Tiger Trap
Finders Keepers #1
by Susan Hayes
an Erotica Paranormal shifter Romance
from Evernight Publishing
I love shifter books.
I read them. I write them. I can happily lose myself in a
shifter romance for hours (or possibly days.)
They are superhuman predators who are in touch with their animal side.
Who doesn’t want a lover with muscles, a hint of alpha male (or a hell of a lot
of it) and a primal sex drive that just doesn’t quit?
With shifters, there’s no doubting when you’ve met “the
one.” It’s hard and fast and undeniable, a chemistry that won’t be denied.
Tiger Trap is the first of the Finders Keepers series,
telling the stories of men and women who live on the edge of society. The work
in the grey zone where the rules of men blur and blend with the laws of
survival.
The first law of their world: protect their secrets at all
costs. The second law is even simpler. What they find, they keep, especially
when it comes to their mates.
Blurb
Tessa Banks is a cat burglar, in more than once sense of the word. A leopard shifter with a talent for taking what doesn’t belong to her, she braves the wintery cold of a
Yummy Excerpt:
Of all the times to find his
mate, it had to be now? Doyle raised his muzzle to the falling snow and snarled
in frustration. Somewhere in that house was his mate, and the Monet he’d been
sent to retrieve. For the first time in his career, Doyle was going off target.
Nothing would stop him from finding his mate. Nothing, and no one.
He wanted to charge in, to seek
her out and claim her. His mate’s scent was rich, tantalizing enough to cloud
his human mind and allow his tiger to dominate. It was only by sheer will that
he reined the beast in, reminding it that there were still security measures in
place. He had to speak to the wolves, get them to deactivate the barriers so he
could find his mate.
He shifted to human and the
bitter chill helped him focus. Made him more human, but even then Doyle could
feel the beast pacing just beneath the surface of his mind. In this form his
sense of smell was lessened, but he could still taste her perfume lingering on
the air. His cock surged to life despite the cold, hard enough he could have
battered the door with it. Not that he needed to. Someone had left the
goddamned door open. Doyle tore open the pack, the biting cold numbing his
fingers and slowing him down as he fumbled for the Bluetooth style earpiece. He
got it into his ear at last and flicked it on with a shaking hand.
“I’m here. Deactivate everything,
right fucking now!” he snarled, the tiger coming through in every word he
uttered. His mate’s scent was everywhere. He needed to find her. Fuck her.
Claim her for his own.
“Calm down, dude. We’re on it,”
one of them replied, he couldn’t tell which one.
“You don’t understand. My mate.
She’s here. Now. I have to find her.” Doyle was hauling clothing out of the
pack as he spoke, dressing as quickly as he could in the black jogging pants
and T-shirt that he found inside.
“Holy fuck. Did you say your mate is there?”
“Did I stutter, pup? She’s here.
Now get me the fuck inside.”
“Uh, yeah. About that. Someone’s
already deactivated the sensors from the main panel.”
Fuck. So either his mate was
another thief, or she was involved with the owner. After more than a hundred
years, the gods had picked a hell of a day to go screwing with not only his sex
life, but his career. He stamped his feet into the cheap shoes he’d found at
the bottom of the bag and sprinted into the house. His mate’s scent was
stronger here, saturating the air and showing him the way.
Doyle took the stairs two at a
time, then three, ignoring the twins’ questions as he tore through the ornately
decorated house. He hit the landing at the top of the stairs and followed the
alluring fragrance of his woman down the long corridor, fighting to keep his
tiger in check with every step he took. He wanted to know her name and her
taste. What she would sound like when she laughed? When she cried out his name
in pleasure? He wanted to know everything about the woman he’d never expected
to find. Above all else, though, he wanted to feel her body beneath his as he
took her and claimed her for his own.
Barely slowing, he passed the
doorway to what his intel indicated would be the main display area for
Christophe Heinz’s collection of stolen goods. Normally, Doyle would have
paused to reflect on the beauty all around him, but not this time. This time he
only had eyes for the captivating creature who was staring at him from the far
side of the room.
Fucking hell, she was gorgeous.
Petite and curvy, with a tumbling mane of golden blonde hair that framed her
face and set off the startling green of her eyes. Eyes that were currently wide
with shock.
Mate.
The word bounced around the
inside of his skull as lust seared his veins. He snarled, baring his fangs. She
curled her lip in answer, her eyes widening as her nostrils flared and
understanding dawned in those beautiful eyes. “No!”
Well, that wasn’t a word Doyle
heard very often.
His beautiful mate hurriedly
crammed something into a bag and set it down by her feet. A quick scan of the
walls showed him exactly what was in the bag, one of a series of paintings of
water lilies. His mate was a thief, and she was stealing the same damned thing
he was here to retrieve.
As far as he was concerned, there
was only one possible explanation for this state of affairs. Fate was a fickle
bitch with a wicked sense of humor.
“My name is Doyle Frost, and I
believe you have two things that belong to me, love.” His brogue was back,
proof that his control was slipping, badly.
“And what might that be?” she
asked, her voice somehow managing to be both sensual and full of challenge at
the same time.
“Well, for one thing, that’s my
client’s painting you have in your bag. I’ll be having it back, if you don’t
mind.”
Her eyes darkened and she shook
her head in denial. “It’s mine. You can’t have it. Not the painting, and not
anything else you might be thinking to claim.”
“Is that so?” he challenged and
prowled across the room, doing his best to ignore the steel rod that had
replaced his cock and the demanding roar of his tiger who wanted nothing but to
take what was his.
She held her ground until he was
only two feet in front of her, but then her gaze lowered to his very obvious
erection and she took a step back. “No.”
“You keep saying that word as if
it’s going to change anything, my beauty. It won’t.” He lunged for her,
grabbing her and hauling her roughly into his arms. He couldn’t wait any
longer.
“You’re mine.”
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Bio:
Susan Hayes lives on the Canadian west coast.
You can find Susan
around the web:
Author’s Blog: http://www.susanhayes.ca
twitter: https://twitter.com/capricia13
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