Felicity Heaton
A snow leopard shifter in the prime of his life, the last thing on August’s
mind is tying himself to one female. He welcomes a different one to his bed
each night, or at least he had until five months ago when he became alpha. The
duties and pressures of running his pride have his libido dead on arrival—until
a trip to London to discuss business with the former alpha lands him in the
path of a beautiful, bewitching tigress who awakens a passion in him that
flares white hot and a need of her that consumes his every moment.
Promised at birth to a male she has never
met, Maya has left her pride behind to go to the tiger alpha who is to be her
mate, but she can’t leave without saying goodbye to her older brother, Talon. A
stop in London at Underworld to see him one last time turns out far different,
and far more dangerous, than how she had imagined it when she sets eyes on an
alluring crimson-haired stranger who stirs new, unbidden feelings in her,
desires that rouse her fiercest and most frightening instincts and demand she
stake a claim on him—her fated mate.
Will Maya be strong enough to place her
pride and her family’s safety before the desires of her own heart? And will
August unravel his feelings for the black-haired beauty before it’s too late
and he loses her forever?
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Snow leopard alpha August has taken a break from the pride to visit his cousin in London. His excuse is that he needs advice, he could have phoned for that. He hasn't had a moment to himself since he took over the pride.
Tiger shifter Maya is stopping off in London on her way to an arranged mating to a tiger alpha in Siberia . She wants to say goodbye to her brother. Both her brothers have been trying to stop her from going through with the mating, but the pride could be in danger if she refuses.
Another action packed story from our talented author. Wonderful strong characters that are so easy to fall in love with. Fights that make you duck out of the way in case they come out of the kindle. Our heroine in this one is especially brave with a little bit of something extra.
I loved every page and can't wait to read Grey's story.
Rain hammered down outside the window of
the taxi, catching the colourful lights of the city and shimmering, and making
the cars parked along the road glisten. It was strange.
August couldn’t remember the last time he
had seen rain.
Snow, yes.
Endless snow.
But not rain.
How long had it been since he had left the
pride village high in the mountains and ventured down into the mortal world?
Years?
He leaned his right arm on the plastic that
framed the bottom of the window, sighed and stared out into the night. At the
rain. At the people. So many people.
The hour was late, but London was alive and
buzzing.
Back home, high up in the mountains, it
would be silent by now, the peace rarely broken by the sound of a roar from
down in the valley as one of the big cats found prey or crossed paths with a
rival.
Gods, he had always found it too quiet.
He had taken to filling the silence of the
night with the song of females in his bed, their cries chasing away that
dreadful quiet and bringing life and light into the darkness.
How long had it been since he had done
that?
Too long.
After Cavanaugh had left the pride in his
hands five months ago, he had been doing his best to run it and be a good alpha
to everyone.
It was far harder than it had looked.
He closed his eyes, shutting out the busy
and entrancing mortal world, and that magical rain, and huffed.
He had trade negotiations with a
neighbouring pride in a little over a week and he didn’t have a fucking clue
what that entailed, and asking Dalton, his second in command hadn’t helped.
When he had grown the balls to ask him, Dalton had looked as lost as he felt.
They were both learning this shit as they went along, making half of it up and
hoping what they did was right, and what the pride expected.
Keeping his people happy, he could do, and
had been doing well.
But dealing with land rights and trade of
goods between prides?
He could wing the basics, but he couldn’t risk
doing that with something as important as those two things. If he screwed up
the impending negotiations, the pride would probably want him out, and he
couldn’t allow that. He was the only heir to the position of alpha, which meant
there would either be a fight between the strongest males in the pride to see
who would take his place, or the pride would call upon a former alpha.
Cavanaugh.
His cousin had been raised to be an alpha,
while August had been raised to play a supporting role.
Had he made a mistake by accepting
Cavanaugh’s offer?
Had he been out of his mind to think he
could be an alpha?
He wanted his cousin to be happy though,
and the damned idiot would have stuck with tradition if he had taken back the
mantle of alpha, making it impossible for him to be with his mate, and beloved,
Eloise, because she was born of the lower ranks in the pride.
So August had stepped in like some fucking
hero.
Who was the idiot now?
He flicked his eyes open and watched the
world whizz past, listening to the background noise of the driver’s radio, the
methodical clunk of the windscreen wipers and the whoosh of the tyres as they
cut through the water on the road.
Still, Cavanaugh was with Eloise at last,
and for better or worse, August was in charge of the pride.
It should have been grand.
Alphas were never short of female company,
which was exactly the way he liked things.
Only life had a way of kicking him in the
balls.
Sure, he had three prides trying to palm
off females onto him, and several of the high-ranking females in his own pride
making valiant attempts to bed him.
But now he didn’t have time for that shit.
Or the inclination.
Gods, he missed the old days. He would have
bedded them all, maybe more than one at a time, using them to chase back that
chilling silence of the night when his thoughts travelled paths he didn’t like,
leaving him feeling cold inside, strangely empty.
He would have had his fill of them, used
them to keep his bed warm all hours of the day and night, just like many of the
pride’s alphas before him.
Hell, he had thought it would be a perk of
the position, had imagined himself rolling in more females than ever, at least
double the number he had used to invite into his bed.
Now, he had no lack of females who wanted
him, but no desire to do anything with them.
His life had truly gone to Hell.
The stress of running the pride had him
awake most nights, poring over documents and tearing his hair out as he tried
to figure out what to do about the thousand issues and projects piled up on his
desk, and busy every hour of the day, taking visits from members of the pride
and hearing their problems.
His every moment, every breath, was
dedicated to getting the pride back on their feet. It had been five months to
the day since he had helped Cavanaugh defeat Stellan to free the pride of his
vicious tyranny and had taken over leadership in Cavanaugh’s stead.
Five fucking months.
He hadn’t had the energy to even think
about sex in that time, let alone actually do it.
And to top it all off, someone had started
the rumour that he was sleeping with Dalton.
Like hell he was.
Dalton was a good male, and one hell of a
looker, and always had his back, but neither of them swung that way.
The only reason August hadn’t crushed that
rumour was because Dalton was seeing a female from the lowest ranks, and if
their families found out, they would probably castrate him and castigate her.
No way he was going to let his best friend
take the hit like that just because he was bucking tradition. August was behind
him one hundred percent, would do whatever it took to help them be together,
just as he had for Cavanaugh. He never had been cool with some snow leopard
traditions.
Now he was caught up in them himself. As
alpha, he could bed all the lowborn females he wanted, but he was expected to
pick from the highborn or somehow find his fated one among the elite, the snow
leopard female who had been made for him, if he ever chose to settle down.
If.
August had no intention of doing such a
thing.
He sighed. Dalton would probably leap at the
chance to settle down with the female he was seeing. It was obvious his friend
loved her. The male pined for her when they were apart, and couldn’t keep his
eyes off her when the pride were celebrating something and everyone was
gathered in the square of the village.
August should have turned him down when he
had offered himself as his second in command. Maybe then Dalton could have
found a way to be with his female. Now, because of his elevated position, he
was expected to choose a female from within his own social sphere.
He couldn’t do this without Dalton though.
His friend was indispensable, kept him sane
when he was losing his mind, and pulled him up whenever he tripped and fell. He
was more than a right hand man. He was vital.
So vital that August had left the pride in
his capable hands while he flew halfway across the world to London.
August hated to admit it, but it felt
fucking good to be away from the pride and his responsibilities there.
He hadn’t come all the way here for
pleasure though. He had come on business.
The business of saving his arse.
He looked up at the redbrick warehouse to
his right as the taxi pulled up outside it, at the bright neon sign that hung
above thick steel doors.
Underworld.
August slipped the driver his money,
grabbed his duffle bag and opened the door. He stepped out onto the wet tarmac,
slammed the door and stared up at the sign as the car pulled away, leaving him
alone in the night, rain pouring down on his face.
Damn, it felt good.
Cleansing.
He closed his eyes and let it wash over
him, let it carry away some of his nerves.
The doors of the club opened and laughter
burst around him, and he watched the two females staggering away, heading
towards the main road.
He eased inside the nightclub in one fluid
motion before the door closed, not touching it, and stilled in the darkness.
The twenty-foot-wide corridor opened out a short distance ahead of him into a
huge space. Flashing colourful lights stuttered across the black wooden bar
that ran along the right black wall of the club, and the dance floor that
filled the rest of the space to the left. It was still busy, close to one
hundred people writhing against each other to a heavy rock beat. Halfway up the
height of the building, a balcony ran around three sides of the dance floor,
only absent above the bar. A few couples were making out up in the booths he
could see, and more than one of the enclosed spaces had the curtain drawn
across to give the occupants some privacy.
Cool air washed over him, and his nerves
vanished, his head growing a little light as he breathed it in. What was in the
air conditioning vents? Whatever it was, it was good.
He drifted towards the bar, suddenly
feeling mellow and as if he didn’t have a care in the world. The pride? Not a
problem. Trade negotiations? Whatever.
A low growl sounded ahead of him.
It rankled a little, and he instinctively
flashed fangs, although he wasn’t sure where the threat was coming from.
There were a lot of different species in
the club, and he smelled more than one shifter.
And also the shifter he had come to see.
“Sherry, check on the boss,” Cavanaugh’s
deep voice rang through the room, cutting through the thumping music.
A pretty blonde of indiscernible breeding
bounced along the bar towards him, bringing his gaze with her, and he frowned
when she stopped and his eyes settled on the one who had threatened him.
A big, very pissed off looking, male with
tousled short sandy hair and enough muscle packed beneath his white shirt to
make it clear August wouldn’t win in a fight against him.
At least not in his human form anyway.
The male’s golden eyes glowed, his face in
shadow as lights twirled above him, shifting colour.
“Kyter?” The one called Sherry touched his
shoulder and he snarled at her. She snatched her hand back, looked over her
shoulder, and hollered, “You deal with it. I dealt with him last time!”
Cavanaugh set a tall glass down in front of
a male at the bar, heaved a sigh and turned towards him.
Froze.
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA
Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance
books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing
action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary
from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to
sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors
Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan
then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and
wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her
stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded
alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and
angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or
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