Jacob's Faith: Breeds #11

Jacob's Faith
Lora Leigh
Wolf Breeds, book two
(Breeds, book eleven)
ebook, 171 pages
Published April 29th 2003 by Ellora's Cave
ISBN 9781843604761

They are a new breed, a new race. Engineered rather than born, trained rather than raised, and their unique genetics have created more than one surprise...

Jacob left Faith six years before, unaware that the mark he left on her also left her in an agony of sexual heat that never dimmed. Now Jacob and Faith are together again, but surprises lurk around every corner and dangers as dark and deadly as their very creation surround them in more ways than one.

In the last book, Wolfe's Hope, I was disappointed in not having the claiming scene told. This time around, in that regard, Leigh didn't leave me wanting. (She even backs it up a bit later so we can relive the teaser from the Wolfe's Hope.)

Jacob emerges from his shower, entering the public portion of his cell, only to find Faith, the lone female of their Breed, awaiting him on his cot. She's his gift, given by their creator, Bainesmith, who intends him to mate the too young woman. He finds little support or guidance from his alpha, Wolfe, imprisoned to his right; nor from Faith's brother, Aiden, housed on his left.

He knows his claiming of Faith was inevitable and that she too desires him. So with that truth, and little other choice, he takes her and marks her forever.

Six years later, after the great escape from the labs, he and Faith meet again for a single mission as Wolfe reclaims Hope. Once that is over, Jacob walks away, again. When they finally reunite for a second time, it's been another six months and Faith has had enough. Definitely my kind of woman- bitchy as hell! She thinks she's just delivering a letter for Wolfe to Jacob, but the letter has a gift attached. And the package is her.

So... I love this wolf Breed. Perfect blend of animal coldness and human hardness. Jacob has that jerk quality women always seem to go for, which I usually loathe, but for him- it works. All other kudos, though, definitely go to Faith. Feisty, deadly, and.. oh yeah, she bites.

“You have five minutes to call someone, anyone, I don’t care who, and order me the finest blend of coffee that rat hole town has, and a dozen beers. If it’s not sitting on this table…” a slender finger pointed furiously at the table in question, “…in one hour, you die.”

She appeared perfectly serious. Jacob leaned back in his chair, watching her warily. “Faith, I am not bringing coffee or alcohol into this house for a while, and neither are you. I’m telling you, right now, your system can’t handle it.” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited to see what she would do.

Her lips thinned, her face flushing as anger flooded her system. Anger and lust. As though the heat of her fury made her lust burn higher. Damn, he loved the scent of it. Her breasts rose above the low cut of her neckline as she took a deep breath. Her head raised, her shoulders straightened, then she was walking purposely from the room. That was not a good sign.

“Dammit, Faith,” he growled, jumping up from the table and following her as she entered the foyer and headed for the front door. “Come back here.”

He caught her halfway through the wide entrance hall, his hand catching her arm as he pulled her to a stop. She stopped easily enough. Long enough to reach down and bite him.

“Son of a bitch,” he yelled, jumping back to stare at his arm, then at the woman who had refused to bite anyone at anytime during training. He was fucking bleeding! Two perfect punctures marred the skin of his arm and oozed a small amount of blood. Dammit, he was partial to his blood and he preferred to keep it in his body.

She didn’t appear surprised or shocked at her own actions. She stared at him, her dark eyes glittering with fury, her cheeks flushed with it. “I want my coffee, and my beer. You can be as much an ass as you want to be, and you can hold me here till hell freezes over, but there are some things I refuse to live without. And while you’re ordering, get on whatever Internet connection this stinking jungle has and order me a vibrator. I want seven inches long, three inches around, D battery. Use that ineffective male brain and hunt up a vibrating egg as well. Preferably, white. I refuse to stay here without my necessities.”

Jacob stared at her incredulously. His gaze went to his arm, then back to her again. “You bit me, Faith,” he growled, ignoring her demands.

“And I’ll bite you again,” she assured him fiercely. “Don’t manhandle me, Jacob. This isn’t the Pack, and contrary to what you think, I refuse to acknowledge you as my mate. Mates do not desert each other. They do not walk away after fucking them, and they do not refuse them the few pleasantries their life has to offer. Namely, my caffeine and my beer. But since you are a typical Breed ass, you can supply my vibrators as well, because I refuse to fuck you.”

4 out of 5 stars.


Redd said...

me likey her too... i like that last paragraph..*grins*

Ragan (Location 2571) said...

Yeah, that woman had one hell of an obsession with her vibrators.

Redd said...

*grins* seriously? rotfl

Emily said...

After being so disappointed with some of the more recent releases in this series (Styx's Storm made me want to throw things) I'm wondering if going back and reading older books in the series might just be a better idea. I'm finally getting caught up on blog comments and I wanted to stop by and say that I liked your review!

Kiki Chandler said...

I have to agree with Emily. The newest books in the Breeds series just aren't that good. They are a major disappointment, espically when I compare them to the first books in the series.