{Release Day Review & Excerpt} Leopard's Fury by Christine Feehan (@AuthorCFeehan @BerkleyRomance)

A ruthless criminal unleashes his most feral desires in the new Leopard novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wild Cat.

Passion melts the will of an ice-cold criminal when he meets the one woman who can tame the beast inside him.
 
Leopard’s Fury
 
With her own bakery in San Antonio, Evangeline Tregre made a new life far from the brutal lair of shifters she was born into. Though she is all too aware of her leopard-shifter blood, she never felt the sensation of a wild animal stirring inside her. Not until Alonzo Massi walked into her bakery. The powerful shifter is as irresistible as he is terrifying, but his icy demeanor tells her to keep her distance.
 
Alonzo knows better than to let himself get involved with someone like Evangeline. She doesn’t deserve the type of danger that follows him, or the threat of his Amur leopard. But even with his lean muscle and iron will, Alonzo isn’t strong enough to stay away from the one woman who can make him feel at peace. And when their secret lives draw a mortal threat, Alonzo unleashes the feral passion he keeps pent up inside himself.

​Evangeline lives life on her own terms. After her traumatic childhood, she’s finally in a place where she feels safe.  She’s poured all of her energy into her small yet successful bakery and her hard work is starting to pay off. 
 
Every other day, she’s visited by a customer that she thinks of as her “Iceman” because of his intense presence and hypnotic eyes.  He makes her and her leopard feel things that they never have before.  And not only is he a shifter – he’s also a feared criminal.

​“She wasn’t that girl alone in the swamp.  She wasn’t abandoned.  She wasn’t helpless. She wasn’t what her last name represented.  She was Evangeline Bouvier–Tregre. She mostly went by her mother’s name Bouvier.  It was on her license and her business license.  Bouvier-Tregre was on her birth certificate.  She was whatever she made herself to be.”

​Fyodor Amurov changed his name to Alonzo Massi when he first came to America.  He quickly made a name for himself as one of the most vicious and loyal soldiers in the crime world.  Now he’s running his own empire. 
 
His own Amur leopard has been barely contained by his steely self-control but when he’s in the presence of the sweet Evangeline, he experiences a calm that can only mean one thing – He’s finally found his true mate.
 
Claiming her as his own will put her in the crosshairs of every criminal that wants to take their revenge on him.  He knows that he will be bringing her into a world that might never understand but there’s no way that he’s not going to possess her – all of her - body and soul.

​“I’m not going to let you go, Evangeline.  I know you came from a fucked-up lair and you’re afraid of my cat being violent.  He is.  He’s dangerous.  I’ve handled him my entire life and now, with you, he’s calmer. It will be easier.  I’m not keeping you for my leopard, or because for the first time in my life, I don’t have to fight him for control.  I’m keeping you because I can’t conceive of my life without you.”

It’s no secret that Christine Feehan is one of those authors that is always on our “Must Read” list and Leopard’s Fury is just another fabulous example of why!
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With her usual mastery, Christine melds the absolutely perfect combination of off-the-charts sensual heat and nail biting tension to satisfy even the most voracious of erotic romance fans.  The pace is swift and the characters are powerful making this book one that you will want to reread over and over again…

Exclusive Excerpt - 

Alonzo didn’t smile. He rarely, if ever smiled. His gaze was restless, scanning the streets, the sidewalks and most of all, looking through the plate-glass windows of the Small Sweet Shoppe. She was there, just as she always was. Working. Beautiful. Breath-taking. He shouldn’t be there. He was the last man that should ever go into that bakery and put his gaze on that woman, but he couldn’t stop himself. Timur was right. She was his Achilles’ heel.

He sighed and put his hand to the door, shoving it open because he couldn’t stop himself. He was a disciplined man in every area of his life, he had to be, yet for eight months he’d come to the bakery at least three times a week. That was him being disciplined. He’d wanted to go every damn day. He’d stayed away over a month, nearly two. He could count the weeks, days, hours and minutes since he’d last seen her.

“Bad idea, boss,” Timur muttered. He was deadly serious and when he pushed past Alonzo to take a sweep of the small interior, his body in front of his brother’s, he scowled at the woman behind the counter—the one who eventually was going to be the death of his brother if Fyodor kept this madness up.

Alonzo paused inside the door, taking a moment to drink her in. Savor her. Just for that moment before she looked up. He found he was holding his breath. A part of him almost wished she had a man. That she wouldn’t look up, see him and smile that innocent, shy smile that told him she was interested in a monster. On the other hand, if she didn’t smile at him that way, he’d be crushed. Shattered. It had been so damned long since he’d laid eyes on her, and he couldn’t take it one more minute. More, if she was smiling that way for another man, he might commit murder and it would have nothing to do with his leopard.

Her name was Evangeline Bouvier. She was small and curvy with beautiful breasts that called to him. Her hair was a thick, dark silky mass that cascaded over her shoulders nearly to her waist. She wore it pulled back from her face in a thick intricate braid that always made him want to run his hand down it to the very end where it rested in the sweet curve of her ass. And she had a very nice ass. He spent far too much time thinking about it, just as he did every single part of her.

Evangeline glanced up, and instantly it was there. That smile she reserved solely for him. He’d seen countless customers come in over the last few months. She always smiled at them, but not like that. That smile was reserved for him alone and that told him she didn’t have a man. No one had come in and tried to steal her out from under him.

She had a fantasy mouth—one he’d dreamt of many times. He’d woken up every one of those times with his fist on his cock and the dream of her mouth tight around him. Her eyes were a true emerald, startling green, rich and warm and he wanted her looking up at him when he fucked her mouth. He always dreamt of her that way. If she had any idea of the dirty things he wanted to do to her, she’d order him out and lock the door behind him. Yeah, and if any other man ever had the same thoughts about her and he knew it, that man would be dead within the hour.

“Alonzo, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Even her voice got to him. Low. Sexy. So damned sweet he wanted to take a bite out of her. He stepped up to the counter.
 
Posted by arrangement with Berkley, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin
Random House Company. Copyright © Christine Feehan, 2016.

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