{"product_id":"elizabeths-wolf-isbn-9780399587887","title":"Elizabeth's Wolf","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Lora Leigh comes a new, revised edition of a beloved classic in the passionate Breed series—\u003ci\u003eElizabeth’s Wolf\u003c\/i\u003e won the hearts of readers everywhere when it was first released, and now experience the magic again in this special, expanded edition!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eSpecial-Forces solider Dash has all but given up his will to live until an innocent letter from a little girl brings him back to life. Cassie writes to him every week, strengthening his resolve to recover from the devastating loss of his unit. But when the letters suddenly stop arriving, Dash instinctively knows Cassie and her mother are in critical danger. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElizabeth and her daughter are on the run from a dark and bloody past that refuses to let them go. The stakes are too high for her to fall for this dangerous man who’s just walked into her life, but now more than ever she needs help.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSaving his mate and her daughter calls Dash’s beast to the forefront and transforms the lone wolf into an alpha protector—he becomes Elizabeth’s wolf.\u003cb\u003ePraise for Lora Leigh’s Novels of the Breeds\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Another powerful and highly erotic saga of the Breeds...Highly charged...and carnal.”—Fresh Fiction\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Incredibly sexy and emotionally riveting…Tons of action and seriously hot, erotic sex…It was a book that I could not put down.”—Smexy Books\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It is phenomenal.”—Joyfully Reviewed\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Wickedly seductive with sizzling sex scenes that will leave you begging for more.”—ParaNormal Romance\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Erotic and suspenseful.”—Romance Junkies\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Heart-wrenching.”—Fallen Angel Reviews\u003cb\u003eLora Leigh \u003c\/b\u003eis the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Nauti Boys series and the Nauti Girls series, as well as the Breed novels..Chapter 1.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Six Weeks Later\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Not today. Not today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elizabeth Colder chanted the words with silent determination as      she ran through the dirty, run-down halls of the apartment      building, fighting to get to the basement and the only avenue of      escape left to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If she was lucky-God, let her be lucky-the men ransacking her      apartment hadn't seen her in the hall. They wouldn't know she was      aware of their presence and escaping. They wouldn't catch her      before she could get away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In her arms, held tight to her, the too-small, terrified body of      her eight-year-old daughter clung to her with arms and legs, her      shudders noticeable even as Elizabeth raced down the stairwell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She fought to breathe, to go faster, to get away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As she hit the bottom step she heard the door above them crash      open and knew they were out of time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Out of time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"There she goes!\" Furious, filled with the excitement of the      chase, one of the men called out an alert just as Elizabeth      rounded the corner and found a burst of added speed as she saw the      opened door of the laundry room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She prayed it was empty. She didn't want another innocent life      destroyed because of the hell she and her baby, Cassie, were      forced to live. She couldn't bear knowing the cost someone else      would have to pay in her fight to escape.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Reaching the door, she slammed it closed as she entered the      laundry room and hurriedly pushed the bolt in place before shoving      the chair next to the door beneath the knob and jumping for the      washers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Up, Cassie. Out the window.\" She lifted her daughter to the      washers and pushed her to the open window as she climbed onto the      appliance behind her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Urging Cassie through the window, she was right behind her when      the sound of the door crashing inward sent rage and terror tearing      through her. Clawing her way through the small opening, she felt a      shard of broken glass cut across her waist a second before the      sound of a weapon discharging.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fire burned across her leg as Elizabeth pulled herself free of the      window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jumping to her feet, she ignored the pain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was bad, bad enough that tears burned her eyes and she was      forced to lean more on her left side, but not enough to halt her      flight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thank God Cassie was already in the car, the driver's-side door      open, just as she'd taught the little girl to do. She was lucky      the car hadn't been stolen yet, not that it was worth stealing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She jerked the keys from her back pocket and within seconds the      motor was running and she was pulling from the alley and shooting      across the main road into the next alley. She'd already planned an      escape route, already had another car in place, just in case this      happened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the past two years she'd learned the tricks to surviving, to      escaping. Too many near misses-far too many, actually-had forced      her to learn. She felt like a mouse and the enemy was a cat      watching her in anticipation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You're bleeding, Momma,\" Cassie whispered, her voice trembling,      shaking just as hard as her thin body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yes, she was, too much. Dammit, she didn't have time to stop      either. Not yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Just a little cut, baby. Nothing to worry about,\" Elizabeth      promised, glancing in the rearview mirror, then at the little      girl. \"Buckle your seat belt.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She checked the mirror again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The other car wasn't much better than the one she was in and the      tires were just as worn. That wasn't going to help, she knew, as      she saw the snow falling in the air and remembered the weather      report.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A coming blizzard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e God help her. She wasn't going to go far in a blizzard and she      knew it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It wasn't the first time Elizabeth had prayed in the past two      years, and she prayed she and Cassie would live to pray another      day. She had a feeling this was the end of the line if a miracle      didn't come soon, though.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Unfortunately, she'd learned that miracles were few and far      between in real life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'm sorry, Momma,\" Cassie whispered, staring straight ahead, her      expression dazed, her face white. \"I'm so sorry . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cassie said that too often, as though she could stop any of this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Cassie, this is not your fault,\" Elizabeth snapped, not for the      first time. \"None of this is your fault.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And there was no convincing her daughter, not that Elizabeth could      blame her. She alone had witnessed her father's murder, had seen      the man who had killed him. She believed it was her fault because      the man who killed him told her to watch and she'd obeyed him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elizabeth wanted to scream, to rage at whatever forces had      converged on the very night Dane had insisted on having Cassie      with him. Why had he allowed his daughter there, knowing his life      was in danger?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Rather than saying anything more, Cassie huddled into the seat,      shivering as much from fear as the cold. There hadn't even been      time to get her coat. All her daughter wore was the sweater, jeans      and sneakers she'd worn down to the basement. In a blizzard she'd      be more than defenseless against the cold. Both of them would be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As soon as she switched cars Elizabeth knew she'd have to find      some place, some way to hide them for just a few days. Just long      enough to contact the only person who might have the power to help      them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It would be a risky move, she knew. She didn't even know the man      who had made the offer of help should she ever need it. She didn't      know him and she sure as hell didn't trust him, but she knew she      wouldn't escape the next time they found her. The next time,      they'd kill her and then there'd be no one to save her baby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But she was out of options.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And she didn't see a miracle anywhere in sight . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dash stood still, drawing in the scents of the small ransacked      room, and felt rage wash over him. HeÕd been so close. So damned      close to catching up with Elizabeth and her child, only to have      those chasing her manage to get ahead of him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Over the past six weeks he had investigated Elizabeth and Cassidy      Colder until he knew even the most minute detail concerning them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd made contacts while in the Forces. Contacts that owed him,      and he pulled in each favor he could draw on once he reached the      States to learn everything he could to ensure their survival.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cassidy Colder was a little girl living on borrowed time. A child      with a price on her head and a mother fighting to save her. The      lengths to which Elizabeth Colder had gone to save her little girl      made his gut tighten in fear each time he thought of the      information he'd collected. Such a small woman should be      protected, cuddled, just as the child should be, not running in      fear for that child's life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yet that was exactly what was happening.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Staring around the small living room of the apartment from where      he stood in the doorway, he drew the scents that lingered there      inside his nostrils and let the information filter through his      senses.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He could smell the little girl's terror, her tears, just as he      sensed her mother's rage. He snarled silently at the scents,      allowing them to fuel his rage. The men chasing them would pay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Eventually.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He picked up a child-sized jacket, brought it to his nose and drew      in deep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Innocence and the smell of baby powder clung to it. But the fact      that it was here and not wrapped around Cassidy's small body sent      chills snaking down his spine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was damned cold out there. A little one would freeze quickly in      weather like this. Not that the jacket would do her much good,      ripped in half as it was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He picked up a woman's sweater next and did the same.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ahh, there was a smell a man would die happy to know. Female,      fresh and clean, a hint of baby powder but filled with the      delicate scent of womanhood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dash stared around the room again. He wasn't far behind them and      it was obvious they were still several steps ahead of the men      chasing them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He smiled slowly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd find the woman and child first. It was too cold, too brutal      out there to go hunting for the enemy with no assurance that what      was most important was safe first. And Elizabeth and Cassie were      most important. Their safety was paramount; even above the hunger      to feel the enemy's fear as death came for them was the need for      the woman's warmth and the child's safety.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the middle of the room a little girl's doll was ripped apart,      stuffing littering the room. Clothes were shredded, books ripped      in half. He knew the smell of the enemy now and he drew it in,      memorizing it, making certain he never forgot it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cassidy and her mother must have come in after the destruction of      their temporary home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A small basket of clothes sat by the door, left forgotten but      undamaged. Laundry. Doing the laundry had saved their lives.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He dropped the garments. They wouldn't be needed after he found      them anyway. He had everything they would require packed in an      SUV. He had made certain that once he found Elizabeth and Cassie,      they would want for nothing. He took care of what he considered      his, and everything inside him screamed out in possession of      Elizabeth and her child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He stepped into the apartment and moved silently through the room,      aware of the hidden bugs placed within it. He had smelled them      immediately upon stepping through the doorway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His lips twisted into a cold smile. He was dealing with amateurs.      There would be little challenge in taking them out when their time      came.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The scent of Elizabeth's fury and fear went no farther than the      door, so he knew she hadn't taken time to investigate the      destruction.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was smart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd been chasing her for weeks and only in the past days had he      gotten close enough that he knew the end was in sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She wouldn't be easy for the others to catch up to. After he found      her, they would never have a hope of capturing her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But first, he had to find her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He backed away from the doorway, closing the door silently before      turning and drawing in the scents along the hall. Moving past the      basket of clothes, he headed for the far end of the hall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Moving carefully along the dirty passageways, he followed the      scent of the woman and child down the stairs and then to the      basement and into the communal laundry room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There, a small window had been pried open. Stepping to the line of      washers, he reached up and removed a tattered piece of flannel      from the broken window above the machines and brought it to his      nose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Once again, Elizabeth's scent filled his senses. She had cut      herself escaping. Blood marred the soft, worn fabric. But she had      been smart. Smart enough to know the enemy was watching the front      entrance. Over the past two years since she'd been on the run with      her daughter, Elizabeth had grown in strength and instinct. She      was smart and intuitive. She was learning to hone the abilities      she needed to stay on the run and proving herself to be adept at      evading the enemy. He'd seen proof of the fact that she'd learned      to use her wits where she lacked physical strength.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As Dash stood there staring at the fabric, his fingers running      over the dark stains that marred it, he felt another presence      begin to disturb the air that flowed in through the opened door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Animal senses snapped into place, increasing his ability to draw      in and separate each individual smell with lightning-fast      instinct. Strength filled his muscles, hardened them. Calculating,      predatory, confident, he let the animal out to play.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And the animal demanded blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dash paused, his head turning slowly to the partially opened door      as a new scent began to mix with that of fabric softener,      detergent and stale water. A scent that had his lips curling in a      silent snarl of predatory fury.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The scent of the enemy was insidious. The stink of corruption and      furious intent. It wafted through the cool basement air, dug into      his senses, filling him with the need for blood. The prey was      moving closer, unaware of the predator waiting for him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The enemy was on the prowl, stalking him now, foolishly moving      from cover to investigate a stranger's interest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dash was looking forward to the confrontation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He stilled the warning growl that rose instinctively in his chest.      The smell of cold steel moved closer, the tread of cautious steps.      There was only one. He was confident, but filled with arrogance,      bloodlust, and weakness. It was that weakness, that overconfidence      that would destroy him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dash smiled. He'd so rarely felt the well-honed strength that      flooded him now, the mercilessness or icy logic that now infused      him. He'd fought to be human, forgetting for far too long that he      wasn't human. And men such as the one he faced now deserved no      more mercy than a quick death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The man moving toward him was no more than a flunky.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No true threat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A hired gun and little more. Disposable. It was a good thing      because he wouldn't leave the building alive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Silently, Dash waited.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He didn't have to wait long. The door swung open slowly, revealing      the lean, tense form of the fool who believed himself to be a true      killer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He was a man full grown. A gamma trying to play alpha with an      animal he had no idea existed. Dash allowed his lips to curl into      an anticipatory smile, knowing the other man wouldn't see it for      the lethal threat it was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Can I help you?\" he asked softly, the graveled sound of a growl      at the back of his throat ignored by the other man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Getting nosy, stranger?\" the enemy grunted as he carefully closed      the door and aimed his weapon at Dash's chest. \"Put your hands up      where I can see them and don't move funny or you're dead.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dash lifted his arms, hands behind his neck, the fingers of one      hand curling around the hilt of the large knife concealed in its      sheath between his shoulder blades.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The blade was eighteen inches long, the hilt eight. Secured in a      leather sheath attached to a shoulder harness and deadly when Dash      wielded it. It surpassed deadly when training merged with      instincts and strength that went well beyond human.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Oh yeah. Now he could play.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Just checking some things out.\" Dash narrowed his eyes, aware of      the gun barrel's angle, straight to the heart.","brand":"Berkley","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301625286885,"sku":"NP9780399587887","price":24.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780399587887.jpg?v=1767726164","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/elizabeths-wolf-isbn-9780399587887","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}