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257 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 6, 2013
Not the nicest neighbors a girl could have, but sadly they weren’t the worst.
She’d run away from the orphanage when she was barely fourteen to live on the streets of Chicago.
Tough to top that.
He’d never had his animal so close to the surface during sex. It was intensely erotic to have his pleasure echoed within the cat.
Instead, nothing had ever felt more right.
This female was precisely what he needed. Strong. Independent. But with a heart that was aching for the opportunity to love.
They’d both lost their families and deep inside they were both searching for a place to call home.
Something they could build together.
But never before had sex called to both the man and cat inside him.
His cat had known she belonged to him the second it’d caught her scent. It just took the male side of him a bit longer to figure it out.
Now both were in agreement.
Isi was his mate.
It was as if her heart and soul had already realized that she’d found the man destined to break through her barriers to claim the lonely woman beneath.
Just the sort of corny, fairy-tale ending that used to make her gag.
As far as she was concerned, Disney was selling a load of crap to young girls.
And then Talon had crashed into her life.
Sure, she was a kickass Hunter who was capable of bringing down several full-grown males with one hand tied behind her back—part of her training—but in the Wildlands no one ever talked to her like this. Looked at her like this. Like she was desirable and available. It felt so good.
He laughed with her, his dark eyes glittering with interest. They were a handsome set of eyes, deep and soulful, and she could probably get lost in them if it wasn’t for the breath-stealing, knee-weakening crystal blue orbs of a certain Pantera male in the room. Eyes she’d been lusting after forever.
And every time Mal saw him, she had an irrepressible urge to rush at him, leap into his massive arms and attack his perfect mouth.
It’d been like that for the past seven years.
Oh, who was she kidding? More like ten.
Amalie was not just the last Pantera born, which made her untouchable in and of itself, but she was also his best friend’s little sister. And the code of honor between males killed even the most desperate of attractions.
Xavier’s gut clenched. She had no idea how he saw her, how his skin ached every time she touched him – how he stood taller, prouder, every time her eyes were on him. And hell, she never would, if he could manage it.
She was a strong female, passionate, and a truly capable Hunter. Rarely did she lose the prey she sought. And damn, she sought Xavier something fierce. She wanted his touch to be her first.
Obligation or not, she’d already ‘captured’ him. Now she just had to make her gorgeous prey see what was right in front of him.
“I love you, Amalie,” he said in a hoarse, desperate voice. “Fuck, Beautiful, I always have. I don’t care about anything or anyone. Not anymore—not ever.”
“If I’d have know this, I would’ve seduced Xavier a long time ago.”
