Edge of Hunger

Edge of Hunger
Rhyannon Byrd

The hunger is awakening… Ian Buchanan has always known that a deep, impenetrable darkness lives within him. Yet he is determined to lead a normal life, ignoring the unsettling dreams in which he succumbs to his wildest desires. Until psychic Molly Stratton tracks him down, claiming to share his sensual nightmares.Petite Molly even has the bite marks to prove it. She’s also received a message from the beyond warning that an enemy is near. And it’s time for the creature inside Ian to awaken. A creature with an insatiable hunger that must be controlled before it overtakes them both…

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Dear Reader,

I’m so excited to present Edge of Hunger, the first book in my new PRIMAL INSTINCT series with Mills & Boon® Super Nocturne. Set within a world where paranormal creatures live hidden among an unknowing humanity, the opening trilogy of this dark, provocative series tells the story of the Buchanan siblings, beginning with the rugged, deliciously sexy Ian Buchanan.

Ian is the ultimate bad boy, who finds himself fighting a dangerous, uncontrollable temptation when psychic Molly Stratton comes to town, claiming to bear messages from his mother’s ghost…and a warning that his life is about to change forever. Suddenly Ian must embrace his violent, visceral hungers if he’s to protect Molly from an ancient evil that has mysteriously returned to our world, causing the darkness that dwells within him to awaken. A primal darkness that will test the very bounds of Ian’s control, while proving humanity’s only hope for the future.

I’m thrilled to be sharing Ian and Molly’s story with you, and hope you’ll come to love their wickedly seductive romance as much as I do.

All the best,

Rhyannon

EDGE OF HUNGER

BY

RHYANNON BYRD

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Erotic Romance author Madison Hayes,

who is not only a genius of words, but a treasured friend I simply could not do without.

Thanks for all the endless support, and for always

being there when I need it most!

You’re the best!

Lots of love.

Rhy

The hunger is coming…

EDGE OF HUNGER

CHAPTER ONE

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet… —T.S. Eliot

Henning, Colorado, Friday Afternoon

THE WOMAN WAS TROUBLE.

Ian Buchanan knew it the second he set eyes on her as she climbed out of a banged-up, dust-covered, dark blue rental. Knew it as he set down his hammer, watching her walk toward him, her small frame backlit by the burning orange glow of the sweltering afternoon sun while she carefully made her way through the rugged terrain of the building site.

And the first words out of that soft, pink mouth—her lips glossy and sweet looking, voice mellow with a sexy, husky little rasp to it—confirmed his suspicions.

“Mr. Buchanan, my name is Molly Stratton and I’m here because…well, I know this sounds crazy, but your mother, Elaina, asked me to come and find you.”

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile. She just stared up at him with the biggest pair of brown eyes he’d ever seen. Waiting.

“Is that right?” He ignored her small outstretched hand while he pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, picked up his Coors, and took a long swallow of the beer. The glass rim of the longneck was cool against his sweat-salted lips, the beer even cooler as it went down his dry throat in a long, icy glide. She watched him while he drank, her dark gaze snagging on the column of his throat as it worked. A soft wash of pink warmed the delicate crest of her pale, freckle-dusted cheekbones as she stared, those full lips parted the barest fraction. Something down low in Ian’s belly cramped in reaction. His blood went thick.

Oh, yeah, she was trouble, all right.

Ticked at himself for reacting so easily to her, he set the bottle back down on top of his battered cooler with a distinct thud, noting from the corner of his eye the way she flinched at the harshness of the sound.

She was nervous—and obviously crazy as hell. Either that, or a pathetic little con, looking for an easy score.