Tamed
by a Tiger (Eternal Mates Paranormal Romance Series Book 13) by Felicity Heaton
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Tamed by a Tiger (Eternal Mates Romance
Series Book 13)
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?
Maya turned the moment she sensed someone
enter the room, ready to snap and snarl and drive them away, because this was
her room.
Her territory.
Her toys.
She wasn’t going to share them with anyone,
had already driven Grey away when he had been the one to suggest she shift and
work off some energy.
She stilled when she spotted the
scarlet-haired male standing in the doorway.
Heat flared, rushing through her, and she
dropped the barrel and growled through her fangs at him.
Hers.
He was hers.
His silvery eyes brightened, pupils
dilating to swallow that precious colour as he stared at her in silence, not
moving a muscle.
His heartbeat drummed steadily in her ears,
not a trace of a tremble in his powerful athletic body.
He was fearless as he faced her.
As he growled.
Maya was too fired up to heed that order he
issued, too far gone to withdraw.
This was her territory.
Hers.
And so was he.
She sprang at him and he didn’t have a
chance to move. Before he could even twitch, she had landed on his chest, her
front paws on his shoulders, and he was going down. He grunted as they landed,
her weight slamming into his gut, and she felt an echo of his pain.
Mine.
She growled in his face, flashing her
fangs.
He would submit to her.
In a lightning fast move, he had flipped
her onto her back and was off her, back on his feet and a metre away. She
rolled onto her paws, a growl rumbling through her chest, the need to force him
into submission pounding through her together with anger that he had dared to
disobey her.
She slowly circled him and he kept pace
with her, maintaining the distance between them, those pure silver eyes not
leaving hers, tracking her every move so she couldn’t get the jump on him
again.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he
husked, voice like honey, a smooth purr that had her shivering with delight.
She knew that.
But he didn’t know just how dangerous this
game was.
For both of them.
Part of her was dimly aware that she needed
to stop, that she needed to shift and leave, before the hungers he ignited in
her became too strong for her to fight and she surrendered to them.
Fight.
She wanted to fight.
She hunkered down on her front paws and
growled again, a need to battle the male growing within her, spreading tendrils
through her until it had total control over her and all she could do was watch.
He smiled slowly. “If you want to do things
this way, I’m game.”
He reached over his head, grabbed the back
of his dark red t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Maya swayed a little as the glorious sight
of him hit her, stunned her and left her reeling, her mouth watering and that
hunger flaring hotter, filling her with a need to run her tongue over all that
flesh.
Scars littered his chest, faded and
silvery, but it was the one on his right shoulder that arrested her eyes. It
was thick, cutting across his muscle, and dark pink. Still healing. He had been
in a battle recently. She shivered inside at that, her need growing as she
imagined him fighting, as she realised he was a warrior.
A strong male.
“You look as if you need a good workout.”
There was a flash of something wicked in his silver eyes as he said that,
something that told her he wasn’t talking about fighting.
He was talking about the other thing.
Her heart quickened, blood thundering at
just the thought.
He fingered the button of his black jeans
and her eyes fell there, that heat growing fiercer as he slowly popped each
one, teasing her. It burst into wildfire in her veins when he reached the last
one and casually, shamelessly, shoved his jeans down his legs.
Gods.
She growled at the sight of him, unable to
contain her reaction.
That smile widened, grew a little cocky.
She had seen countless males naked at the
pride before and after they had shifted, more than just her brothers, but none
of them had been like him.
He was glorious.
He would be hers.
She leaped at him.
Before she could reach him, he had shifted,
stealing her breath away.
Beautiful lush pale silver fur with black
broken rings covered his sleek form, his tail thick and bushy, and almost the
length of his body, and his eyes gained a gold shimmer.
A snow leopard.
The sight of him caught her off guard.
Left her wide open.
He collided hard with her and tackled her,
knocking the air from her as they landed with him on top. She growled and
twisted, slapped him hard with her front left paw and then her right, battering
his face. He snarled back at her and made a lunge for her throat, and she
swiftly bucked up, pushing her paws against his neck and his shoulder. The
right one.
He hissed and distanced himself, but only
for a heartbeat.
He sprang at her again, and she was ready
this time, rose onto her back feet and reached with both paws, managed to get
them around his neck as his landed around her ribs. He snarled as she brought
her head down, whisker close to sinking her fangs into his throat, and twisted
downwards, breaking her hold.
Maya growled and followed it with a hiss as
she swiped at him, her ears flattening against her head.
He leaped backwards, only a few feet, and
eyed her, studying her closely.
She bared fangs at him.
He would submit to her.
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
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“Want another drink?” I ask Micah as he lounges on my couch and takes the final swallow of his scotch. He flew in about an hour ago, and we’re waiting for Jorie to arrive to go out to dinner tonight. My nerves are on edge. I definitely want another drink.
“Nah, man,” Micah says as he pushes up from the couch and moves to take his glass back into the kitchen that opens straight from the living room. “Tonight’s not about getting drunk. It’s about hanging out with my two favorite people in the world.”
I smile at him and nod, my stomach clenched.
“But just so you know,” he says with a laugh. “Jorie’s my first favorite, you’re my second.”
“As it should be,” I reply, and hope that sounds casual enough.
Micah rinses his glass out and sets it on the counter. As he walks back into the living room, he says, “And besides… I figure tomorrow night, you and I are going to hit the town, right?”
“You know it,” I say as I push up from the chair, head straight to the wet bar, and replenish my vodka. There is not enough alcohol in the world to get me through this weekend. I take a healthy slug as soon as I cap the bottle.
“Dying to go to The Wicked Horse,” Micah says with excitement in his voice. “Want to meet Jerico, too. He and I have been emailing about testing out some more of my designs in his club. Plus, you and me, dude… we haven’t had a woman together in a long time. Your stories about the stocks… we’ve got to hit that, man.”
My shoulders tighten and my gut rolls with nausea. How in the fuck I am going to weasel out of this is beyond me, but I’ve got to figure something out. I don’t want another fucking woman other than Jorie.
“Walsh?” Micah says in question, and I turn to look at him. “We good with going there tomorrow night?”
“Damn straight we are,” I say with a smile. “A night of debauchery for the both of us.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Just then, the elevator doors give a slight hiss as they open, and Jorie is standing there. She looks fucking amazing, wearing a dress done in large black-and-white zebra stripes that’s loosely belted around her waist and comes down to her knees. She’s got on a pair of sexy-as-shit taupe heels to go with it and my mouth waters as I take in what they do to her legs. Hair in that sleek, angled bob that hangs halfway in between her jaw and shoulders, and that thick crop of bangs straight across her eyebrows make her green eyes brighter than ever.
I swallow hard and try to appear casual.
Her eyes go immediately to Micah, and she gives a squeal of excitement. He rushes to her, picks her up, and swings her around. The skirt of her dresses rises a bit in the back, and I look away guiltily.
“God, I missed you, squirt,” Micah says with a choked voice. My guilt intensifies over the naked display of love and affection he has for his sister.
Jorie’s voice quavers with equal love. “I missed you, too.”
She hugs him hard and looks over his shoulder at me. Her eyes are wary and nervous.
When Micah releases her, I step up and casually say, “Got a hug for me?”
It’s a shameless move to touch her, but not something that would raise Micah’s eyebrows. I’ve hugged Jorie a million times over our lives together growing up.
“It’s good to see you again,” she says to me as she walks into a very brotherly hug. I make the mistake of inhaling her scent, and I’m hit with a jolt of lust for her.
After we quickly release each other, she steps back and surveys my apartment as if it’s her first time. She told Micah we met for breakfast one day, but he sure as shit doesn’t know I’ve fucked her on almost every piece of furniture in this apartment. He’ll never know she went to her knees right where we’re standing in front of the elevator and swallowed every drop of cum I gave her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I have an overwhelming urge to fake a stomachache, a migraine, a goddamn stroke for all I care at this moment, and beg off from this entire weekend.
Instead, I put a smile on my face and tell them, “Come on. We’ve got prime seats in Moulineaux tonight. I’ve not eaten there yet, but heard it’s amazing.”
Jorie smiles back at me before turning to hook her arm through Micah’s. She leans over and puts her head on his arm as she’s too short to reach his shoulder. They both stroll into the elevator.
This night can’t get over with fast enough for me.
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Wham. My heart slammed against my ribs as it sped up about twenty beats per minute.
The heat and delicious woodsy citrus scent radiating from his body did good things to me. Things that made me want to do very bad things to him. I wasn’t a seventeen-year-old virgin anymore. I knew my way around a man, but I had to admit, the hipsters in Cali had nothing on a homegrown Louisiana man like Rhett.
When he spoke, he leaned in so close that I could feel his breath on my ear. “You missed that shot on purpose.”
My gaze jumped from the sexy five o’clock shadow shading his jaw to his piercing green eyes.
“Wha-what are you talking about?” I smacked myself mentally when my old stammer kicked in. Of course he would cause it.
“That shot. You missed on purpose. I saw you adjust at the last minute. Why?”
I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and decided to take the safest exit from this situation. Lying.
“Cue slipped.”
His eyes narrowed on me. “You’re lying and you’re terrible at it, just like you’ve always been.” He reached up and pressed his thumb to my left eyebrow. “You get a twitch right here.”
Oh my God. Rhett Hennessy is touching me. And what’s more . . . he knows my tell. He noticed me!
The fifteen-year-old inside me did a terrible cartwheel at the realization. Okay, more of a round-off. With a tumble in the grass to finish. Whatever.
But outwardly, I was trapped in that green gaze until he decided to let me go—or until I came to my senses.
I cleared my throat and sidestepped him. “Whatever you say, hotshot. I need another drink.”
Focusing on putting one four-inch heel in front of the other without biting it, I escaped to the table and reached for the whiskey glass I’d left behind, interrupting my brother and the waitress. They both stared at me as I chugged the contents.
I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have Rhett’s attention, and now I knew. In a word, it was . . . unnerving.
“How’s the game going?” my brother asked.
“Fine.” Keeping my answer short meant he couldn’t tell that I was lying. Heath wasn’t nearly as observant as Rhett.
“You winning?”
Thanking the Lord that Heath obviously hadn’t been watching, I shrugged. “I guess.”
He glanced toward Rhett and then back to me. “The sister I know and love doesn’t lose at pool. Ever. Even to Rhett Hennessy.”
I lowered the glass to the table and straightened my shoulders. “Like they say, things change.”
He nodded slowly. “That may be true about most things, Flounder. But you’re a pool shark and we both know it.”
Before I could respond, Heath’s attention jumped back to the waitress. I took another ten seconds to gather myself, also known as drinking offensively in my mind, before I crossed the floor to face off against my former obsession.
“You all right, Red?” Rhett asked.
“Don’t call me that. And I’ve never been better.”
His gaze dipped to my feet and dragged up my body. “I can agree with that statement.”
Whoa. Who is this guy with the innuendo? A glance at his empty whiskey glass told me he was drinking heavily as well. Was this the booze talking? Or was Rhett Hennessy not just noticing me, but noticing me?
Either way, I had to play it cool. Or at least pretend to play it cool, since it seemed I might fall short.
“Your turn, hotshot. Better not miss, because I’ll clear the table next time,” I said, but my cocky attitude backfired.
Rhett didn’t miss. He sank his balls and then the eight, ending the game almost as quickly as it started. He returned his cue to the rack and turned to face me, all traces of the earlier heat banked, his expression shuttered.
“Game over.”
What the hell just happened?
My Review: Wow, this was good. And so emotional! I might have teared up a little, I'll admit. Since we met Austin in the previous books, it was obvious he enjoyed drinking, but in his own story, it's so much deeper than just having a few too many now and again. K.A. Line does a fantastic job with Austin's addiction. It can be hard to write an addict, and possibly even harder to write a recovering one, but I have to admire how well it was done.
K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.
She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.
