Thrilling reviews for Rhyannon Byrdâs PRIMAL INSTINCT series from Mills & Boon>®
âByrd successfully combines a haunting love story with complex world-building.â
âPublishers Weekly on Edge of Hunger
âMs Byrd had me first intrigued and then spellbound from the first page to the last.â
âJoyfully Reviewed on Edge of Danger
â[Byrd] serves up plenty of action and passion that wonât be denied ⦠Great stuff!â
âRT Book Reviews on Edge of Desire
âThis is a seriously sensual story with taut action and a plot that doesnât let up.â
âRT Book Reviews on Touch of Seduction
âThis is an ideal blend of suspense, romance, action and intrigue, all set within an amazing paranormal world.â
âRT Book Reviews on Touch of Surrender
Dear Reader,
I canât believe this is itâwith the release of Rush of Pleasure, weâve reached the final chapter in the PRIMAL INSTINCT series. I just wanted to take this moment to thank you for your incredible support. Iâve been looking forward to writing Noahâs book and loved seeing his relationship with Willow unfold. Forced to fight for his very survival, Noah needed a woman who was strong but tender. One who could stand up to him but who could also understand him and help him find happiness. Theirs is a story full of dark passions, and one I hope will hold a place in your heart.
Wishing you all much love and happiness!
Rhy
For my three little sistersâNikki, Amy and Crystall.
Hereâs to the memories that always make me smile: The Three Amigos, 4>th of July parties at Dave and Lisaâs, The Princess Bride, South Park, the infamous buttered popcorn incident in Carlsbad,
and last but not least ⦠âOne More Time!â
I love you guys and miss you bunches!
The hotter the pleasure ⦠the sweeter the burn.
Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.
âHenry Miller
Sacred, Louisiana
THE END OF the world was a strange motivator, providing the kind of impetus that could make a man do things heâd sworn he would never be caught doing. Like coming back to places heâd vowed heâd never return to ⦠Or seeking out people and memories he knew were best left to the past. The problem, of course, was that the past had ways of sneaking up on a guy.
In cases like this, it could even make you feel as if you were making the biggest mistake of your life.
As Noah Winston walked inside Broussardâs, the rickety bayou bar where heâd worked as a teenager, thatâs exactly how he felt. Like a man walking the plank, heading toward his doom. And in Noahâs case, that doom came in the form of a woman. A woman who just so happened to be from one of the craziest families the state of Louisiana had ever known, and who, incidentally, also happened to be a too-powerful, too-stubborn, pain-in-the-ass caste of witch.
His best chance of surviving this visit in one piece was to get the information he needed, and then get the hell out of Dodge before that particular hellion ever set eyes on him. The faster, the better. If he were lucky, sheâd never even know heâd been there.
Despite that comforting thought, a clammy, uneasy feeling crept over his skin as he made his way into the dim interior of the bar, the door sliding shut behind him. A bead of sweat snaked slowly down his spine while chills spread over his arms, the whirring blades of the ceiling fan swaying precariously over his head doing little to battle the oppressive heat. At one oâclock in the afternoon, the business was deserted but for the two beer drinkers playing pool near the back wall and the towering brute lurking behind the till, polishing shot glasses that looked absurdly small in his beefy hands. The bartender eyed him with a look of bored indifference, until he caught sight of his pale blue eyes. Noah took a quick sniff, his heightened sense of smell alerting him to the fact that the guy was no more ânormalâ than he was. A grizzly-shifter, if he was reading the scent right.
Noah might have been more or less human, but that âlessâ part of the equation was becoming more evident with each day that went by. With every passing hour, his senses were becoming sharper, allowing him to interpret the world around him in a way that was more monster than man. His human self, it seemed, had become another casualty of the war that he and his friends were currently waging against an ancient evil named the Casus. Fortunately, Noah and his buddies, a group of shape-shifters and vampires called the Watchmen, had finally managed to defeat the majority of the monsters nearly two months ago back in May. But the Casus leader, Anthony Calder, had mysteriously disappeared at the height of the battle, before Noah could kill him. They didnât know where Calder was, but Noah had a good idea of who he was with. He also knew the bastard wasnât going to stop until he got what he wanted, and Noah was willing to die to keep him from getting it.