Thomas Hunter is a government agent and a member of an elite Special Forces team—emphasizing the word special. In human form, Thomas is a mouth-watering hunk of rippling muscles. Since he’s in Bitter Creek Holler to meet the local werewolves, he’s spending most of his time prowling the woods as a jaguar, ready to greet shifters in parlay or meet the enemy with fang and claw.
But Thomas doesn’t know the area, or realize until too late, that he’s become prey. When Miz rescues his furry form from a conibear trap, the beast in him claims her as his own. It’s up to Thomas to work out the details and convince the bewitching healer she’s his mate.
Nothing in his military, shapeshifting, Special Forces background has prepared Thomas Hunter for the torture of jaguar mating-heat or the wrath of a furious witch. Though he’s on a mission in DC, his beast wrests control, racing to the mate he's left behind.
After Thomas delivers his own brand of healing, Miz returns with him to duty. They’ve got forty-eight hours to figure out the twisted magic at work—and time is not on their side.
Her neighbors and daughter believe she’s a widow who lost her husband in the war. But Jeb is alive and prosperous and Cherry’s one indulgence is a much anticipated monthly meeting with him that usually devolves into a shouting match.
When Jeb Carter becomes ill, perhaps even dying, discord changes to despair and he asks her to be with him to the end. Avoiding the questions of family and friends, they leave Texas on a journey that takes them to a love they’ve long denied.
Kell offers Tali his name for protection, knowing that he intends to claim the biggest prize of all–Tali’s heart.
What could a bluidy Irishman and a sheltered miss find in common? Desire.
But avoiding temptation gets trickier when a shape-changing predator watches her days, stalks her nights, and takes over her dreams.