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Shadow Fire (A Shadow Riders Novel)
Journey deeper into the world of Chicago's most dangerous, alluring crime family in this incendiary installment of the Shadow Riders series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan.
Shadow Rider Elie Archambault has been called many things: domineering, brash, loyal, but most of all fast. And there's nothing faster than choosing to marry a woman you've never met. All he has is a signed contract and a list of his new bride's expectations for their arranged marriage. He's not expecting love or some happy ever after, just a partner that knows exactly what she signed up for. He'll be faithful because he's a man of honor, but she'll never have his heart....
Elie knows who he is. A privileged member of the Archambault family. A skilled rider and fighter. A man who's always had things easy for all the wrong reasons. He's made his mistakes and lost his chance at real, true passion with his other half thanks to his own careless arrogance. Now he just wants to do his duty as a Shadow Rider and leave the past behind.
But Elie has no idea that his choice is about to spark a blaze that will burn all his carefully laid plans to the ground....
Shadow Rider Elie Archambault has been called many things: domineering, brash, loyal, but most of all fast. And there's nothing faster than choosing to marry a woman you've never met. All he has is a signed contract and a list of his new bride's expectations for their arranged marriage. He's not expecting love or some happy ever after, just a partner that knows exactly what she signed up for. He'll be faithful because he's a man of honor, but she'll never have his heart....
Elie knows who he is. A privileged member of the Archambault family. A skilled rider and fighter. A man who's always had things easy for all the wrong reasons. He's made his mistakes and lost his chance at real, true passion with his other half thanks to his own careless arrogance. Now he just wants to do his duty as a Shadow Rider and leave the past behind.
But Elie has no idea that his choice is about to spark a blaze that will burn all his carefully laid plans to the ground....
Readers Top Reviews
jan55
Loved the book it was a great read, although the sex scenes seem to be taking over a lot of her books now it was still an excellent book,
Kindle jan55
I cannot get enough of Christine feehans books Waited a long time for Eli book and I was not disappointed it was filled with action romance and roll on the next book
RHolmskiMeMo Ki
It pains me to say, but Christine Feehan's new books are a far cry from her earlier works that I just absolutely loved. The women are supposed to be trained "riders" so should in essence be strong, dangerous and resourceful, but they're constant victims and rather pathetic and come across weak and weak willed. The men have no respect for them and treat them poorly in my opinion. They are very controlling and it's literally all just sex. Will likely push through to read the rest of the series and other relases just because I've been a massive fan for all these years, but I'm skipping and skim reading a lot these latest books I'm sad to say.
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Chapter One
Clearly I should have invested in pizzerias instead of strip joints and sex clubs."
Elie Archambault paused in the act of bringing a slice of pizza dripping with cheese, salami and olives to his mouth, staring at the speaker before he burst out laughing. "No one makes pizza the way Tito and his father, Benito, do. There isn't a pizzeria in the world that can top this one, right, Emme?"
Emmanuelle Ferraro Saldi reached over and casually grabbed the slice of pizza from his hand and took a bite, nodding to agree with him.
"Hey. That's the last piece of salami and olive," Elie protested. "Dario," he added, "you shouldn't talk about strip joints and sex clubs in front of Emmanuelle."
Dario Bosco rolled his eyes. "Emme frequents strip joints and sex clubs. She knows more about what goes on in them then I do."
Emmanuelle ignored the statement, making moaning noises deliberately as she ate the slice of pizza, and hastily gathered up the remaining olives that were loose on the platter.
Elie shoved his shoulder into hers. "You're a demon, woman. I don't know how your husband puts up with you."
"He thinks she's an angel," Dario said, feigned disgust in his voice.
Emmanuelle wasn't in the least bit fazed. She continued to eat the slice of pizza as if she was enjoying it immensely-which she was.
"Val never did have good sense that I could see," Elie said.
Emme kicked him under the table.
Elie laughed. "We need our waitress back so we can order more pizza, but there're so many people in here, I don't think we'll ever see her again."
Petrov's Pizzeria was packed, as it always was regardless of the day of the week. Saturday nights just happened to double the traffic. Fortunately, Benito always reserved two large booths, back in the shadows, for the Ferraro family and their bodyguards, just in case they decided to drop in.
Ferraro territory started right on the edge of what some people referred to as "Little Italy." Most of the land, businesses and homes were rented or leased by the Ferraro family. All were protected by them. For years it was whispered that if one went to the Ferraros with a problem, that problem would inexplicably disappear.
Rumors swirled around the mysterious family, six brothers and one sister. They always wore their signature pinstriped suits and were often surrounded by bodyguards, although no one ever thought they needed them. Wealthy, arrogant and formidable, the members of the Ferraro family were known to be lethal if crossed.
Now, after Emmanuelle Ferraro, the youngest and only female, had married a Saldi, uniting the two families, the neighborhood was doubly safe. The Saldi family was a crime family, no two ways about it. No guessing. No rumors. Valentino headed the Saldi family now that his father, Giuseppi, had stepped down after his own brother had tried to assassinate him and take over. The neighborhood might not know why the Ferraros had helped the Saldi family, but Elie knew. He'd helped when Val had worked to bring down his uncle's human trafficking ring.
"You sure you want to go through with this marriage of yours?" Dario asked Elie. "You haven't even seen this woman."
"Yes." Elie's reply was clipped, indicating he didn't want to continue the discussion.
Dario sighed. "Since I can't talk you out of it, at least come to the club tonight. It's your last night of freedom before you're stuck with some woman who might have a fucking headache every night."
"Dario." Emmanuelle sat up straight, glaring at him in protest.
"Some men have certain needs, Emme," Dario said, shrugging. "I'm not going to pretend I don't, and I won't apologize for who I am. Arranged marriages for business or otherwise rarely work for someone like me because the woman isn't going to like who they get. I'm just being honest."
"You're suggesting that Elie go out to a kink club th...
Clearly I should have invested in pizzerias instead of strip joints and sex clubs."
Elie Archambault paused in the act of bringing a slice of pizza dripping with cheese, salami and olives to his mouth, staring at the speaker before he burst out laughing. "No one makes pizza the way Tito and his father, Benito, do. There isn't a pizzeria in the world that can top this one, right, Emme?"
Emmanuelle Ferraro Saldi reached over and casually grabbed the slice of pizza from his hand and took a bite, nodding to agree with him.
"Hey. That's the last piece of salami and olive," Elie protested. "Dario," he added, "you shouldn't talk about strip joints and sex clubs in front of Emmanuelle."
Dario Bosco rolled his eyes. "Emme frequents strip joints and sex clubs. She knows more about what goes on in them then I do."
Emmanuelle ignored the statement, making moaning noises deliberately as she ate the slice of pizza, and hastily gathered up the remaining olives that were loose on the platter.
Elie shoved his shoulder into hers. "You're a demon, woman. I don't know how your husband puts up with you."
"He thinks she's an angel," Dario said, feigned disgust in his voice.
Emmanuelle wasn't in the least bit fazed. She continued to eat the slice of pizza as if she was enjoying it immensely-which she was.
"Val never did have good sense that I could see," Elie said.
Emme kicked him under the table.
Elie laughed. "We need our waitress back so we can order more pizza, but there're so many people in here, I don't think we'll ever see her again."
Petrov's Pizzeria was packed, as it always was regardless of the day of the week. Saturday nights just happened to double the traffic. Fortunately, Benito always reserved two large booths, back in the shadows, for the Ferraro family and their bodyguards, just in case they decided to drop in.
Ferraro territory started right on the edge of what some people referred to as "Little Italy." Most of the land, businesses and homes were rented or leased by the Ferraro family. All were protected by them. For years it was whispered that if one went to the Ferraros with a problem, that problem would inexplicably disappear.
Rumors swirled around the mysterious family, six brothers and one sister. They always wore their signature pinstriped suits and were often surrounded by bodyguards, although no one ever thought they needed them. Wealthy, arrogant and formidable, the members of the Ferraro family were known to be lethal if crossed.
Now, after Emmanuelle Ferraro, the youngest and only female, had married a Saldi, uniting the two families, the neighborhood was doubly safe. The Saldi family was a crime family, no two ways about it. No guessing. No rumors. Valentino headed the Saldi family now that his father, Giuseppi, had stepped down after his own brother had tried to assassinate him and take over. The neighborhood might not know why the Ferraros had helped the Saldi family, but Elie knew. He'd helped when Val had worked to bring down his uncle's human trafficking ring.
"You sure you want to go through with this marriage of yours?" Dario asked Elie. "You haven't even seen this woman."
"Yes." Elie's reply was clipped, indicating he didn't want to continue the discussion.
Dario sighed. "Since I can't talk you out of it, at least come to the club tonight. It's your last night of freedom before you're stuck with some woman who might have a fucking headache every night."
"Dario." Emmanuelle sat up straight, glaring at him in protest.
"Some men have certain needs, Emme," Dario said, shrugging. "I'm not going to pretend I don't, and I won't apologize for who I am. Arranged marriages for business or otherwise rarely work for someone like me because the woman isn't going to like who they get. I'm just being honest."
"You're suggesting that Elie go out to a kink club th...
