Despised by his tiger shifter pride as an
abomination, Grey has ventured far from home, deep into the bowels of Hell in
search of answers about the machinations of Archangel, the mortal hunter
organisation who held his twin captive. With no knowledge of the realm, and
little skill with the local languages, he quickly finds himself at a dead
end—until he crosses paths with a beautiful hellcat female who rouses his
darkest most dangerous instincts.
Lyra has been a fool, falling for the
charms of a male whose only desire was to make a fast buck by selling her.
Shackled and collared, her strength muted by magic, she awaits her time on the
stage at a black-market auction, but before it can come, all hell breaks loose
and she seizes a chance to escape—and runs straight into a majestic warrior who
steals her breath away and tempts her like no other as he battles alone to free
everyone.
When Lyra offers her services as a
translator to repay Grey for saving her, will he be strong enough to resist the
needs she awakens in him and spare himself the pain of her inevitable rejection
when she discovers the truth about him? And when the powerful male in charge of
the slave ring starts a bloody hunt for Lyra, can she escape another collar and
find the courage to trust the tiger who is capturing her heart?
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Tiger shifter Grey is in hell. He has travelled there to find the place the hunters from Archangel are using. He has been relieved of protecting his sister now she has a mate, and he will not go back to the pack. So that leaves him with nothing better to do than satisfy his curiosity. Could be deadly for a cat.
Hellcat shifter Lyra was tricked by a male who sold her into slavery. The magical collar and shackles they have on her, stop her from shifting and tearing them all to pieces.
This story is a real journey through hell for our protagonists. The incredible battles that will be fought are not always with the many enemies, sometimes they are with their own feelings. As is usual for this author the fight scenes are so realistic you want to hide under your duvet to stay safe and the sex scenes will have your kindle steaming up.
An absolutely fantastic story from the series that could easily be read on it's own, but if you are like me you will make sure you read as many of them as you can.
I'm hoping the next one will have a certain black dragon as the hero.
I can't wait to read more.
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Grey slowed his steps and watched the male
walking away. He didn’t stop at the perimeter of the village. He kept walking,
heading into the darkness, going south-east.
High, bubbling laughter broke the silence.
He shook off his curiosity about the male
and returned his focus to his mission, shifting his gaze back to the hut that
was possibly a tavern.
Another female toppled out of it, a male
following close behind her.
“Excuse me.” Grey raised his hand to snag
their attention.
Both of them stared blankly at him.
They looked at each other.
Spoke.
In a language he didn’t know.
The female was rather animated as she
prattled on, tossing her blonde hair over her bare shoulders, revealing a small
top that was more strapless bra than corset. Matching black leather hugged her
long legs. She was pretty too, a bright glow around her pupils that might have
fooled him into believing her a shifter like him.
Only she smelled of sex and sin.
A succubus.
Her partner stood behind her, giving Grey a
death glare turned up to the max.
Succubus sidled towards Grey, a wicked sway
to her curvy hips and a smile tugging at her cherry red lips.
Crimson bled into the male’s eyes, his
pupils stretching thin in their centres.
Another vampire.
And this one looked as if he might fight to
prove who was stronger.
Grey held his hands up again and shook his
head. “My mistake.”
He hurried past the male, ducking into the
hut. It was cramped inside and he had to remain bent over to avoid banging his
head. With all the demons, dragons and elves in Hell, he would have thought
someone would have had the foresight to build the walls higher so the roof
trusses didn’t pose a risk of injury.
He was barely pushing six-five and it was a
struggle to reach the bar without knocking a few braincells out, or himself out
with them. He didn’t want to see a demon pushing seven foot trying to move
around in the cramped suffocating space.
Wooden torches rested in metal sconces
spaced around the walls and clustered behind the bar area opposite him. Their
flames flickered wildly, casting shadows over the males and females seated
around the tables that lined the edges of the room. As if it wasn’t hot enough
already. He huffed and tugged at his damp t-shirt, trying to fan himself a
little as the temperature rose. Still, it was nice seeing a colour other than
endless black, and having light in his life again.
He found a spot at the black stone bar,
squatted there and tried to get the attention of the female serving. A very
ample female. Her long mahogany corset pressed her curves inwards, and upwards,
and tan leather encased powerful thighs. She poured a drink from one of the
five huge wooden barrels stacked like a pyramid behind the bar and then turned
back to the customer and set the clay mug down in front of him.
Her eyes glowed as she spoke with the male,
a pretty shade of blue with violet hints.
Another succubus.
Was this entire village made up of them?
She brushed her fingers across the male’s
jaw, and he visibly shuddered and sagged a little, his cheeks turning deep pink
as he stared dazedly at her.
Another beautiful and buxom female came to
him and ushered him away, out of the door and into the darkness.
The bartender finally noticed him.
Her smile lit up the room and her eyes
glowed a little brighter.
Grey cleared his throat and schooled his
features, his lips settling in a firm line and his silver eyebrows meeting hard
above his blue eyes.
“I just want information.”
She looked disappointed.
Possibly confused.
The escorts Thorne had offered were looking
more and more like they would have been a fantastic idea.
The brunette blinked and leaned against the
bar, her breasts threatening to spill out of her tight corset. She reached for
him.
He shook his head. “Just information.”
He wasn’t interested in anything else. He
shut out the mocking voices in his head. It was his choice. He was the one
uninterested in her, not the other way around.
“Infor… mace…” A little wrinkle formed
between her brightly coloured eyes.
“Information.” He pulled his pack off his
back, unzipped the main compartment and fished out the papers he had brought
with him. He set them down on the stone slab and pointed to the name of the
village. “Is this here?”
She stared at the word.
Dammit. Thorne had warned him that the
ragtag groups that called this area their home had probably never left Hell so
were unlikely to know the mortal tongues.
Someone peered over his shoulder.
A black clawed finger landed on the piece
of paper in front of him, close to his. “Here.”
Grey jumped and growled at the male beside
him. The warlock. Wizard. Whatever the hell he wanted to be called. He reeked
of magic and death.
Even the succubus backed off, her usual
bright smile and sultry air turning cold and dark. She said something, and the
male said something back at her, a bite in his tone.
“You speak English?” Grey didn’t want to
talk to the male, but he wasn’t going to get anywhere speaking with the
bartender or anyone else in the joint.
The male didn’t nod.
Not a good sign.
“This is here?” He pointed to the name on
the piece of paper again.
The male nodded and looked around. “Here.”
It was a start.
“You speak her tongue?” Grey pointed
towards the bartender. “Speak. Her.”
The male frowned, his icy green eyes
darkening a shade, and looked at the female, and then back at him. “Yes.”
Getting there.
But the male didn’t really understand him.
He couldn’t ask complicated questions and have him relay them to the bartender
for her to answer, and the male wouldn’t know the answer to them himself since
he was clearly just passing through and using the village as a rest stop.
He needed to boil it down into something
the male might understand.
“Mortals. Humans.” It was worth a shot. He
pointed to himself. “I’m looking for mortals.”
The male’s eyes lit up. He pointed east.
“Mortals.”
Grey looked in that direction. East. The
dragon realm and the Devil’s lands were east of here. He slid his blue gaze
back to the male, his hackles rising and his animal side growing restless,
prowling beneath his skin.
Was the male telling him the truth?
“Mortals?” Grey pointed east, along the
length of the bar.
The male nodded and attempted a smile. It
came off twisted and disturbing rather than reassuring.
“Definitely?” Because he was starting to
get the feeling that the male was trying to get him killed. “Because dragons
are that way.”
The male shook his head. “No dragons.
Mortals.”
Grey pulled the map out of his trouser
pocket, spread it across the bar top and jammed a finger against the area Sable
had labelled as ‘here be dragons’ and had drawn what he imagined was meant to
be a dragon, but it looked more like a snake fighting a spider.
“Dragons.” He tapped the paper.
The warlock shook his head again, his eyes
darkening another shade and his thin lips flattening. He jabbed a black claw
against a spot west of the dragons, and east of their current location.
“Mortals. There.”
So close?
Was it possible?
“Here?” Grey pointed to the map.
The male looked as if he was going to kill
him if he asked again, an inky sort of darkness growing around his pupils to
devour the pale green of his irises.
“Okay. Here it is. Got it. Thanks.” Grey
bundled up his papers and his backpack in his arms and left before the male
could even think about muttering a spell to flay his fur off his body.
He breathed deep as he hit the village
square again, shaking off his nerves and the sensation that the male was trying
to get him killed. He just smelled of death, that was all it was. It had put
Grey on edge.
He looked back at the tavern. Even the
succubi had avoided the male. He turned away from the village and headed east,
glancing at the male’s tent as he passed it. It was set up a good distance from
the rest of the tents and from the huts, placed right against the perimeter
wall of the village.
That struck a chord in him.
The warlock had come to the village, but
had separated himself from them, was keeping his distance even though he
obviously wanted to be around others.
The male had been helpful, but because he
had looked different to the others, Grey had found it difficult to trust him.
He had judged him on his appearance, and had believed he wanted to kill him
because of that. He was no better than the others.
He should have been.
Experience should have taught him
something, should have made him react differently to the male, but he had
treated him with suspicion, just like the rest.
Just like his pride had treated him.
All because he was different to them.
Gods, he was no better than them.
He hated that.
It weighed him down as he trekked east,
following the lead the male had given him.
It took him across the valley basin to the
foot of a low mountain range.
He looked along it in both directions, and
then at his map. By his calculations, the quickest route would be over the
mountains, because the range stretched in both directions for miles. If he
tried to go around, it would take him at least another day to reach the destination
the warlock had marked for him.
By then, Archangel might have moved on.
He adjusted his pack on his shoulders,
huffed and started forwards, picking a path up the gently sloping side of the
mountain. He crossed a trail around two hundred metres up and followed it as it
wound through the sharp towering rocks and up through tall crevasses that
sliced into the black mountain. The trail grew narrow near the top, heading
towards a sweeping curve between two peaks.
He brought his pack around to his front and
pressed his back against the black rock as he edged sideways along the path,
his eyes on the steep drop to jagged rocks below and his heart hammering
against his ribs. No damn way he was going to fall. He breathed through the
fear, refusing to let it get to him, and looked to his right, focusing on the
path instead.
It opened up a short distance ahead.
Relief was quick to sweep through him when
his boots hit the wider path and the trail led away from the edge, over the
ridge.
Gods, he was tired.
He pulled a cloth from his back pocket and
wiped the sweat from his brow, and ran his other hand over his silver hair. He
would rest on the other side. This high up the mountain, he was unlikely to run
into any wild beasts. He could spare a few minutes to catch his breath and rest
his legs. He unhooked the canteen from his pack, took a swig of the tepid
water, and capped it and put it back again. He was getting low.
Thorne had warned him not to trust the
water in Hell.
Apparently, some of it wasn’t water at all.
Grey didn’t want to know what that meant.
He figured it wouldn’t end well for him and
that was enough to have him steering clear of hitting any stream he saw for a
refill of his canteen.
He reached the top of the mountain.
His breath caught.
Good gods.
It was as if he could see the entire world.
Or at least all of Hell.
Beyond the valley far below him, steeper
mountains rose, forming ridge after ridge into the distance, where the sky
glowed bright gold. The Devil’s domain.
Hell was bleak, grim, but had a strange
sort of beauty to it from up here.
He started down the mountain, his eyes
leaping back to the view whenever they could, drinking it in. It was
incredible. How big was Hell? He should have looked back in the other direction
at the ridge to see if he could figure it out. Maybe he would stop there and
drink it all in if he came back this way.
He picked out a spot to rest as he scouted
the route ahead of him, a nice flat space just a little over halfway down the
mountain and only accessible from one side, giving him some protection.
He was close to it when lights in the
valley caught his eye.
He slowed his steps and tracked them as
they flickered and danced, a row of flaming gold spots crossing the darkness,
heading to his left, deeper into the valley.
Archangel?
He looked in the direction they were
heading, and frowned. More lights glowed there. Another village? Or a base of
operations for a mortal hunter organisation up to no good?
Thoughts of resting scattered and he
marched down the mountain, intent on reaching the valley floor before the
people walking towards the settlement reached it. He needed to find out if they
were Archangel soldiers, and he needed to do it before they joined up with the
others. He could handle a few hunters, but not an entire base of operations.
His boots skidded on the loose black shale
as he hurried down the mountain, and he fought for balance more than once,
attempting a controlled slide that would get him down into the valley quicker
than using the paths.
When he hit the valley floor, he paused for
breath, his eyes scanning the dimly lit world around him. He spotted the
torches off to his left, about five hundred metres out from his current
position. He drew down a deep breath, held it in his lungs to steady his heart
and centre himself and exhaled slowly. His senses sharpened, his animal side
rising to the fore, allowing him to see into the darkness ahead of him.
Allowing him to see the people crossing the
valley.
Every inch of him stilled.
And then a slow burn started in his blood.
It wasn’t Archangel.
He growled low in his throat at the sight
of the large male figures, at the thick chains they gripped, and the captives
they dragged along behind them.
It was slave traders.
He caught a flash of the two tiger shifter
females he had found huddled naked and terrified in their cages, held against
their will by Pyotr, the male Maya had been promised to as a cub.
That burn grew hotter, fiercer, blazing
white hot, and he curled his hands into fists, his emerging claws digging into
his palms as his tiger side raged, battered his control and pushed him to
react, to obey his instincts.
To protect.
No one deserved to be treated that way. No
one deserved to be abused, mistreated, held captive and condemned to a life of
fear.
He snarled through his fangs.
Dumped his backpack and stripped off his
t-shirt.
These bastards were going to pay for what
they were doing.
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Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
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Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
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Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger
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