spreading like a magical web. The pulse of the music should have made those colors bright and harmonic, but instead, they felt sinister and threatening. She glanced past Armando to see two more men she marked as gang members, flanking him. She didn’t recognize them, but that didn’t matter, she knew the Demons had chapters in other cities.

Armando smiled, a slow, evil smile. He had his phone out and showed her a text. “Saw you up on the screen looking so fine and sent Benito a pic. You just got better with age. He said to bring you on home. He has special plans for you.”

Nicoletta didn’t wait. She kicked him hard, smashing her boot into his groin and pulling out her phone as she did so. She didn’t wait to see Armando fall. She shoved at Pia and Bianca to get them moving. “Come on, Clariss, we have to go now. Run. Get to the other side of the aisle.”

They were slow, not understanding, but she grabbed at Clariss’s arm and dragged her as she ran toward the other side of the venue, thankful they were in the very front. There was a crowd they had to thread through, but most were standing. As she ran, she texted Taviano with one hand. Demons here. Spotted me. Chasing me now. Tell me what to do.

Get to west exit. I’ll be there. There was no hesitation. None. He answered her as if he’d been waiting for an emergency.

She sent the thumbs-up emoji.

Could Taviano get there that fast? He hadn’t come to the concert. He was waiting on the plane. She had to believe him. She risked a quick glance to see the exit sign shining in green on the west wall. The distance seemed insurmountable, especially since Pia, Bianca and Clariss insisted on turning back as Kain and the band swung into one of his biggest hits.

“Nicoletta,” Pia wailed, “what are you doing?”

“Run,” Nicoletta said, pushing her again, pouring urgency into her voice.

She glanced over her shoulder. The two men who had been behind Armando were shoving women out of their way and coming after them. A few women screamed but in the screaming of adoration for Kain up on the stage, it was impossible for security to tell that anything was wrong.

“I’m in heels,” Bianca complained. “What’s wrong?”

“Those men are after us and they’ll kill us,” Nicoletta hissed. “Before they do, they’ll rape and torture you. They’re members of the Demons gang. Now run.”

“Is this a joke?” Pia asked.

Bianca slipped off her heels but paused to look back at the two men coming toward them. One of them shoved a woman so hard using the flat of his hand between her shoulder blades that she went flying over the back of a seat. Bianca gasped and sprinted around Clariss to take the lead. She had no idea where she was going.

Posted by arrangement with Berkley, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Christine Feehan, 2020.
Excerpt from SHADOW FLIGHT by Christine Feehan

“Nicoletta?”

She blinked, trying to make the voice Pia’s, or Bianca’s. It was too deep. A man’s voice. One with an accent. One far too familiar. She turned her head and found herself staring into a pair of speculative dark brown eyes. The man was close to forty. She recognized him immediately and her heart dropped—nearly stopped beating. Armando Lupez. He was Benito Valdez’s right hand.

Benito Valdez was the head of the bloodiest gang, the Demons, with headquarters in New York. Unfortunately, Benito, just out of prison, had fixated on her and demanded her step-uncles turn her over to him. Right before that had happened, she had been rescued by the Ferraros and just disappeared. No one knew where she was or what happened to her. She’d lived in Chicago and just assumed that over the intervening years, she’d been forgotten.

All around them darkness embraced the crowd, and lights pounded on and off, the colors once again spreading like a magical web. The pulse of the music should have made those colors bright and harmonic, but instead, they felt sinister and threatening. She glanced past Armando to see two more men she marked as gang members, flanking him. She didn’t recognize them, but that didn’t matter, she knew the Demons had chapters in other cities.

Armando smiled, a slow, evil smile. He had his phone out and showed her a text. “Saw you up on the screen looking so fine and sent Benito a pic. You just got better with age. He said to bring you on home. He has special plans for you.”

Nicoletta didn’t wait. She kicked him hard, smashing her boot into his groin and pulling out her phone as she did so. She didn’t wait to see Armando fall. She shoved at Pia and Bianca to get them moving. “Come on, Clariss, we have to go now. Run. Get to the other side of the aisle.”

They were slow, not understanding, but she grabbed at Clariss’s arm and dragged her as she ran toward the other side of the venue, thankful they were in the very front. There was a crowd they had to thread through, but most were standing. As she ran, she texted Taviano with one hand. Demons here. Spotted me. Chasing me now. Tell me what to do.

Get to west exit. I’ll be there. There was no hesitation. None. He answered her as if he’d been waiting for an emergency.

She sent the thumbs-up emoji.

Could Taviano get there that fast? He hadn’t come to the concert. He was waiting on the plane. She had to believe him. She risked a quick glance to see the exit sign shining in green on the west wall. The distance seemed insurmountable, especially since Pia, Bianca and Clariss insisted on turning back as Kain and the band swung into one of his biggest hits.

“Nicoletta,” Pia wailed, “what are you doing?”

“Run,” Nicoletta said, pushing her again, pouring urgency into her voice.

She glanced over her shoulder. The two men who had been behind Armando were shoving women out of their way and coming after them. A few women screamed but in the screaming of adoration for Kain up on the stage, it was impossible for security to tell that anything was wrong.

“I’m in heels,” Bianca complained. “What’s wrong?”

“Those men are after us and they’ll kill us,” Nicoletta hissed. “Before they do, they’ll rape and torture you. They’re members of the Demons gang. Now run.”

“Is this a joke?” Pia asked.

Bianca slipped off her heels but paused to look back at the two men coming toward them. One of them shoved a woman so hard using the flat of his hand between her shoulder blades that she went flying over the back of a seat. Bianca gasped and sprinted around Clariss to take the lead. She had no idea where she was going.

Posted by arrangement with Berkley, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Christine Feehan, 2020.

 

Author

About Christine Feehan

Christine Feehan is a #1 New York Times bestselling author multiple times over with her portfolio including over 50 published novels, including five series; Dark Series, Ghostwalker Series, Leopard Series, Drake Sisters Series, & the Sisters of the Heart Series. All five series hit the #1 spot on the New York Times bestselling list as well. Her debut novel Dark Prince received 3 of the 9 Paranormal Excellence Awards in Romantic Literature (PEARL) in 1999. Since then she has been published by various publishing houses including Leisure Books, Pocket Books, and currently is writing for Berkley/Jove. She also has earned 7 more PEARL awards since Dark Prince.

IN HER WORDS:
I've been a writer all of my life -- it is who I am. I write for myself and always have. The ability to create pictures and emotions with words is such a miracle to me. I read everything; I mean everything! All kinds of books, even encyclopedias. I am fascinated by the written word and I love storytellers. It is a great privilege to be counted one myself.

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