Down on her luck, Ivy follows a lead to a spot where she hopes to photograph black bears, but what she discovers there is a mountain of a man who lacks manners and seems determined to drive her off his property—a man who stirs unbidden fire in her veins and a strange sense of home.
With a pride gathering on the verge of happening at Cougar Creek and the air charged with a mating heat, the last thing Rath needs is a human on his land, especially one as beautiful and alluring as Ivy, one who rouses a fierce need to fight for her, but he can’t convince himself to let her go… and that proves dangerous for them both.
WOW, did I love this book!!
Felicity has really been on a roll lately, first with her recent release, Esher (he is my favorite hero of all time) and now with this book...I'm ECSTATIC to read the next one!
Firstly, I LOVE the idea of the "true mate" or the "fated mate," and that's what this book was all about. But Felicity drew it out so perfectly, from when the couple first mt each other to Rath's realization (and resistance to) their pull towards each other.
As always, the imagery was perfectly done. I felit like I was at Cougar Creek seeing the mist rising off the water and the black bears and Rath's shirtless fly fishing :)
I am THRILLED there are more book sin the series, and I'm dying to read them all!!!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of my honest thoughts)
Felicity has really been on a roll lately, first with her recent release, Esher (he is my favorite hero of all time) and now with this book...I'm ECSTATIC to read the next one!
Firstly, I LOVE the idea of the "true mate" or the "fated mate," and that's what this book was all about. But Felicity drew it out so perfectly, from when the couple first mt each other to Rath's realization (and resistance to) their pull towards each other.
As always, the imagery was perfectly done. I felit like I was at Cougar Creek seeing the mist rising off the water and the black bears and Rath's shirtless fly fishing :)
I am THRILLED there are more book sin the series, and I'm dying to read them all!!!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of my honest thoughts)
Rath wasn’t sure what had possessed him, why he had laid down the law and made it clear that he would be escorting Little Miss Ivy wherever she went on his property.
It had been instinct, but he wasn’t sure whether it had stemmed from a desire to protect the secrets of his home and his kin, or a desire to protect her.
Her careless talk of heading up river into the valley had provoked a fierce reaction from his cougar side, had made him instantly restless, stoked by an urge to force her to stay within the boundaries of his territory.
Where she would be safe.
He shoved away from the railing around his deck before he could even consider thinking about the reason why he wanted to protect her, snagged his mug and tossed the cold coffee onto the grass, and then strode into his cabin. He poured another mug, lifted it to his lips and drank it while looking at the river. It was only a few hours. He could work on the cabin by the river after she was gone.
His eyes dropped to her, and he watched her as she fiddled with the camera she had protected as if it was her damned baby rather than a piece of soulless machinery.
Maybe not soulless.
Her photographs had been good, and the ones on her website had been impressive too. She had talent.
He swigged his coffee, savouring the warmth of it and the buzz as the caffeine instantly hit him. Fuck, he had needed that.
She moved again, rubbing her wrist this time, and he looked away when she pulled the sleeve of her beige jacket back to reveal a dark mark on her arm, something twisting in his chest at the sight of it.
He hadn’t meant to be a dick. It just came with the territory. It was his job to keep Cougar Creek secret from the world, protected. She hadn’t been the first human to wander into the creek, but she was the first he was going to let leave.
The other humans that had all strayed onto his land had been hunting, and some of them had been taking photographs.
He and his kin had realised it was better to kill any suspicious humans after they had allowed one to leave and they had turned out to be a scouting party for a mortal hunter organisation bent on eradicating non-humans.
Archangel.
The bastards had paid for their attempt to murder his entire pride, but they had forced them to move the entire community to a new location, one he intended to keep safe.
Ivy pushed onto her feet, snagging his focus again as she slipped her arm through the strap of her camera, so it sat across her chest and the camera hung at her right hip, and smoothed rogue strands of her rich brown hair back into her ponytail. She brushed her dark brown trekking trousers down, frowning as she spotted the mud all around her ankles, and stooped, giving him a hell of a view of her round backside as she tucked her trousers into the tops of her walking boots.
Rath dragged his eyes away from her and growled at himself.
He stomped out onto the deck as his mood soured for some godsdamned reason and didn’t look at her as he hit the grass and growled, “Keep up.”
“Manners much?” she muttered, his sensitive hearing easily picking up her soft voice.
He glared at the grass, a need to turn and tell her that he had manners pounding through him, but she would only ask where they were, and he didn’t have an answer for that question. He wasn’t sure where they had gone.
They had disappeared the moment he had set eyes on her by the river, the second she had lowered her camera and her eyes had met his, and something had happened. He just wasn’t sure what that something was. It had him tied in knots, snapping at her when he felt guilty about it a split-second later, unsure what the fuck was wrong with him.
He led her to the river, positioned himself on a log beneath a tree on the right side of the grassy area, and leaned back against the broad trunk of the pine.
Watching her.
She lifted the camera to her face and swung it in all directions, diligently keeping it away from him. The morning mist curled playfully around her boots as she did whatever the fuck she was doing. He had never taken a picture in his life, had no clue what she was looking for through the lens. Whatever it was, she seemed to find it when she moved to the other side of the grass, to the trees near the cabin there, and hunkered down, going incredibly still.
Rath tried to do the same, but his right leg twitched and he tapped his fingers on his knee as he watched her.
Couldn’t keep his damned eyes off her.
She stayed perfectly still for close to an hour, and then stood and lowered the camera to her hip. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, pushing her breasts outwards, pulling her thick jacket tight across them.
His cougar side growled at the vision of her, growing restless as he studied her, and he tapped his knee harder. When she turned his way, lowering her arms, he averted his gaze, locking it on the river. The sun was rising higher, clearing the mist now. He basked in it, letting the warmth wash over him and soak into his dark clothing, and distract him from her as it roused his love of lazing in the sunshine.
It wouldn’t be long before summer rolled in.
Gods, the thought of long days spent stretched out in the sunshine had him aching for it to roll around quicker.
He wouldn’t say no to skipping spring, didn’t need the damned headache of a gathering wrecking his year.
“It’s beautiful here.” Ivy’s soft voice coming from close to him had him whipping his head towards her. She smiled down at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She hadn’t. Much.
It had been instinct, but he wasn’t sure whether it had stemmed from a desire to protect the secrets of his home and his kin, or a desire to protect her.
Her careless talk of heading up river into the valley had provoked a fierce reaction from his cougar side, had made him instantly restless, stoked by an urge to force her to stay within the boundaries of his territory.
Where she would be safe.
He shoved away from the railing around his deck before he could even consider thinking about the reason why he wanted to protect her, snagged his mug and tossed the cold coffee onto the grass, and then strode into his cabin. He poured another mug, lifted it to his lips and drank it while looking at the river. It was only a few hours. He could work on the cabin by the river after she was gone.
His eyes dropped to her, and he watched her as she fiddled with the camera she had protected as if it was her damned baby rather than a piece of soulless machinery.
Maybe not soulless.
Her photographs had been good, and the ones on her website had been impressive too. She had talent.
He swigged his coffee, savouring the warmth of it and the buzz as the caffeine instantly hit him. Fuck, he had needed that.
She moved again, rubbing her wrist this time, and he looked away when she pulled the sleeve of her beige jacket back to reveal a dark mark on her arm, something twisting in his chest at the sight of it.
He hadn’t meant to be a dick. It just came with the territory. It was his job to keep Cougar Creek secret from the world, protected. She hadn’t been the first human to wander into the creek, but she was the first he was going to let leave.
The other humans that had all strayed onto his land had been hunting, and some of them had been taking photographs.
He and his kin had realised it was better to kill any suspicious humans after they had allowed one to leave and they had turned out to be a scouting party for a mortal hunter organisation bent on eradicating non-humans.
Archangel.
The bastards had paid for their attempt to murder his entire pride, but they had forced them to move the entire community to a new location, one he intended to keep safe.
Ivy pushed onto her feet, snagging his focus again as she slipped her arm through the strap of her camera, so it sat across her chest and the camera hung at her right hip, and smoothed rogue strands of her rich brown hair back into her ponytail. She brushed her dark brown trekking trousers down, frowning as she spotted the mud all around her ankles, and stooped, giving him a hell of a view of her round backside as she tucked her trousers into the tops of her walking boots.
Rath dragged his eyes away from her and growled at himself.
He stomped out onto the deck as his mood soured for some godsdamned reason and didn’t look at her as he hit the grass and growled, “Keep up.”
“Manners much?” she muttered, his sensitive hearing easily picking up her soft voice.
He glared at the grass, a need to turn and tell her that he had manners pounding through him, but she would only ask where they were, and he didn’t have an answer for that question. He wasn’t sure where they had gone.
They had disappeared the moment he had set eyes on her by the river, the second she had lowered her camera and her eyes had met his, and something had happened. He just wasn’t sure what that something was. It had him tied in knots, snapping at her when he felt guilty about it a split-second later, unsure what the fuck was wrong with him.
He led her to the river, positioned himself on a log beneath a tree on the right side of the grassy area, and leaned back against the broad trunk of the pine.
Watching her.
She lifted the camera to her face and swung it in all directions, diligently keeping it away from him. The morning mist curled playfully around her boots as she did whatever the fuck she was doing. He had never taken a picture in his life, had no clue what she was looking for through the lens. Whatever it was, she seemed to find it when she moved to the other side of the grass, to the trees near the cabin there, and hunkered down, going incredibly still.
Rath tried to do the same, but his right leg twitched and he tapped his fingers on his knee as he watched her.
Couldn’t keep his damned eyes off her.
She stayed perfectly still for close to an hour, and then stood and lowered the camera to her hip. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, pushing her breasts outwards, pulling her thick jacket tight across them.
His cougar side growled at the vision of her, growing restless as he studied her, and he tapped his knee harder. When she turned his way, lowering her arms, he averted his gaze, locking it on the river. The sun was rising higher, clearing the mist now. He basked in it, letting the warmth wash over him and soak into his dark clothing, and distract him from her as it roused his love of lazing in the sunshine.
It wouldn’t be long before summer rolled in.
Gods, the thought of long days spent stretched out in the sunshine had him aching for it to roll around quicker.
He wouldn’t say no to skipping spring, didn’t need the damned headache of a gathering wrecking his year.
“It’s beautiful here.” Ivy’s soft voice coming from close to him had him whipping his head towards her. She smiled down at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She hadn’t. Much.
💕 August 18 💕
💕 August 18 💕
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In the wake of an Archangel attack on Cougar Creek, Storm is seething with a need for revenge against the hunter organisation and the key to it might be the petite blonde mortal he’s locked in his cabin, one he’s determined to make sing for him. Only the beauty has a fiery temperament to match his own, and the more time he spends with her, the more she stokes a fire inside him. One that fills him with a startling and undeniable need to make her sing in another way—in his arms.
Gabriella isn’t going to take her captivity lying down. She’s going to give the pig-headed brute holding her against her will hell until he finally believes she’s innocent. He might be a cougar shifter, but she isn’t afraid of him. Or at least she isn’t afraid of what he is. The way he affects her, the flames that lick through her whenever they’re close, terrifies her though, because the longer she’s around the towering sexy-as-sin shifter, the hotter that fire blazes, and it’s only a matter of time before it burns away all her restraint. With the mating heat and the attack bringing cougars back to the creek, Gabriella is a complication Storm doesn’t need, but she’s one that he wants… because she might just be his one true mate.  |
💕 September 8 💕
💕 September 8 💕
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Madness is sweeping through Cougar Creek, and Flint wants no part of it. The fever has two of his brothers in love already, and Flint is damned if he’s giving up the bachelor life to tie himself to one female, but when a perimeter sweep has him running into an exotic and enthralling beauty who rouses his instincts as a cougar shifter and a male, the hunt is on.
All Yasmin is interested in is making sure her friend, Ivy, is safe, but the alluring black-haired man with a wicked smile she meets on the path to the creek has her thinking about other things. When an incident at Cougar Creek leads to her revealing a secret, and Flint’s persistence pushes her to a rash decision, her entire world is in danger of being turned upside down. With the gathering in full swing, and males determined to prove their worth to Yasmin, Flint discovers he’s not immune to the madness sweeping through the creek, because he’ll do whatever it takes to claim victory and win Yasmin’s heart… no matter how dangerous it is. |
💕 September 29 💕
💕 September 29 💕
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For the last twenty years, Cobalt has burned with a need of one female, a beautiful raven-haired cougar who captured his heart the moment he set eyes on her. His position as pride protector has been a blessing at past mating gatherings, keeping females away, but this time it feels like the worst of curses, because the female who has bewitched him so thoroughly is taking part for the first time and all he can do is watch as males battle for her.
As much as she hates the way her mother controls everything in her life, Ember is thankful for it as she constantly turns away suitors, unaware of the pain she’s sparing Ember from with every male she rejects. Every male who isn’t the gorgeous blond with darkness in his eyes and an easy smile she burns for with an intensity that scares her, awakens feelings in her that have her verging on doing something reckless. Damaged goods he might be, dangerous and unpredictable, but with every contest over her that pulls her closer to her doom, she grows more determined to follow her heart, no matter the consequences. With every fight over the right to Ember, the tethers on Cobalt’s feelings twist and threaten to snap, a torment he cannot bear and one that has him willing to risk it all, because a single kiss would make even the harshest punishment worth it. He would die for one moment with her… his fated mate. |
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 want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
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 want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
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