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Praise for
The Phoenix Chronicles by Lori Handeland

DOOMSDAY CAN WAIT

“A striking series . . . with a decidedly sexy edge. Readers again view the world through the eyes of excop–turned-humanity’s-savior Liz Phoenix [in] this complex mythology.”


Romantic Times BOOKreviews
(4 stars)

“We really enjoyed it . . . and are looking forward to [more] in this series.”


Robots & Vamps

“Cool . . . exciting.”


Lurv à la Mode

“Fascinating, vivid, and gritty.” —
Fallen Angel Reviews

“Handeland does an amazing job of packing so much punch into the pages of this story without ever leaving the reader behind.
Doomsday Can Wait
ups the paranormal and emotional content of the series, adding strength to the heroine and a more human touch to one of her closest allies. This is an action-packed series that urban fantasy readers should thoroughly enjoy, and I’m looking forward to seeing where the author takes us next.”


Darque Reviews

“Handeland pens another tale that captured my heart . . . with captivating characters [and] an absorbing plot that will keep readers on the edge of their seats.”


Romance Junkies

 

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ANY GIVEN DOOMSDAY

“Handeland launches the intriguing Phoenix Chronicles urban fantasy series with a strong story . . . the demons’ evil plans and vividly described handiwork create immense suspense for the final battle.”


Publishers Weekly

“Fascinating. A fast-paced thriller that will have readers looking for book two.”

—Kelley Armstrong

“A fresh, fascinating, gripping tale that hits urban fantasy dead-on. Don’t miss this one.”

—L. L. Foster

“Sexy, dangerous, and a hot-as-hell page-turner! Lori Handeland world-builds with authority.”

—L. A. Banks

“Handeland is back with a striking new series, narrated by a heroine thrown headfirst into a fairly apocalyptic scenario . . . With sex and power intertwined, Hande-land looks to have another winner of a series on her hands!”


Romantic Times BOOKreviews

ALSO BY LORI HANDELAND

THE PHOENIX CHRONICLES

Any Given Doomsday

Doomsday Can Wait

Apocalypse Happens

THE NIGHTCREATURE NOVELS

Blue Moon

Hunter’s Moon

Dark Moon

Crescent Moon

Midnight Moon

Rising Moon

Hidden Moon

Thunder Moon

ANTHOLOGIES

Stroke of Midnight

My Big, Fat Supernatural Wedding

No Rest for the Witches

CHAOS
BITES

Lori Handeland

St. Martin’s Paperbacks

NOTE:
If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”

 

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

CHAOS BITES

Copyright © 2010 by Lori Handeland.

All rights reserved.

For information address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.

ISBN: 978-0-312-36603-2

Printed in the United States of America

St. Martin’s Paperbacks edition / May 2010

St. Martin’s Paperbacks are published by St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.

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Contents

COVER PAGE

TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT PAGE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

EPILOGUE

CHAPTER 1

Being the leader of the supernatural forces of good isn’t as cool as it sounds. For one thing, I had to put the world first. So everything else was second, third, four hundred and fifty-ninth. And we’re talking important things like love, friendship, family. Which is how I ended up killing the man I loved.

Again.

Oh, I didn’t kill him twice. I killed two separate men. One didn’t stay dead, the other . . . I’m not so sure.

Yes, I’m in love with two different guys. It was news to me, too. Add to that the beginning of the end of the world and you’ve got chaos. As anyone who’s ever experienced it can tell you—chaos bites.

Since the night my foster mother died in my arms, leaving me in charge of the Apocalypse, chaos had been, for me, standard operating procedure.

Several weeks after I’d killed him, Sawyer invaded my dreams. He was a Navajo skinwalker—both witch and shape-shifter, a sorcerer of incredible power. Unfortunately his power hadn’t kept him from dying. Considering that he’d wanted to, I doubted anything could have. I still felt guilty. Tearing out a guy’s heart with your bare hand can do that.

The dream was a sex dream. With Sawyer they usually were. He was a catalyst telepath—he brought out the supernatural abilities of others through sex. Something about opening yourself to yourself, the universe, the magical possibilities within—yada-yada, blah, blah, blah.

I’d never understood what Sawyer did or how. Not that it didn’t work. One night with him and I’d had more power than I knew what to do with.

In my dream I lay on my bed, in my apartment in Friedenberg, a northern suburb of Milwaukee. Sawyer lay behind me. His hand cupped my hip; he spooned himself around my body. Since we were nearly the same height his breath brushed my neck, his hair—long and black and sleek—cascaded over my skin. I covered his hand with mine and began to turn.

Our legs tangled; his tightened, along with those fingers at my hip. “Don’t,” he ordered, his voice forever deep and commanding.

He nipped lightly at the curve of my neck, and I gasped—both surprise and arousal. I knew this was a dream, but apparently my body did not.

With hard muscles rippling beneath smooth, hot skin, he felt so real. Living for centuries had given Sawyer plenty of time to work on every muscle group for several decades, honing each inch to a state designed to make women drool. He’d be perfect if not for the tattoos that wound all over him.

To shift, most skinwalkers used a robe adorned with the likeness of their spirit animal. For Sawyer, his skin was his robe, and upon it he’d inscribed the likenesses of many beasts of prey. Sometimes, in the firelight, those tattoos seemed to dance.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“Why do you think?” He arched, pressing his erection against me. I couldn’t help it—I arched, too. Sure, it had only been a few weeks, but I missed him. I was going to miss him for the rest of my life.

Without Sawyer the forces of good—aka the federation—were in deep shit. Certainly I was powerful, and would no doubt get even more so, but I’d been thrown into this without any training. I was like a magical bull in a very full china shop, thrashing around breaking things, breaking people. So far I’d been able to keep those who followed me from getting completely wiped out, but only because I’d had help.

From Sawyer.

“It’s a long trip from hell for a booty call,” I murmured.

His tongue tickled my neck in the same place he’d so recently nipped. “I’m not in hell.”

“Where are you?”

He slid his hand from my hip to my breast. “Where does it feel like I am?” He rubbed a thumb over my nipple, and the sensation made me tingle all over.

“I know you’re not here,” I said. “You’ll never be here again.”

Sawyer didn’t speak, just kept sliding his thumb over and back, over and back, then he sighed and stopped. I bit my lip to keep myself from begging him to start again.

His lithe, clever fingers brushed across the chain that hung from my neck, then captured the turquoise strung onto it. “You’re wearing this now?”

Sawyer had given me the necklace years ago. I’d taken it off only recently. When he’d died, I’d put the turquoise back on. It was all I had left of him.

I hoped.

“I—” I paused, uncertain what to say. I didn’t want him to know how badly I missed him. How I rubbed the smooth stone at least a dozen times a day and remembered.

“I’m glad,” he said softly. “It brought me to you.”

At first I’d believed the necklace was just jewelry. It had turned out to be magic, marking me as Sawyer’s, saving my life on occasion, and allowing him to know where I was whenever he wanted to.

He let the turquoise fall back between my breasts. “What was the last thing I said to you?”

I stiffened so fast I conked the back of my head against his nose. The resultant
thunk
and his hiss sounded pretty real to me, as did the dull throbbing in my skull that followed.

“Phoenix,” Sawyer snapped. “What was the—”

“Protect that gift of faith,” I repeated.

He ran his palm over my shoulder. “Yes.”

“What does that
mean
?”

“You’ll see.”

I closed my eyes, drew in a deep breath. Right before he’d said those words, Sawyer had said a few others. Words that had kept me up nights almost as much as his death had.

I chose to leave a child behind
.

I blocked out the horrible images of what had come after those statements with what had come not long before. He’d crept into the room where I was chained to a bed, a prisoner of my own mother, a woman I’d thought long dead. She’d been a winner. Five minutes in her company and I no longer regretted being an orphan.

The situation had been dire, yet he’d seduced me. I hadn’t wondered why until he was gone. My hand moved to my still-flat stomach. Had he left a child behind in me?

“Sawyer,” I began. I had so many questions. I didn’t get to ask any of them.

“You need to wake up now.”

“Wait, I—”

“Phoenix,” he said, then more softly, “Elizabeth.”

Most people called me Liz, but Sawyer never had.

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