Mélisande Smith (Mercy) személy

Nalini Singh: Visions of Heat
Nalini Singh: Mine to Possess
Nalini Singh: Hostage to Pleasure
Nalini Singh: Branded by Fire
Nalini Singh: Blaze of Memory
Nalini Singh: Bonds of Justice
Nalini Singh: Play of Passion
Nalini Singh: Látomás
Nalini Singh: Tangle of Need
Nalini Singh: Borzongás
Nalini Singh: Wild Invitation
Nalini Singh: Heart of Obsidian
Nalini Singh: Szabadulás
Nalini Singh: Wild Embrace
Nalini Singh: Ocean Light
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– DarkRiver Sentinel
– became a Sentinel at 26
– the only female Sentinel
– one of the highest ranking members of either DarkRiver or SnowDancer
– real name Melisande
– best friend of Dorian Christensen
– entered and won a bikini contest as a teenager
– spent a couple of years in medical school
– works for a DarkRiver / SnowDancer funded communications network
– fiery and passionate
– fit, lethal, and able to take down most men twice her size
– tall and shapely, with waist length red hair, golden eyes
– rich cream skin with a hint of gold
– mate of Riley Kincaid


Idézetek

Javíthatatlan>!

“Whose place is this?”
“Ours.”
She stared at him. “What? Since when do you own this?”
“Five years ago.” He shrugged. “I had it built for my mate.”
“The cute little housewife?”
“I’m an idiot,” he said, “but obviously, I’m an idiot who even then knew he was an idiot.” She folded her arms, staring daggers at him.
“Mercy, look around you. It’s rugged as hell. Can you see some submissive little creature surviving out here?”
Blinking, she did take a good look around. “She’d pee her pants at the first strange noise.” Arms lowered, she walked over and poked him in the chest. “Have you had other women here?”
“No one’s been here. I’ve never even spent a night inside.” Dropping one of the crutches, he reached up to cup her cheek. “I built it for two, not one.”

336. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Mélisande Smith (Mercy) · Riley Aedan Kincaid
perpetua P>!

Mercy laughed. – You have to excuse them – boys suffer from an incurable disability.
– What?
– Testosterone.

10. fejezet

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Mélisande Smith (Mercy)
Ercsusz >!

– A fenébe is, Dorian, már ott tartok, hogy azon gondolkozom, valamelyik farkas nem lenne-e jó az ágyban! – Ez persze hazugság volt. Mercy fantáziájában nem általánosságban jelentek meg a farkas hímek, ő egyetlenegy bizonyos hímre összpontosított. Nem mintha ezt valaha is bevallotta volna bárkinek.
– A macska és a farkas nem… normális kombináció.
– Mert a macska és a mentál az. – Mercy fura arcot vágott.
– Jól van, no, tudom, hogy a macska és a farkas fura. – De adomináns SnowDancer hímek nagyon kemények voltak, a férfiak azon szűk csoportjába tartoztak, akik elbírtak volna Mercyvel, és még életben is maradtak volna. Az az egy pedig, akire a lány gondolt… nem.
Egyáltalán nem. Soha. Kizárt.
– És mi van a patkányokkal? – Dorian szeme pajkosan megcsillant.
Mercy összevonta a szemöldökét.
– Macska és patkány? Na, gratulálok!
– Az biztos, hogy a fekete özvegy kifejezés teljesen új értelmet nyerne.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Dorian Christensen · Mélisande Smith (Mercy)
Szelén>!

– Ha a szőke herceged gondot okoz, csak szólj! Egy csomó olyan dolgot tudok róla, amivel zsarolhatod, hogy jobban viselkedjen.
Ashaya következő gondolata nagyon meglepte őt: kedvelte Mercyt. Ez a nő jó barátnője lehet.
– Kölcsönkérhetem egy pillanatra a pisztolyodat?
Mercy bizalmatlanul pillantott rá.
– Ööö… miért, mit csinált Dorian?

357-358. oldal

Tufuka>!

“Why does he look like he swallowed raw eggs?” Mercy asked Sascha, after she found her alpha’s mate in front of said brig. One cell held wolf juveniles, the other, Jon. Now that she thought about it, every single miscreant looked prune faced. “What did you do to all of them?”
Sascha gave her a beatific smile as they walked out into the corridor and began to head south. “They had to say one nice thing about each other. Jon had to say a nice thing about every single wolf he dusted with that powder.”
Mercy’s leopard grinned. “I like this new evil side of you.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Mélisande Smith (Mercy) · Sascha Duncan
Javíthatatlan>!

Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

[Lucas]“Riley’s got some interesting marks on his back, and you’re not touch-hungry all of a sudden. And is that a bite I see on your neck?”
“What’s one got to do with the other?” She[Mercy] tried to brazen it out, but couldn’t stop herself from sweeping her hair around to hide the incriminating mark. Of course Riley had to bite her somewhere obvious—it was exactly the sort of thing dominant males loved to do, the first stage in claiming a female for their own.
Lucas’s lips curved, the savage markings on his face—four jagged lines, like the claw marks of some great beast—standing out in stark relief. “Dorian’s going to love this.”
She glared. “I swear to God, you tell him, and I’ll”—what the hell could you threaten an alpha with?—“I’ll tell Hawke you want to go on daily bonding runs with him.”
Lucas didn’t stop grinning, but said, “That’s just mean, Mercy.” He glanced over her shoulder. “But if you don’t want anyone else to know, get Riley a T-shirt.”

33. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Lucas Hunter · Mélisande Smith (Mercy)
21 hozzászólás
Javíthatatlan>!

“How was your nap, kitty?”
She nipped him on the chin. “Don’t push your luck, Kincaid.” His lashes lifted, to reveal warm brown eyes full of languor. “You’re purring.”
“Yeah, so?” She dared him to make something of it.
Of course, since it was Riley, he did. “So I made you purr.” A smug smile.
She frowned. “This is now officially a two-night stand.”
“It’s not night.” He kept stroking her back.
His big, deliciously callused hand felt so good on her that she almost sighed. “You know what I mean.”
“Why?” The lazy lover was rapidly being replaced by the Riley she knew and . . . lived to irritate.
“Okay,” she said, “maybe you’re not the spawn of Satan as I originally thought—”
“Thanks.”
“But”—she glared at him for the interruption—“you’d be hell to be in a relationship with. HELL. In capital letters.”

115. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Mélisande Smith (Mercy) · Riley Aedan Kincaid
4 hozzászólás
Javíthatatlan>!

Riley stirred beside her. “You need us the rest of the day?”
It was Lucas who answered. “No. Go . . . play.”
Hawke’s grim look turned wolf-wicked as Mercy narrowed her eyes at her alpha and left the room. She felt Riley exit beside her, though he didn’t say a word until they were back in the main corridors. “I guess the secret’s out.”
“What’re you talking about?” she said, the devil in her taking over. Seeing that bloody, broken body had been the final straw—she needed to decompress. And what better way than by teasing Riley?
“You,” he said, his voice dropping as she stopped and turned to face him, “and me.” […]
“Don’t flatter yourself.” She shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and rocked back on her heels, decision made. Excitement was a taut bow inside her as she said, “I had an itch. You scratched it. End of story.” A low growl that made her thighs clench. But she smiled and wiggled her fingers. “See ya later, wolfie.”

104. oldal

RavenS>!

Sascha was in the kitchen, looking mournful. “Lucas went to grab some take-out.”
“You found a way to destroy tacos?” Mercy raised her eyebrows. “This, I have to see.”
Sascha threw a tomato at her. “I dropped the box of taco shells and managed to break every single one into a million pieces.”
Looking into the box, Mercy whistled and put down the abused tomato. “Wow, sure you didn’t throw this at his highness’s head?”
A guilty look. Mercy burst out laughing. “That does my heart good.”
“What?”
“To know you two still fight.”
Sascha’s lips tugged up at the corners. “It’s fun.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Mélisande Smith (Mercy) · Sascha Duncan
Javíthatatlan>!

“Doesn’t mean you have an entry into my pants anytime you please.”
“Jesus, Mercy, I just wanted to talk to you.”
She felt a little twinge. Of guilt. Of hunger. “Talk now.”
“Fine.” He told her about the conversation he’d witnessed between Hawke and Sienna.
Mercy’s antennae twanged. “Something’s seriously wrong.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I want you to tell Sascha. She’s the one Psy we know who might have a shot at getting to the bottom of this. Judd says Sienna’s stonewalling him.”
“Why didn’t you call her yourself?”
Not even a pause. “Because it’s you I want to talk to.” No lies. No subterfuge. No hiding his intent.
“Damn it, Riley. This’ll leave us both broken in the end.” The naked emotional response pushed out past any logical rebuttal. She was starting to think of him as hers , but he wasn’t, might never be. Not when her leopard wouldn’t even accept the bonds of scent.
“And is fighting it any less painful?”
No. No, it hurts just as bad.

174-175. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Mélisande Smith (Mercy) · Riley Aedan Kincaid