Leopard's Wrath (Leopard People, #11)

by Christine Feehan

but this was different. Very different. This woman mattered in some undefined way he didn’t fully understand. He wanted to stay in her company.

He lived in hell. It was that simple. What man subjected a good woman to hell? What kind of a man would he be if he even considered it?

She felt different when she was close to him. Safe. Calm. Just different.

My grandmother used to say, ‘Don’t frown, Ania, laughter is so much better for the world. Give your family and friends that gift always.’

He was even more amazing than she remembered.

He was sheer power. Dangerous. A predator among sheep. He wasn’t handsome in the accepted sense of the word. He was too rough-looking. Too scarred, his features too rugged. He looked masculine without one hint of a softer trait.

That direct stare spoke volumes of knowledge about secrets she suddenly needed to know.

He needed her. He was already addicted to her smile. To her brightness. But it was the way she brought peace to him that he needed. Once he felt that, he knew he couldn’t live without it.

His mouth came down on hers and the world tilted. Spun. Would never be the same.

you. I want your trust, yes, but I intend to prove to you that you can trust me.

me. I want babies. In the plural. As many as you’ll let me make with you.

She smiled at him, and immediately his heart ached.

He certainly hadn’t convinced Ania that she was his world. He hadn’t had that chance.

He had to find a way to make Ania realize she was at the very center of his world.

She loved that look on his face. She loved him. How had that even happened? She was caught up in something she didn’t fully understand, but she knew he was the man for her.

Life had gone from scary awful to good.

I love him. I do. I feel it deep down. Everywhere. It’s deep and true and protective. I