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by Donna Boyd

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The Passion is an erotic and intense saga of love and betrayal; a story of those who walk the fine line between man and beast. In a world in which werewolves hold the positions of power, human and werewolf segregation has become the norm. But a murder in the contemporry Manhattan reveals a long-kept secret ... that a human was accepted by the pack. In


The Passion is an erotic and intense saga of love and betrayal; a story of those who walk the fine line between man and beast. In a world in which werewolves hold the positions of power, human and werewolf segregation has become the norm. But a murder in the contemporry Manhattan reveals a long-kept secret ... that a human was accepted by the pack. In dazzling 19th-century Paris, we meet three pivotal players: Alexander Devoncroix, the charismatic werewolf who adores humans too well; Elise, the imperial leader of the pack who holds Alexander in her sway: and Tessa LeGuerre, the young human and beloved "pet" wh naively embraces all things werewolf -- an ambition that can only result in unspeakable tragedy.

Enter the inner sanctum of the werewolves and meet a species so beautiful one's breath catches; creatures who possess extraordinary cunning and superior intelligence; a species that counts among its members masters of finance, pioneers of science, and titans of industry and the arts. In finely crafted prose with lush detail, author Donna Boyd weaves a spellbinding tapestry of supreme romance and pulsating suspense, creating a majestic dynasty of exquisite creatures whose story is an epic of devotion and treachery, of radiant sophistication and unquenchable sensuality, of savage brutality, and, finally, of love.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
It's not easy to do for werewolves what Anne Rice did for vampires, but Boyd seems determined to try in her romantic saga about the hidden world of the loup-garou. After the violent murder of three werewolves in Manhattan, Alexander Devoncroix realizes he must tell his sonheir to his leadership of the packthe story of his own disastrous love for a human. In a flashback to 1897 Paris, 28-year-old Tessa LeGuerre attempts to kill Alexander in revenge for his having let her father die on an expedition in the American wilderness. She fails and falls in love with Alexander, while he introduces her to the world of werewolveswho, neither half-wolf nor half-human, are superior animals who designed the pyramids, live hundred of years and secretly control human civilization. As Tessa comes to appreciate werewolf arrogance toward mere humanity, Alexander introduces her to the werewolf queen Elise, and Tessa becomes enmeshed in the evil plots of Alexander's brother Deniswith terrible consequences for everyone involved. There is as much of Beauty and the Beast in this story as there is of Rice's vampire world, but the Passion itself (the werewolf's greatest pleasure and weakness) provides a strong erotic punch. (Apr.)
Kirkus Reviews
A horror/love story dealing with werewolves and offering some of the density of background found in the best vampire fiction. Opening with a quickly satisfying weave, this talented newcomer though never as stylish as Angela Carter (the incomparable wolf, werewolf, and Beauty and the Beast tales of Burning Your Boats, etc.), does know how to keep a tale moving. Boydþs tale begins when a massacre of three distinguished werewolves in a Fifth Avenue mansion prompts elderly, charismatic pack leader Alexander Devoncroix, now 120 years old, to tell his son, Nicholas Antonov Devoncroix, the full story behind the werewolf-owned, $30-billion financial and industrial Devoncroix Corporation. Back in the 1890s, it seems, Alexander fell in love with a human, Tessa LeGuerre, who tried to murder him in his bed but then was taken under his wing, made his ward, and eventually was brought to know the hidden werewolf society as no other human knew it. Werewolves in human form, she discovered, run much of the world, having made most of the great advances in science and technology. And they try, despite provocations, to coexist quietly with the far less intelligent human species. Tessa also learns that the act of transformation from human to werewolf—known as "the passion"þis a uniquely transcendent experience. A human-werewolf hybrid cannot exist in nature: The sex act would be too powerful for a human female to sustain, since during werewolf sex the total life-experience of each partner is exchanged in orgasm. This forbidden love, Tessa is warned, would turn her to cinders. As Boyd spins out her novel, werewolf society is split between the Devoncroix and the Siberian-based DarkBrotherhood, led by Alexander's brother Denis, who wants to rid the world entirely of pathetic, useless Homo sapiens and let werewolves rule supreme. However, human-hating Denis himself falls in love with Tessa.

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Chapter One

New York, New York

The Present

The limousine came out of the fog like a ghost and stopped at the curb before the big brownstone on Fifth Avenue. At three o'clock in the morning even Fifth Avenue sleeps, and, wrapped as it was in the cold November fog, the city seemed but a distant memory of itself. Streetlights were muted, traffic sounds muffled, windows shuttered. Stearn vents released their ether onto sidewalks already carpeted with clouds and disappeared. The night creatures retreated to the shadows and were still. The silence was thick, flattening the landscape into a onedimensional representation of something that might once have held substance. The night seemed suspended, hovering somehow between this world and the next, and the only thing that anchored it in time was its smell.

Night mist and old exhaust, rubber tires, rotting food, human urine; the used-up daytime scents of fine leather shoes and soft gloves, body oils, Chanel perfume, damp wool, dead fur. The spray of a tomcat who had recently passed this way, the offal of a small dog, the unwashed clothing of a human castoff. The crisp bite of iron that was the gate scaling off the brownstone and its small square of lawn, the acrid smell of the fear of one who had recently passed through it. Pine needles. Rotting leaves. Damp stone. Blood. And death. Death lay behind those gates, and it was everywhere.

The driver smelled it as he got out of the car to open the door for his passengers, and he stiffened a little in shock before he could stop himself. But by the time he reached the rear door his features wereonce again composed into carefully neutral lines. He opened the door and stood straight and alert beside it.

The two men who emerged onto the smokey pavement would have attracted attention under any circumstances. Both were tall and lean and moved with a graceful economy that instinctively inspired admiration. The first man was the older of the two. He wore a woolen coat with caped shoulders, belted at the waist, and dark gloves. His hair was thick and white and fell to his shoulders. His face was craggy, his skin golden, his brows the same stark white as his hair. His eyes were a startling violet blue, a mesmeric blue, and had been known to render speechless for several minutes at a time anyone who happened to look directly into them.

The younger man was blond and lithe and wore his hair clasped at the nape with a band of leather. His features were stem and aristocratic, his eyes a deeper shade of the same blue as his companion's. He wore a long loose cashmere coat of Italian design and carried a pair of kid gloves in one hand. In more normal circumstances he exuded the kind of musky, vital sex appeal that was dark and dangerous and almost palpable on the tongue. Tonight, his eyes were cold and the danger was sharp enough to make the air around him crackle.

In the bright light of day, when the now-deserted avenue was awash with the pulse of humanity, the screech of traffic, the clatter of movement, these two could not have passed unnoticed. Eyebrows would be raised, sentences would be left unfinished, small backward steps would be taken to clear a path as they walked by. Heads would turn, gazes would follow, and for the space of a second, maybe more, thoughts would stutter and be forgotten. Later, someone might remark upon how tall they were, or how striking they looked, or how powerful they seemed. That was all.

In this dark dead hour of the morning no one was about to notice them. Yet the night seemed to hold its breath until they passed.

The older man stood before the iron gate, his face like stone, and gazed toward the silhouette of the brownstone, an etching in black against the night. The younger one paused and swept his eyes back and forth along the sidewalk. He joined the other man in two long strides and together they went through the gate.

For them, the stench was almost paralyzing.

At the bottom of the stone steps the younger one closed his hand upon his companion's arm. His muscles were hard, his heartbeat loud and heavy. His nostrils were flared, drinking in the scents, his pupils dark and dilated with the horror of the message his olfactory centers were receiving. He whispered through lips so stiff they barely moved, "It can't be."

Alexander Devoncroix's expression was unchanged. The lines on his face, the set of his mouth, even the fringe of his eyelashes might have been carved from granite. He started up the steps.

In a moment his son followed.

Their eyesight was evolved from a time when twilight hunters had the advantage, and oftentimes they saw better without artificial light than with it. The lights were on inside the house, however, turned down to a somber and respectful hue, and they illuminated a square on the porch briefly before the door closed behind the two men. But no lamplight was needed to reveal the details of what had happened here tonight.

A spray of blood glistened on the oak paneling of the foyer and darkened the pale blue Aubusson. It smelled cold, dark and clotted. They moved through the arch into the hallway, where another, paler blood smear on white silk wallpaper testified to a struggle. Sprays of blood on the ceiling. Bloody fingerprints on the glossy ivory woodwork around the doorway. The smell from the death chamber was dark and compelling and lured them on.

Once, in the fine high days of the Rockefellers and the Astors, the room had been a sunny parlor, with tall clerestory windows, ornately molded ceilings frescoed with pale clouds an cherubs, and two marble fireplaces.

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Donna Boyd lives in the mountains of North Georgia.

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Passion 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked up this book after reading a review from one of my fellow reviewers and I read it back in 2002. I'm not much of a Supernatural/Paranormal reader I tend to stick to the Romance/Contemporary Suspense genre (just take a look at my other reviews and listmania lists)but I thoroughly was engrossed into this story.... and that's what this is a wonderful, fascinating, sweeping tale, of a friendship between a human and a werewolf/man. This book takes a incredible look at what we humans have as a downfall (according to the werewolves) our emotions. Jealousy and deception leads this family into peril and harsh consquences that has a rippling effect into the future. The first part of the book is in present day New York City the Devoncroix family is the Royal family to the Werewolf nation. Nicholas (the son) and Alexander (the father) discover a massacre has taken place at one of their Labs. Because of the nature of the killings they try to figure out if the killer/s were/are Human or of their kind.... At first sight it appears to be humans but at closer look it is more than that. So begins the tale of Alexander telling his son a secret into the history of their family. In the 1800's humans are immensely disliked by the Pack and Alexander is viewed as 'eccentric' because he is known to socialize quite frequently with humans, he takes Tessa (a human) under his wing. Tessa is annoyingly human, through the eyes of the werewolves, it's understandable to envision why they dislike us so much, she ask to many questions, disobeys orders and can not/will not grasp the fact that she would never understand the world in which Alexander lives in. Tessa is a young woman who falls in love with Alexander, who is described as being a beautiful and sensual Man (what woman would not?) Alexander views Tessa as a pet of some sorts, Elise is the new Queen of the 'Pack' she too befriends Tessa and makes a stand to the Werewolf nation that as she comes into the seat as the Queen she wants it known that she is of like mind that Werewolves and Humans need to coexist for the future of their pack. Denis is the brother of Alexander who is of the original Werewolf pack 'Antonov' he lives in Siberia and does not embrace the notion of living in 'harmony' with humans and heads up a outlaw group of Werewolves called the 'Brotherhood' they are Human-haters. His part in this book is woven in so well that long after you put this book down you won't know quite how to feel about Denis.... or at least I don't. Through Denis actions comes betrayal and a forbidden line being crossed. The author takes you back in time to the 1800's from the beauty of France, to the magical description of Siberia, to the cold hard wilderness life of Alaska. The visual imagination in this tale was so real to me that I could literally feel the ice under my feet as the author described what is was like for Alexander and Denis to be in wolf form. 'The Passion' is in reference to the actual transition from a Human Form into that of the Wolf form. This is not a Heavy romance book I would say that 90% of this book is Historical and parts of it are written from Alexander's point of view and a few from Tessa and Denis. This also does not have a 'happy ending' that you find in Romance novels it leads into her next book 'The Promise' which I would like to pick up as soon as I can find it. Overall a very good read. Respectfully Reviewed
Guest More than 1 year ago
The first 125 pages are boring and make you wonder why you're still reading. Then all of sudden, the pace picks up and the book pulls you in and you can't put it down. I don't care for Anne Rice so I wouldn't compare this to her writings. This is the best werewolf book I've read because it's so inventive and makes them interesting and more than the monsters they've always been portrayed to be in movies and such. Recommended if you are an avid reader and have the time.
sweetcheeks1 More than 1 year ago
I thought that this book was very well written and thought out.  It captured my attention from the first page and I could not put it down! The love triangle was realistic and emotionally accurate.  Great job to the author!
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Vervet More than 1 year ago
I'm sorry. I tried. I really did. But this book was crap. I started reading it, cause I like books with werewolves and such. Anyhow, I got to half-way through, skipped about a hundred pages, and finished the book from there. Granted, I did cry at the end, but it wasn't so good that I ever plan on reading it again, and you can forget recommending it to anyone.
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countessvonbaron More than 1 year ago
Absolutely love this series. Beautifully and thoughtfully written stories ... Over generations of a bloodline. Looking forward to more.
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The "erotic" portions of the book did midly throw me off, but none the less, it was an excellent book. Boyd did a great job of explaining the scenery, the characters, basically everything. I couldn't put the book down and after I was finished, I purchased the next book in the series.
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I loved this book. There aren't many books on werewolves these days. But Donna Boyd did an excellent job capturing the true image of the werewolves. I do admit that the beginning was a little bit slow. But as you continued to read on, it was addicting. I couldn't put down the book for even a second! At the end of the book though, i was in tears. She makes everything seem oh so very realistic. It's hard to believe that it's all just make believe! Donna Boyd has some amazing writting and I absolutley adore her writting. She will always keep you on the edge of your seat and always wanting more.
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Lillyanna More than 1 year ago
The story line in this book is diffrent then what i have read. I love to read many books in this fation and overall i liked this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book keeps you wrapt from the beginning till the end ...Always keeps you on the edge of your seat from all the twist and turns of events. At the same time is also poetic and majestic in its details and descriptions..The sex scenes were describe with such lustrious details that you can picture it from the caressing touch , to the passionate kiss, and ultimately love making.Its an intoxicating book that will hold you captive until the end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was reluctant to start this book because I wasn't sure if I really wanted to get caught up in the were world again but I'm sure glad I did. The story moves fast, is poignant and heartfelt. The images were graphic, powerful and beautiful. I had one expectation based on the jacket and was wonderfully surprised by the twist of events. You fall in love with the characters and glory in their transformation as they find redemption after even the worst acts. The ending was sad but poetic. The set up was a little thin, but can be forgiven for the richness and depth of the meat and bones of the story. Overall a great book, much better than others I've read recently.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, it did start off slow, but I could not stop reading. I recommend reading, it is something different and did make me cry a little.
Guest More than 1 year ago
OK, confession time. I bought this book from the Erotic section expecting something totally different (if you know what I mean.) But, the marketers are absolutely correct, Donna Boyd is to Werewolves what Anne Rice is to Vampires----ONLY BETTER! You won't have to sludge through history lessons or wordiness. Never once did I have to say,,, 'OK, this is a slow part, it will get better.' I was hooked in the first twenty pages. And the real bonus is I don't have to hide it under the bed! LOL
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really liked the story,even though the begining was a little slow. The rest of the story was a good story and I completly cried through out most of the end.