The Barbary Lion: Immortal Shifters Book 1

By Bargo, Holly, Ms

Book Id: WPLBN0100301892
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Reproduction Date: 5/21/2015

Title:	The Barbary Lion: Immortal Shifters Book 1
Author:	Bargo, Holly, Ms
Volume:
Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Drama and Literature, Paranormal Romance
Collections:	Authors Community, Romance
Historic Publication Date:	2015
Publisher:	Hen House Publishing

Member Page:	Karen Smith
Citation APA MLA Chicago Holly Bargo, B. M. (2015). The Barbary Lion. Retrieved from http://gutenberg.cc/

Description
Once a king and now a police detective and always a hunter, Atlas Leonidus dreamed of his mate and knew the instant her foot touched the soil of his country. In order to secure her cooperation, he drugs, kidnaps, and imprisons his mate who had come to Italy for a once-in-a-lifetime vacation. He's handsome and charming and utterly ruthless: a man who's 1,600 years old doesn't thrive for centuries without believing himself superior to everyone else and doing pretty much as he pleases. Chloe cannot believe what her captor says, though the changes wrought in her own body give evidence to his wild words. Isolated, she becomes depressed. Rebellious, she breaks beneath his autocratic rule. But Chloe's smart and she's no doormat. Beneath the veil of meek obedience, she plots and schemes: all it takes is one mistake, one moment of inattention, to escape. Upon discovering her escape, Atlas realizes what his cruelty has cost. He sends a hunter after her when he fails to find her. Dmitry, the hunter, has been searching for a mate for 800 years; he's lonely, too. Atlas hopes that Dmitry never learns that he did not complete the bonding ritual and that Chloe can still be claimed. Books in the series following THE BARBARY LION are available through Amazon. Each book is complete in itself.

Summary
Once a king and now a police detective and always a hunter, Atlas Leonidus dreamed of his mate and knew the instant her foot touched the soil of his country. In order to secure her cooperation, he drugs, kidnaps, and imprisons his mate who had come to Italy for a once-in-a-lifetime vacation. He's handsome and charming and utterly ruthless: a man who's 1,600 years old doesn't thrive for centuries without believing himself superior to everyone else and doing pretty much as he pleases. Chloe cannot believe what her captor says, though the changes wrought in her own body give evidence to his wild words. Isolated, she becomes depressed. Rebellious, she breaks beneath his autocratic rule. But Chloe's smart and she's no doormat. Beneath the veil of meek obedience, she plots and schemes: all it takes is one mistake, one moment of inattention, to escape. Upon discovering her escape, Atlas realizes what his cruelty has cost. He sends a hunter after her when he fails to find her. Dmitry, the hunter, has been searching for a mate for 800 years; he's lonely, too. Atlas hopes that Dmitry never learns that he did not complete the bonding ritual and that Chloe can still be claimed. *This novella contains explicit material not suitable for readers under 18 years old.*

Excerpt
“I am disappointed in you, Atlas Leonidus. This was ill done.” “But it is done,” he said quietly, with a smidgeon of misgiving, even as he looked over the woman’s lush body revealed to his gaze. “She has already begun to quicken. The process will hasten when the she accepts the mating claim and returns it.” Bianca simply shook her head. His lordship sometimes forgot that in these modern times, women did not simply accept fate. They determined their own paths in life. She asked her master to transfer the woman from the chaise lounge to the bed. “Poor dear,” she murmured and smoothed the woman’s damp hair from her forehead. “She is not so poor,” Leonidus objected, stung and insulted. “She is my mate. Mine. And she will have the benefit of all my wealth.” “As you say, my lord,” Bianca replied. But he was not finished. “When she wakes, neither you nor Baptiste nor any of the staff are to speak so much as a single word to her. She shall hear none but my voice, know no touch but by my hand.” Baptist opened his mouth to object, but a sharp gesture cut him off before the words erupted from his throat. “So I have spoken, so shall it be done.” Both servants bowed their heads in obedience to the ancient king of a long defunct, petty kingdom. “Notify me when she wakens. I still have a murder to investigate.” They nodded obediently. Detective Atlas Leonidus swept from the room like a king exiting an audience room. Which he was, more or less.