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  PRAISE FOR LORA LEIGH’S NOVELS OF THE BREEDS

  “Another powerful and highly erotic saga of the Breeds . . . Highly charged . . . and carnal.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “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

  “It is phenomenal.”

  —Joyfully Reviewed

  “Wickedly seductive with sizzling sex scenes that will leave you begging for more.”

  —ParaNormal Romance

  “Erotic and suspenseful.”

  —Romance Junkies

  “Heart-wrenching.”

  —Fallen Angel Reviews

  “Leigh’s engrossing alternate reality combines spicy sensuality, romantic passion and deadly danger. Hot stuff indeed.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Leigh’s action-packed Breeds series makes a refreshing change.”

  —Monsters and Critics

  “Sizzling-hot erotic romance combines with tense suspense.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “Lora Leigh doesn’t disappoint when it comes to sexiness, intrigue and an added little bit of humor.”

  —Bitten by Love Reviews

  Berkley titles by Lora Leigh

  The Breeds

  BENGAL’S QUEST

  RULE BREAKER

  STYGIAN’S HONOR

  LAWE’S JUSTICE

  NAVARRO’S PROMISE

  STYX’S STORM

  LION’S HEAT

  BENGAL’S HEART

  COYOTE’S MATE

  MERCURY’S WAR

  DAWN’S AWAKENING

  TANNER’S SCHEME

  HARMONY’S WAY

  MEGAN’S MARK

  The Nauti Boys

  NAUTI ENCHANTRESS

  NAUTI TEMPTRESS

  NAUTI DECEPTIONS

  NAUTI INTENTIONS

  NAUTI DREAMS

  NAUTI NIGHTS

  NAUTI BOY

  Anthologies

  TOO HOT TO TOUCH

  (includes novellas “Christmas Heat,” “A Christmas Kiss,” and “Primal Kiss”)

  OVERCOME

  (includes novellas “The Breed Next Door,” “In a Wolf’s Embrace,” and “A Jaguar’s Kiss”)

  ENTHRALLED

  (with Alyssa Day, Meljean Brook, and Lucy Monroe)

  NAUTIER AND WILDER

  (with Jaci Burton)

  TIED WITH A BOW

  (with Virginia Kantra, Eileen Wilks, and Kimberly Frost)

  PRIMAL

  (with Michelle Rowen, Jory Strong, and Ava Gray)

  NAUTI AND WILD

  (with Jaci Burton)

  HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS

  (with Angela Knight, Anya Bast, and Allyson James)

  THE MAGICAL CHRISTMAS CAT

  (with Erin McCarthy, Nalini Singh, and Linda Winstead Jones)

  SHIFTER

  (with Angela Knight, Alyssa Day, and Virginia Kantra)

  BEYOND THE DARK

  (with Angela Knight, Emma Holly, and Diane Whiteside)

  HOT SPELL

  (with Emma Holly, Shiloh Walker, and Meljean Brook)

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  “Christmas Heat” copyright © 2008 by Lora Leigh.

  “A Christmas Kiss” copyright © 2009 by Lora Leigh.

  “Primal Kiss” copyright © 2011 by Lora Leigh.

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Leigh, Lora.

  [Short stories. Selections]

  Too hot to touch : three Breeds novellas / Lora Leigh. — Berkley trade paperback edition.

  p. ; cm. — (Breeds)

  ISBN 978-0-425-27849-9 (softcover)

  I. Title.

  PS3612.E357A6 2015b

  813'.6—dc23

  2015016801

  PUBLISHING HISTORY

  Berkley trade paperback edition / October 2015

  Cover art by S. Miroque.

  Cover design by Rita Frangie.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  •CONTENTS•

  Praise for Lora Leigh’s novels of the Breeds

  Berkley titles by Lora Leigh

  Title Page

  Copyright

  CHRISTMAS HEAT

  A CHRISTMAS KISS

  PRIMAL KISS

  CHRISTMAS HEAT

  • • •

  For my early readers, all of you.

  For saying, Hey, this just doesn’t work. Or, OMG this is working so great. For telling me when it’s going wrong and when it’s going right.

  Each book is a combined effort, a creation of my imagination, my early readers’ imaginations, and all the hard work my editors put into it.

  You all make the difference.

  And I couldn’t do it without you.

  •FOREWORD•

  They were created, they weren’t born.

  They were trained, they weren’t raised.

  They were taught to kill, and now they’ll use their training to ensure their freedom.

  They are Breeds. Genetically altered with the DNA of the predators of the earth. The wolf, the lion, the cougar, the Bengal tiger; the killers of the world. They were to be the weapons of a fanatical society intent on building its own personal army.

  Until the world learned of their existence. Until the council lost control of their creations, and their creations began to change the world.

  Now they’re loose. Banding together, creating their own communities, their own society, and their own safety, and fighting to hide the one secret that could destroy them.

  The secret of mating heat. The chemical, biological, emotional reaction of one Breed to the man or woman meant to be his or hers forever. A reaction that binds physically. A reaction that alters more than just the physical responses or heightens the sensuality. Nature has turned mating heat into the Breeds’ Achilles’ heel. It’s their strength, and yet their weakness. And Mother Nature isn’t finished playing yet.

  Man had attempted to mess with her creations. Now, she’s going to show man exactly how she can refine them.

  Killers will become lovers, lawyers, statesmen, and heroes. And through it all they will each cleave to one mate, one heart, and create a dynasty.

  •PROLOGUE•

  Haley McQuire was hiding in Sanctuary’s extensive, beautiful library the night of the pre-Thanksgiving party. She didn’t do parties well, and she didn’t enjoy them. Jonas Wyatt, Director of Breed Affairs, had given her permission to peruse the extensive collection of first-edition classics, but he had warned her that if one of his enforcers caught her there, they would drag her back to the party.

  If she was found, she hoped that it wasn’t by Noble Chavin. She smiled a bit at that thought. Noble loved books too, though. He would understand.

  He was always at the
library, choosing books she would never have expected him to read. Carpentry books, books on world history. He devoured them, it sometimes seemed. And when he returned them, she could quiz him playfully, and he always had the answers.

  And he talked to her about the books. She liked that. Perhaps too much. And though he would probably talk to her, she doubted he would let her stay.

  So when the door opened, she hid quickly. She expected the Breed entering the room to smell her instantly. She was a human, and fairly easy for a Breed to detect. Haley didn’t understand why she didn’t.

  Maydene Brock was a Breed older, a nurse in the labs. With her graying brown hair and pinched expression, Haley had never really seen her as much of a caregiver.

  And perhaps she might have sensed Haley if the men following her hadn’t overpowered the room with the scent of cologne.

  Haley wrinkled her nose at the smell. Even across the room, hidden behind a low shelf as she peeked between the books, she could smell the obnoxious scents.

  “Do you have payment ready?” Maydene snapped.

  “We need the code,” Phillip Brackenmore, the head of Brackenmore Pharmaceutical Research, informed the nurse dangerously. “No code, no payment, Breed.”

  Maydene sniffed. “We’ll meet you at the hotel with the code. We’ll slip it out when Dr. Morrey arrives at the party. Everyone will be busy with her,” she told them smugly. “When you transfer payment, we’ll hand you the code. I don’t trust the two of you as much as you would like to think I should.”

  “As long as you’re there,” Horace Engalls, president and CEO of Engalls Pharmaceuticals, replied. “Don’t bother trying to betray us. We have our own spies watching you, Maydene.”

  Maydene growled at that. “I know who your little bitch is. She can watch until hell freezes over. All we care about is the cash.”

  “And all we care about is the information to complete our own research. The live trials on the Breeds you suggested aren’t working out as well as we had hoped.”

  “I warned you.” Maydene’s voice was smug as Haley felt chills race up her spine. “Even Morrey isn’t responding as well as you had hoped, is she? I told you, you need us.”

  “So we do,” Brackenmore drawled. “We’ll meet you at the hotel and transfer the money to your account, but we’ll see what we’re paying for first. Understood?”

  “Quite well,” Maydene sneered. “Return to the party now, before you’re missed.”

  Haley peeked over the top of the books that lined the shelf she was hiding behind. She could barely see them, and as the door opened, she eased back down carefully, certain that if Maydene looked back, she would sense her.

  She waited. She waited so long. She could feel her muscles cramping, feel the sweat that eased along her spine, but she could still feel the danger.

  She looked up at the vent above her and inhaled slowly. Was that why Maydene hadn’t smelled her? The vent pulled the air out of the library and circulated it, while another vent fed dry air into the library to protect the expensive books. That combined with the scent of men’s cologne must have hidden Haley’s scent.

  But Maydene must have suspected that someone was in the room. As Haley began to consider the risk of peeking over the books again, she heard movement, a doorknob turning, a muttered curse.

  She took a chance and watched as the Breed made her way from the library.

  Just a few more minutes, she told herself. If Maydene was suspicious, she might watch the door from outside. She might be waiting for whoever she had sensed.

  My God, what were they talking about? Drugging Breeds? Selling information? She had to find Noble. The Breed enforcer would know what to do—he would know how to handle this. She had to find him before Maydene and whoever was helping her managed to slip from the estate.

  Carefully, she moved from behind the shelf, thankful that someone had made the little hidden reading nook that Merinus had shown her a few weeks before. It had possibly saved her life.

  Now, to sneak out of the library and get to Noble.

  • • •

  There was something about librarian Haley McQuire and her staid little outfits that just made Jaguar Breed enforcer Noble Chavin insane.

  He should be watching the ballroom, keeping his eyes trained on the two men they knew would make an attempt tonight to gain confidential Breed information from a source within Sanctuary.

  Breeds betraying Breeds, for money. For greed. And the humans determined to destroy them. Several Breeds had already been killed in the past day, and if they didn’t stop that information from going out, then more would die.

  It had to be insanity, he decided again, as Haley stepped into the ballroom from the direction of the ladies’ room down the hall, because nothing else could describe his reaction to how completely luscious she looked in the simple black, long-sleeved ball gown. Or how she snagged his attention against all his best efforts.

  The gown swept the floor, the hem floating around her like a dark, sexy dream as he tried to keep his eyes off her. He was there to increase security, not to ogle the little librarian, who seemed to hug the wall more than she danced.

  But his eyes had a will of their own. His gaze swept over the full skirt of the gown, lifted to her curved hips and trim waist, and he had to swallow as he came to where the material draped from her shoulders and barely hid the hint of curvy, sweet breasts beneath. She might have believed she had succeeded in hiding those curves with the folds of material that draped over them, but he could have assured her, nothing was further from the truth.

  He should have stopped there. Dammit, he had no business looking further. But he did anyway. He let his eyes caress the smooth, creamy flesh above the material, the graceful arch of her throat.

  A stubborn chin. There was fire in her. Soft rosebud lips, a pert nose, and eyes that mesmerized. Dammit to hell, he knew better, but there he was, staring into eyes that seemed to be looking right back at him. Dove gray and ringed with the merest hint of blue. Thick chestnut lashes surrounded them, and they stared back at him as though as helpless as he to break the connection.

  Fiery red hair surrounding a gently sculpted face, added spark and fire to her eyes, and the look of her had his back teeth clenching as he fought unsuccessfully to drag his gaze away.

  Back to her feet. Where the tip of one small black shoe peeked out beneath her dress. The dress flowed around her, drifted and moved like a whisper as though teasing him, tempting him to brush it from her legs to see all the pale, beautiful flesh he knew it hid.

  Damn, if she didn’t draw his gaze like a hidden flame, one he was certain would erupt into a conflagration.

  He forced his gaze away then, far away, not even looking at her feet but at her slender, graceful fingers. She wore no rings. No adornments. As though proclaiming to the world no ties and no bonds. She was as free as the wind yet restrained by some force inside her.

  And she was moving toward him.

  Noble let his gaze move to her face once again, a frown edging at his brows, a sense of foreboding rasping at the back of his neck at the look on her face.

  Perhaps he should have paid more attention to her face. Because there was an edge of fear in those odd, blue-ringed gray eyes and the pinched line of her lips. Her face was pale, but her chin was lifted in determination and purpose.

  His gaze moved around the room then. She had come out of the hall and into the ballroom no more than minutes after Phillip Brackenmore and Horace Engalls had entered, the two pharmaceutical and drug-research magnates.

  “Noble.” She all but whispered his name, and he heard the sound, that soft hint of longing he wondered if she even knew was in her voice, at the same moment he glimpsed the entrance of the ballroom from his peripheral vision.

  He gripped her arm and jerked her behind him, ignoring her soft little cry as orders began to snap into the communications link at his ear.

  “You stay!” He jerked her to the corner and pushed her into the little alcove c
reated by the fronds of several potted plants. He pushed her to the floor and pointed his finger to her pale face. “Stay till I come for you. Understand?”

  She nodded quickly even as he turned away and began snapping orders to other guests, herding them quickly from the confrontation brewing at the ballroom’s entrance and into the buffet room.

  Why he hadn’t pushed little Miss Haley McQuire into the more secure room, he couldn’t explain. It was something about her eyes, that edge of fear, and the fact that she had entered after Brackenmore and Engalls more than anything else.

  Or it could have been that niggle of insanity that he had been trying to ignore for months.

  “Librarian Haley McQuire is secured in the far left corner of the ballroom, leave her in place,” he spoke into the small mic that curved along his cheek as he helped secure the ballroom.

  “She’s a hazard in the ballroom,” he was told, Rule’s voice cold. “Get her with the others.”

  “Negative,” he refused the order. “Something isn’t right with that, Rule. I want her separated for her own safety.”

  He heard the tension in the line. “For now,” Rule finally snapped.

  Moments later, several things happened at once. A Breed female enforcer distracted Dr. Ely Morrey, and Jonas jerked the gun from Ely.

  “Move in on Brackenmore and Engalls,” Rule ordered through the comm link. “Secure them and get ready to move them out.”

  Noble moved toward the two, staring back at them with cold, brutal determination. They were involved with whatever was going on. Involved in trying to control and kill Breeds. The bastards needed to die now, not later.

  “Please come with me, Mr. Brackenmore, Mr. Engalls,” he requested, his voice carefully bland, unemotional. He wanted to kill rather than react politely.

  Those damned animal genetics. He could feel the blood he needed to spill for the threat this man represented to the Breeds.

  “What the hell is going on here?” Brackenmore blustered, as Noble gripped his arm and began to move him, his wife, and Engalls to the entrance, waiting for the final go-ahead from Rule to escort them from the estate.

  “Director Wyatt will discuss this with you soon, I’m certain.” Noble flashed his canines in a tight, hard smile as he watched the other Breeds filling the room, keeping a careful barrier between the guests and the clean-up of the situation that had just arisen.