Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date.

For a better shopping experience, please upgrade now.

Raintree: Inferno

Raintree: Inferno

4.0 30
by Linda Howard

See All Formats & Editions

Two hundred years after the Raintree clan defeated and abandoned them on a small Caribbean Island, the Ansara wizards are rising again to take on their bitterest foes. Despite their extraordinary powers and supernatural origin, the Raintree have largely blended into the modern world. They are bankers, cops, husbands, wives and lovers in the society of humankind. But


Two hundred years after the Raintree clan defeated and abandoned them on a small Caribbean Island, the Ansara wizards are rising again to take on their bitterest foes. Despite their extraordinary powers and supernatural origin, the Raintree have largely blended into the modern world. They are bankers, cops, husbands, wives and lovers in the society of humankind. But now, from Nevada to North Carolina, the rejoined battle will measure the endurance of their people. It will test their loyalties and relationships. And it will force upon them all new lives they could barely have imagined before.

Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
Lorna Clay, a woman who is suspected of cheating at a Reno casino, provides the opening spark for Linda Howard's blazing opener in an intense paranormal trilogy. Dante Raintree, owner of the casino, is concerned that the woman might be a spy from the Ansara clan, which is at war with his own. (Both families have powers that make them more than human; the Raintrees, for example, can channel special earth energies.)

Before Dante can determine more about Lorna, a fire breaks out in the casino, and it takes Dante's powers -- and Lorna's -- to control them. That near disaster convinces Dante that Lorna, although not a member of either clan, is certainly precognitive, and he persuades her to embark on a week's training to channel her gifts. Howard turns up the heat as Lorna and Dante battle and then give in to their intense attraction, even as the Ansaras continue their attacks. In the cliffhanging finale, the Ansaras attack Sanctuary, the heart of the Raintree clan, and both Lorna and Dante are compelled to respond. It will fall to two different authors -- Linda Winstead Jones and Beverly Barton -- to carry the continuity series forward. Ginger Curwen
Romantic Times
Suspected of cheating and brought to casino owner Dante Raintree's office, Lorna Clay is shocked at the immediate surge of attraction between them. But right after they meet the casino goes up in flames and Dante, a paranormal with the ability to control fire, drags her into the inferno to control the flames so the people in the casino can escape. Scarred by her terrible past, Lorna has to learn to trust Dante, but their relationship is hurried along by the danger in which they find themselves. Raintree: Inferno (4.5), by Linda Howard, is an exciting and fast-paced novel. The plot is refreshing, her characters are unique and her writing sparkles. Her creation of a new kind of paranormal character will keep readers entertained from start to finish.

Product Details

Publication date:
Raintree Trilogy Series , #1
Product dimensions:
4.21(w) x 6.62(h) x 0.76(d)

Read an Excerpt

Dante Raintree stood with his arms crossed as he watched the woman on the monitor. The image was in black and white, to better show details; color distracted the brain. He focused on her hands, watching every move she made, but what struck him most was how uncommonly still she was. She didn't fidget, or play with her chips, or look around at the other players. She peeked once at her down card, then didn't touch it again, signaling for another hit by tapping a fingernail on the table. Just because she didn't seem to be paying attention to the other players, though, didn't mean she was as unaware as she seemed.

"What's her name?" he asked.

"Lorna Clay," replied his chief of security, Al Rayburn.

"Is that her real name?"

"It checks out."

If Al hadn't already investigated her, Dante would have been disappointed. He paid Al a lot of money to be efficient and thorough.

"At first I thought she was counting," said Al.

"But she doesn't pay enough attention."

"She's paying attention, all right," Dante murmured. "You just don't see her doing it." A card counter had to remember every card played. Supposedly counting cards was impossible with the number of decks used by the casinos, but no casino wanted a card counter at its tables. There were those rare individuals who could calculate the odds even with multiple decks.

"I thought that, too," said Al. "But look at this piece of tape coming up. Someone she knows comes up to her and speaks, she looks around and starts chatting, completely misses the play of the people to her left—and doesn't look around even when the deal comes back to her, she just taps that finger. And damned ifshe didn't win. Again."

Dante watched the tape, rewound it, watched it again. Then he watched it a third time. There had to be something he was missing, because he couldn't pick out a single giveaway.

"If she's cheating," Al said with something like respect, "she's the best I've ever seen."

"What does your gut say?" Dante trusted his chief of security. Al had spent thirty years in the casino business, and some people swore he could spot cheats as soon as they walked in the door. If Al thought she was cheating, then Dante would take action—and he wouldn't be watching this tape now if something hadn't made Al uneasy.

Al scratched the side of his jaw, considering. He was a big, bulky man, but no one who observed him for any length of time would think he was slow, either physically or mentally. Finally he said, "If she isn't cheating, she's the luckiest person walking. She wins. Week in, week out, she wins. Never a huge amount, but I ran the numbers, and she's into us for about five grand a week. Hell, boss, on her way out of the casino she'll stop by a slot machine, feed a dollar in and walk away with at least fifty. It's never the same machine, either. I've had her watched, I've had her followed, I've even looked for the same faces in the casino every time she's in here, and I can't find a common denominator."

"Is she here now?" "She came in about half an hour ago. She's playing blackjack, as usual."

"Who's the dealer?"


Cindy Josephson was Dante's best dealer, almost as sharp at spotting a cheater as Al himself. She had been with him since he'd opened Inferno, and he trusted her to run an honest game. "Bring the woman to my office," Dante said, making a swift decision. "Don't make a scene."

"Got it," said Al, turning on his heel and leaving the security center, where banks of monitors displayed every angle of the casino.

Dante left, too, going up to his office. His face was calm. Normally he would leave it to Al to deal with a cheater, but he was curious. How was she doing it? There were a lot of bad cheaters, a few good ones, and every so often one would come along who was the stuff of which legends were made: the cheater who didn't get caught, even when people were alert and the camera was on him—or, in this case, her.

It was possible for people to simply be lucky, as most people understood luck. Chance could turn a habitual loser into a big-time winner. Casinos, in fact, thrived on that hope. But luck itself wasn't habitual, and he knew that what passed for luck was often something else: cheating. Then there was the other kind of luck, the kind he himself possessed, but since it depended not on chance but on who and what he was, he knew it was an innate power and not Dame Fortune's erratic smiles. Since his power was rare, the odds made it likely the woman he'd been watching was merely a very clever cheat.

Her skill could provide her with a very good living, he thought, doing some swift calculations in his head. Five grand a week equaled two hundred sixty thousand dollars a year, and that was just from his casino. She probably hit all of them, careful to keep the numbers relatively low so she stayed under the radar.

He wondered how long she'd been taking him, how long she'd been winning a little here, a little there, before Al noticed.

The curtains were still open on the wall-to-wall window in his office, giving the impression, when one first opened the door, of stepping out onto a covered balcony. The glazed window faced west, so he could catch the sunsets. The sun was low now, the sky painted in purple and gold. At his home in the mountains, most of the windows faced east, affording him views of the sunrise. Something in him needed both the greeting and the goodbye of the sun. He'd always been drawn to sunlight, maybe because fire was his element to call, to control.

He checked his internal time: four minutes until sundown. He knew exactly, without checking the tables every day, when the sun would slide behind the mountains. He didn't own an alarm clock. He didn't need one. He was so acutely attuned to the sun's position that he had only to check within himself to know the time. As for waking at a particular time, he was one of those people who could tell himself to wake at a certain time, and he did. That particular talent had nothing to do with being Raintree, so he didn't have to hide it; a lot of perfectly ordinary people had the same ability.

There were other talents and abilities, however, that did require careful shielding. The long days of summer instilled in him an almost sexual high, when he could feel contained power buzzing just beneath his skin. He had to be doubly careful not to cause candles to leap into flame just by his presence, or to start wildfires, with a glance, in the dry-as-tinder brush. He loved Reno; he didn't want to burn it down. He just felt so damn alive with all the sunshine pouring down that he wanted to let the energy pour through him instead of holding it inside.

This must be how his brother Gideon felt while pulling lightning, all that hot power searing through his muscles, his veins. They had this in common, the connection with raw power. All the members of the far-flung Raintree clan had some power, some heightened form of ability, but only members of the royal family could channel and control the earth's natural energies.

Dante wasn't just of the royal family; he was the Dranir, the leader of the entire clan. "Dranir" was synonymous with "king," but the position he held wasn't ceremonial, it was one of sheer power. He was the oldest son of the previous Dranir, but he would have been passed over for the position if he hadn't also inherited the power to hold it.

Gideon was second to him in power; if anything happened to Dante and he died without a child who had inherited his abilities, Gideon would become Dranir—a possibility that filled his brother with dread, hence the fertility charm currently lying on Dante's desk. It had arrived in the mail just that morning. Gideon regularly sent them, partly as a joke, but mainly because he was doing all he could to insure that Dante had offspring—thus upping the chances that he would never inherit the position. Whenever they managed to get together, Dante had to carefully search every nook and cranny, as well as all his clothing, to make certain Gideon hadn't left one of his clever little charms in a hidden place.

Gideon was getting better at making them, Dante mused. Practice made perfect, after all, and God knows he'd made plenty of the charms in the past few years. Not only were they more potent now, but he varied his approach. Some of them were obvious, silver pieces meant to be worn around the neck like an amulet—not that Dante was an amulet kind of guy. Others were tiny, subtle, like the one Gideon had embedded in the newest business card he'd sent, knowing Dante would likely tuck the card into his pocket. He'd erred only in that the very power of the charm gave it away; Dante had sensed the buzz of its power, though he'd had the devil's own time finding it.

Behind him came Al's distinctive knock-knock on the door. The outer office was empty, Dante's secretary having gone home hours before. "Come in," he called, not turning from his view of the sunset.

The door opened, and Al said, "Mr. Raintree, this is Lorna Clay."

Dante turned and looked at the woman, all his senses on alert. The first thing he noticed was the vibrant color of her hair—a rich, dark red that encompassed a multitude of shades from copper to burgundy. The warm amber light danced along the iridescent strands, and he felt a hard tug of sheer lust in his gut. Looking at her hair was almost like looking at fire, and he had the same reaction.

The second thing he noticed was that she was spitting mad.

Meet the Author

Linda Howard is an award-winning author whose New York Times bestsellers include Open Season, All the Queenâ's Men, Mr. Perfect, Kill and Tell, and Son of the Morning. She lives in Alabama with her husband and two golden retrievers.

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Post to your social network


Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews

4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 30 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
sharon1JT More than 1 year ago
This is the first book of a trilogy. You'll really like Dante even if he is extremely arrogant, bossy, and a big cruel. Lorna is more than ready to put him in his place, and does - often. The book just ends, so does the second in the series. If you're not prepared to read all three to learn the complete story, don't even start. You will be pleased if you do.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Linda Howards books...and if you like adventure packed love stories you will too. I found this one to be hard to put down as well. I'm one who will not even read the back cover because I don't want a clue to whats coming next so lets just say that its thrilling, funny, romantic, and different. Any book with Linda Howard's name on it is a book I will buy!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
librachic More than 1 year ago
Well,I feel that this novel was rather good. Good romance but bad ending,it kinda of forces you to read the next two books because the first ends very abruptly,The concept of the Raintree and Ansara wizards was good and unique to not that eye-catching as i would have expected.The romance also had very little time to develop and i was hoping the novel ended with Lorna accepting Dante as her other half but that did not happen as I was a little disappointed to say the least.Good for a quick read though!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was extremely interesting and it kept my attention. I love the whole good vs. evil theme. I am new to Linda Howard but if all her books are this good, I can't wait to pick up the rest.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book. It kept my attention to the point where I couldn't put it down. While it may not be the mystery I expected from Linda Howard, I wasn't disappointed. I read anywhere from 4 to 6 books a week and have always enjoyed her work. As a solo family physician I need light reading in my time off and this worked for me.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Most paranormal romance writers nowadays seem to fall into formulaic traps that only results in poorly written books. Like all other books of the genre, there's the strong man in power who captures the girl and somehow they fall in love instantly. The characters fall flat and are boring, nothing special about them even if Dante is the leader and Lorna is supposedly powerful. Not to mention, this book has an unfinished ending which will probably be followed up in the sequels. Linda Howard is a great writer, but just not for this collaboration in the Raintree series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Does every writer have to jump on the same horrible bandwagon? I love Linda Howard's books, but this one is awful. It seems that all the romance writers have been adopting this theme and it's ridiculous. If this keeps up there won't be anyone left to read. I've talked to a great many friends and colleagues who have noticed the same trend, and they agree. We want a good believable romance, not crap!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm a die hard Linda Howard fan and I agree that this book could have been so much more. But don't write off the other two parts of this trilogy just yet. I recently read Raintree: Haunted...I thought it would be horrible because I really don't like Linda Winstead Jones's writing style but it's a must read. It's absolutely fantastic.