Dark hunger by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan [Feehan, Christine]
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy
ISBN: 9780425217832
Publisher: New York : Berkley Sensation ; 2007.
Published: 2009-04-23T23:08:58+00:00

UNDERSTANDABLY, Mariann's quarter-mile bike ride to the bakery passed in a daze. The winding back road she lived on led pretty much nowhere. She didn't see a single car, parked or otherwise, until she hit Maple Notch's main street. City people might have been nervous at the isolation, but Mariann loved it through and through. Because of a promise to her father, she had her cell phone and her pepper spray tucked into her fanny pack. Truth be told, though, in all her time here she'd never come close to needing either one to protect herself—not even in the height of tourist season. No matter her upbringing in the burbs, she'd been born to be a small-town girl.

With an absentminded glow of gratification, she pedaled past the country store and the post office, then turned left at the one stoplight.

O'Faolain's wasn't much farther. Formerly a carriage house, since her grandfather's time the bakery had been an adjunct to the Night Owl Inn—and one of its prime draws. Guests raved about the breakfast baskets left at their doors, often coming back just for them. The current proprietors, who owned the land on which her bakery sat, were continuing the partnership.

The Luces had caused a stir upon their arrival in Maple Notch. With their flowing hair and incredibly lit physiques, either of the tall, dark, handsome cousins could have stepped out of the pages of a magazine. The older one, in particular, dressed like a front man for Armani—perpetually on the verge of looking too cool for the town.

Familial relationship aside, rumors that the Luces were a couple seemed inevitable. Once raised, however, they were quashed with surprising speed. No gay man, common female wisdom decided, could look at a woman like those two did. After encountering the younger Luce on his nightly run, the owner of the Clip 'n' Curl declared rather breathlessly that she thought he had "wanted to eat her up."

That she would willingly have been devoured was understood.

If this influx of testosterone weren't sufficient to set tongues wagging, the cousins were, apparently, filthy rich.

Workers were hired at ungodly wages: architects, plasterers, even a sommelier. The neighboring antique shops were beside themselves trying to supply the inn with period furnishings. No one doubted the Night Owl would be a Victorian showpiece when it was done. Previously a bastion of shabby kitsch, soon it would be a gem to swell the breasts of all and sundry with local pride.

If the Luces sometimes acted as peculiar as they were rich, that was dismissed as "furrin" eccentricity. They were Frenchmen, after all, and to a native Vermonter that was strange indeed. So what if they had never heard of Ben & Jerry's? So what if they slept all day and had some bizarro allergy that kept them out of the sun? The Luces were giving Maple Notch an unexpected shot in the arm. As long as their checks kept clearing, no one gave a darn what they did.

Mariann herself viewed them warily, though the younger of the two, Emile, was extremely charming.

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