New Adult Shifter Romance
Kissa Press LLC
of Publication: October 17, 2014
months of trying to rescue her werewolf half-brother Colin who was abducted by
evil research scientists, wereleopard Caitlyn has come home to Scotland to
console her sibling. But her problems are far from over…
in tooth and claw…
heady and wanton from the power of last night’s full moon, Caitlyn is in mortal
danger. Werewolves have little respect for other shifters, and she’s trapped
and caged at the Scottish Pack’s HQ and at the mercy of Alistair—the vicious
wolf who fathered Colin and abused her mother, and who’s capable of murder…
sweet smell of arousal…
scent can save her, or kill her. Dougal, the Pack’s new Alpha, hungers to strip
her naked and satiate his fiery lunar lust. But he also senses this beautiful
feline with clover-green eyes that shine through the bars of her prison with
burning desire is nearing the end of her strength. Will he deny his dominance,
and the moon’s lingering power, to be the protector she needs?
in several months. Months I’d spent struggling to rescue my younger brother. My
attempts had been in vain. Not only had the scientists who’d captured him
discovered my existence and fervently chased me, but no matter what I’d tried,
their research facility had been nearly impenetrable for a lone wereleopard.
The tall fences and heavy-duty searchlights would have been challenge enough,
but the plentiful armed guards that crisscrossed the compound had made it impossible
transferred to had broken him—and the other shifters—free with their numbers
and brute strength. However, I could only wonder how Colin had fared after all
he’d been through. From the brief phone call we’d shared yesterday, I barely
recognized him. He didn’t sound at all like the easygoing guy I’d known. He was
weary and solemn.
done had changed him and his beast.
of complete exhaustion. Sooner than later, I needed to rest up. The scientists
had stayed so close on my tail for so long that I remained vigilant at all
times. It was so hard to let my guard down.
craved the comfort of home and the ability to run in my feline form without
having to keep constant watch over my shoulder. Och, to feel the lush grass and dried leaves beneath my padded feet
and to smell the forest air mixing and lingering with the soft undertones of
early morning rain. My beast stretched lazily inside my chest, eager to
unsheathe her claws and return to nature. But there was no luxury for that yet.
I wanted to clean the place up before his return. His absence had made the
house a dusty mess. However, this provided me with a temporary place to stay,
since I’d given up my flat and the majority of my belongings shortly after he’d
rebuilding my life and getting back into a comfortable routine.
deep breath, trying to push aside the stress weighing on me. My brother’s scent
still lingered in the air after all this time. However, I wasn’t alone. Another
musky smell—of a wild beast—urged me deeper into the apartment, calling to me
from just out of reach.
around, slinging my fist at the intruder as instinct took over. But the hulking
man looming over me easily dodged my punch and landed a hard kick to my outer
thigh. I stumbled into the living room’s leather armchair but jerked back to my
feet, quickly regaining my balance. My cat-like reflexes suffered from being so
bone-weary, but I needed to persevere.
attacker’s lupine odor and my blood chilled. Shite.
shifters, especially felines. The dog and cat politics between us were as hairy
as our domestic counterparts’ at times.
snarled the words, sounding every bit the hungry wolf. Dark brown hair swept
across his forehead, and he brushed it back with the swipe of his meaty hand.
He stalked closer, invading my personal space. I didn’t dare to move away and
Should I answer him? Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn’t put my
finger on it. Keep the secret safe.
pointedly lingering on my curves. His momentary distraction was exactly what I
needed to attack.
against his chest to knock him down in a fierce hit. My plan nearly
succeeded—even if his massive chest was as solid as a brick wall—but he grabbed
my ankle at the last minute, dragging me down with him. I twisted, struggling
to land on my feet. Unlike my feline counterpart, I wasn’t that agile. Not with a werewolf holding onto me.
with bone-rattling force. I gasped, struggling for each breath after the hard
blow. A gentle gust of wind made the open front door creak a little. My gaze
rose to the lush green outdoors. If I could just make it there, then I could outrun
this wolf. Leopards were quicker, so I’d be safe from him.
had become one giant race. Constantly running from one problem to another. That
wasn’t me. The fact this wolf had even managed to gain an advantage over me
showed just how desperately I needed to rest. If I were at the top of my game, he would be running from me.
& USA Today bestselling author Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark,
magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance author, but she’s written
all over the romance spectrum with cyberpunk, sci-fi, fantasy, urban
fantasy…even a sweet contemporary romance!
life-long paranormal fan, she still sleeps with a night-light. In her spare
time, she reads sexy books, watches scary movies (and Ghost Adventures), and
plays computer games with her husband. When she gets the chance, she loves
traveling the world too.
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