When the spirit fever struck a town, a village or an outpost, it left few if any survivors. The white man blamed the Indian saying they used their mojo on them. The Indians blamed the white man for angering the spirits. The survivors knew it didn’t matter. The Fevered were forever changed.
A gift he needs to tame…
Kid feels what the world around him feels, he is a raw, bleeding nerve, and he can’t control the pain anymore. After lashing out at everyone he loves, he agrees to an exile atop Quanto’s mountain to learn to control the power he wields. Desperate to end it, Kid battles with Wyatt the eldest Morning Star—hoping against hope that the man will kill him. He longs only for peace…
A gift she wants to harness…
Evelyn Lang grew up with a territorial judge for a father, and a secret—her father’s Fevered ability passed to her. When he’s killed in broad daylight in a little town in Kansas after freeing a slave, Lang is no longer bound by her father’s oath to never use her ability—now she must train it. She travels across hostile territory in search of the man who trained her father. She longs only for vengeance…
Tempestuous passions, opposing needs, and impulsive decisions divide them…
Conflicting goals put Kid and Evelyn in direct opposition. Her hunger for justice cuts him, but Quanto refuses his requests to train alone. Forced to train together, they must confront their deepest fears if they are ever to achieve their greatest desire….
His pain. Her obsession. Their battle.
As this family saga continues, Kid travels to the mountain home of Quanto with Wyatt. He really wants Wyatt to kill him to end his suffering, but Wyatt instead helps him to see his inner self and in a strange way a bond of friendship forms. None of these gifts are easy to manage and under the tutelage of Quanto he begins to gain control in a healthier manner than he used previously. As he struggles and starts to make progress, he also feels a need to get away so he saddles up to take a sojourn to a town and maybe find a willing woman. Instead he finds an injured woman, a dead wild cat and a horse from the Flying K ranch. Oh and Wyatt comes in pursuit.
Evelyn has come to the mountain to learn to control her gift, she needs control to get revenge. She needs to find and kill the men who murdered her father. Before giving her an answer as to whether he would help her, Quanto orders her to bathe, and assigns Kid to watch over her. This is one of my favorite scenes.
A splash of water echoed in the chamber. Had she shrugged? Had her breasts lifted out of the steaming water? Were her nipples hard? Would he die from his balls swelling so uncomfortably? “I’m sorry, I think I’m more tired than I thought I was…”
He almost turned at the weariness in her voice. “Do you need help?”
“No, not yet, I don’t think.”
Oh hell, that means she might need me to walk over there and help her get out of the water…
“Okay. You can call me William. I promise I’ll try to answer.”
She laughed, a quick, fierce little sound and as beautiful as she. “You’re humoring me.”
“No ma’am, I just think you should focus on not drowning and not worry so much about my name. It’s just a name.”
Another laugh and even the images of gelding weren’t helping. If she didn’t finish soon and get dressed, he might have to go throw himself in the snow. Or shoot himself in the leg.
“Well, I think William is a fine name.”
It sure as hell sounded fine when she said it. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You can call me Evelyn, if you like.” She exhaled a long breath and continued before he could respond. “This feels good, but it’s making me sleepy. I’m going to climb out— Wyatt said there were clothes out here.”
Oh. Clothes. He swallowed and glanced to his right to the cupboard. He’d have to pick them out and walk them over to her. Side stepping stiffly, he pulled open the cabinet doors and glanced at the contents. Scarlett’s clothes were at the top as were some dry bathing sheets. He pulled out two of the heavier ones and a couple of shirts, a pair of britches…
His mouth went dry and he grabbed a handful without looking at them.
“Carrying them back to you.” He backed up. It was only five steps from the cabinet to the first pool. The sound of water cascading tortured him, but he held out the toweling sheets first. Her damp fingers brushed his hand as she took them. The caress lit him up.
“Thank you.” Cloth rasped over skin and he stayed right where he was, drilling holes into the walls with his gaze. “Clothing?”
He held it out blindly and she took the stacks. Praying she could manage all of it, he remained in place. More rasping of fabric, and then a tired sigh.
Daring a glance sideways, he was prepared to jerk his gaze away if she hadn’t meant done, done, but she was dressed and looked deliciously bedraggled with her long blond hair hanging damply around her face. Even the fatigue smudging her eyes didn’t diminish her beauty. “Can you walk back? Or would you like me to carry you?” And he honestly didn’t know which answer he preferred to hear.
Long, Heather. Raising Kane (Fevered Hearts #5) (pp. 177-179). . Kindle Edition.
Quanto demands they train together and their protests go unanswered as they undergo the training. Evelyn and Kid do some dancing of their own and I truly enjoyed every minute of Kid’s not pursuit. When Evelyn uses Mariska’s trick causing all of them to sleep deeply so she could follow her own agenda, I knew Kid would follow.
The Kanes and the fevered all contribute in one way or another to this story. Passion flares hotly and new dangerous gifts appear within the ranks of the fevered children. I can’t stop reading this series, each book draws me deeper into the conflicts and the stories of each character.
5 Contented Purrs for Heather!
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National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.
From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.
When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.