Swamp Inheritance (The Swamp Series)

In the third book of the Swamp Series, visit the New Orleans area and a small town in the Louisiana swamp another time, where love crosses into obsession; where deception, secrets, and murder are hidden in troubled minds in the streets of the city and behind a dark curtain of Spanish moss. Meet up again with the werewolf whose heart is bruised and aching, slip into the web of suspense where situations get sizzling and edgy, killers lurk, and passion runs hot and deep. Take a walk on the wild side and get friendly with the warm and furry once more. ************ ************ ************ ************ ************ Kitty felt a rush of breath as Creely buried his face in her neck and sucked in her scent. She laughed deep in her throat, a sensual sound. She'd been prepared for him, her naked body wrapped in a silk kimono that fell open with one tug. A sudden spark sprang from the mating of their tongues. His tongue danced and teased over the pulse in her throat as their bodies rubbed against each other, belly to belly. His tongue moved down and settled in the valley of her breasts. ************ ************ ************ ************Domeno had shifted earlier and hunted. He'd eaten the pelican and its eggs and the taste of the bird's oily feathers lingered on his tongue. The hum of mosquitoes filled his ears and the flicker of lightning bugs danced before his eyes. He leaned back in the cane rocker and closed his eyes, allowing the sound of nocturnal creatures to serenade him with their music. Domeno's skin crawled as if something had skittered along his shoulders. Emile stood a few feet away, his smile a slight stretch of his lips, the edges of his teeth showing behind the gray-toned skin. That same bony structure that had been misshapen and malformed months before had straightened, and the gobs and patches of hair that once covered his entire body were only wisps. His mismatched eyes held a reddish tint, not the solid wolf red of a shift, but close, and his stare was hard and cold. Had another full moon worked that magic? Or was it his double wolf genes? ************ ************ ************ ************ The man stood at the end of the crudely constructed table and studied the naked girl. Leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles bound her to the table, and a pair of leather straps, one across her chest, below her breasts, and one across her pale thighs. He had removed all her clothing except her shoes. She really should have let herself get more sun, he thought. The first girl he killed had been an accident, but none of them since had been accidental. ************ ************ ************ ************ The nursery lay bathed in shades of red. Blood dripped off the rails of the crib into the thick white carpet. Kitty felt the weight of her heart as it climbed into her throat. Malin sat in bright crimson a few feet from the crib. In front of her, between her legs, lay the dog. Its chest cavity lay open like the wings of a scarlet butterfly. ************ ************ ************ ************The ball of white fur and gold eyes peered up at the man when he removed the lid. It waited a moment, as if judging the situation, placed one cautious paw at a time over the edge of the box and climbed out. It could have easily been a dog, an overgrown puppy . . . but it wasn't. "Wolf!" the man cried an instant before the animal sank its fangs into his throat with a snarling shriek, and toppled him to the ground.