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Tigress
Fated
Mates Book 1
by
Lilli Carlisle
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Caged
her whole life, Raz escapes only to find herself caught in a tender
trap created by the Alpha and Beta of the North Woods pack.
A
TRIAD FAMILY
If
only Raz had kept running, she wouldn't have wound up on wolf pack
lands putting herself in double danger. A three-hundred pound Bengal
tiger shifter, Raz had been caged for as long as she can remember;
tortured, beaten and used for sport. Finally, she's escaped, but the
hunters are hot on her heels, and she's racing against time. When she
heard the wolf pups' cries, Raz couldn't help herself; she went to
their rescue even knowing that her trespass could mean her life. Now
she's wedged between the Alpha and Beta of the North Woods pack, and
they're insisting she's their True Mate.
The
desperate cries of wolf pups echoed through the forest around
Raz—terrified shifter wolf pups.
Raz scented she was on pack land, but she had no choice, she had to
get away from the men
hunting her. Sure, she may be a three-hundred pound Bengal tiger
shifter, but they had guns. Claws
helped up close, but on way too many occasions she’d seen that
bullets always won. It
seemed she had run from her hell right into someone else’s, if the
sounds of those cries were
any indication. Razelle had hoped to be well out of the wolf
shifters’ territory long before she
was scented. She didn’t have permission to be on their lands, and
death was typically the result
of such a trespass—or so it had been explained to her. Great,
just friggin’ wonderful. Not only will I be strung up, I might be
left for the hunters to find and skin. The
pups’ cries grew louder, and she knew she had to answer their calls
for help—hell, they were
only pups. Razelle’s conscience always got her into trouble. After
all, wasn’t that why those
damn hunters were tracking her even now? She was never going back
into a cage; she would
sooner die. Changing direction easily as her four-inch claws dug into
the damp forest floor,
she sensed the pups were over the next ridge. Using
her large padded feet, silently she stalked up to the edge of the
small ridge overlooking a
ravine, and when she peered over, her breath froze in her lungs. Two
wolf shifter pups were cornered
against a wall of jagged rocks by four hyena shifters who were
nipping at the pups. Razelle
could scent and see traces of blood on the pups’ fur. Bastards. Anger
like nothing she had ever experienced raced through her, and that was
saying a lot considering
she had spent most of her life in a cage, tortured and abused at the
hands of her captors.
How dare those mangy hyenas attack defenseless pups? Before she had a
chance to think it
through, Razelle raced down the slope toward the hyenas. She let out
a mighty roar and dove at the
closest attacker, ripping her claws across the hyena’s side and
onto its chest, easily sending him
flying away from the pups. The other three hyenas quickly backed away
as she placed her mighty
body in front of the pups.
Raz
let out another angry roar that echoed through the forest before she
slowly backed up, ushering
the two pups closer together, making it easier for her to protect
them. She scanned the area
for an escape route, but she could only carry one pup in her mouth,
and she wasn’t about to leave
one behind, so she was going to have to fight her way out of this
one. Though she despised fighting,
it didn’t mean she couldn’t, and she always had plan B, the
escape plan. But by the look of
pure hatred coming off the hyena shifters, plan B was so not
happening. How
could someone hate pups this much? Slowly,
the hyenas formed a semicircle around her and the pups, blocking them
against the rock
face. As drool dripped from their open, fang-filled mouths, they
started in with that maniacal
laughing bark of theirs, which never failed to make her skin crawl. Not
just assholes, but creepy assholes. Having
all that pent-up anger and rage from being trapped in a cage for so
many years was certainly
going to come in handy right about now. Normally, wild hyenas would
have gotten the point
that taking on a pissed-off tigress was not in their best interests,
but these were shifters, and by
the looks of them, not the sharpest crayons in the box. The
largest of the four hung back slightly, and it was easy to figure out
that he was the leader of
this gang, and he was more than willing to let his minions take the
pain that Raz was about to dish
out. The
one she had already attacked didn’t look stable on his feet, but he
continued to inch forward.
Razelle huffed. Idiot didn’t get enough of his ass handed to him
the first time around. He
lunged forward, snapping his jaws at her throat, but she easily
dodged him, bringing her massive
paw up and backhanding him. Or would that be back-pawing him? She
laughed internally
at another one of her lame jokes. Hell, she thought she was funny
even if no one else did. That
hyena now lay sprawled out on the ground like he had been hit by a
truck. Another snicker
escaped but came out as a sneeze in her cat form. Either way, the
other hyenas didn’t find it
as funny as she did. In sync, the two remaining minions charged. She
pushed the pups into a slight
indentation in the rocks as cover, then Raz brought herself up to her
full height and put her body
directly in front of them. The hyenas would not get to the pups. One
hyena attacked her flank while the other tried to use the distraction
to reach their prey. What
was it with these pups that these hyenas wanted them so badly, and
where the hell was the damn
wolf pack to protect them? Raz swiped her claws across the jaw of the
hyena who was trying
to get to the little ones, but unfortunately that left her flank open
to the other hyena. Pain
shot
through her side as its claws ripped through her heavy fur and dug
into her flesh. That one was
going to leave a mark. Damn. Quickly,
she adjusted her position, ever conscious of staying directly in
front of the pups, and wrapped
her canines around the other hyena’s front leg, tearing through
muscle and bone until she
heard a satisfying crunch. The three minions were starting to look a
little frightened, and Razelle
thought it was about damn time they came to their senses. Besides,
her flank really hurt, and
she could feel wetness coating her fur. She assumed it was blood.
Realizing the hyena might
have
gotten in a really good shot, she chanced a look down and wished she
hadn’t. A five-inch gash
was now seeping blood from her side. Raz
knew she had to end this fight soon or she wouldn’t have the
strength to protect the pups, who
were now cowering behind her for protection. That damn hyena laugh
brought her attention back
to the four assholes—well, really only two now, since the other two
couldn’t move any longer,
which gave her a sense of satisfaction. Any sane shifter would suck
it up, back off, and lick
his wounds, but by the look in the leader’s eyes, sanity had left
the forest long ago. The
last two hyenas began to inch forward, snapping their jaws, sending
blood and spit flying everywhere.
A shiver of disgust ran up Raz’s spine, and the realization she was
likely going to have
to fight to the death to save these pups seemed definite. Knowing
she couldn’t fight fully and keep the pups behind her and safe, she
decided she had to
kill the hyenas before she went down; that would be the only way to
save the terrified pups. Well,
what a fine mess, missy. You get your ass free of the cages to die
within twenty-four hours
of gaining your freedom. Shit. With
that thought, she opened her stance and crouched low, readying
herself for their next attack
when a terrifying howl ripped through the air. It should have chilled
her to the bone, but surprisingly,
a different kind of chill rushed through her body and settled in all
the right places. Shaking
her head to clear her inappropriate thoughts, Raz realized the pack
was on the way to save
their pups, and she had to hold out long enough for them to get
there. Lifting her head, she roared
in answer to the howl to give them a direction to track faster,
because God knew, she needed
help.
Huntress
Fated
Mates Book 2
LOVE
& MAGIC...
There’s
a war coming in the shifter world, a tear in the veil that separates
good and evil, and the reincarnation of ancient goddesses heralds the
preparations for the battles ahead. Rose, a wolf shifter, whose birth
pack nearly killed her, has found contentment as a member of a loving
pack, and that has been enough. When she meets the Alpha and Beta of
a neighboring bear clan and learns these men are her fated mates, her
life changes in ways she never could have dreamed.
CAN
SAVE THE WORLD
Brothers
Mason and Riker Porda became the Alpha and Beta of their clan when
their parents were slaughtered, and their lives have been a struggle
ever since. While bolstering the health and safety of their clan is
their life’s work, their hearts are sad and empty...until Rose.
Their mate is everything they thought they’d never have, and when
the threat of collector demons returning to earth invades the shifter
world, the brothers learn Rose is so much more than their mate, she’s
the reincarnation of the Goddess Thorne, the Huntress.
Now,
how the hell am I going to get myself out of this? Rose silently
grumbled as she listened to two
bears trying to bring down the walls with their snoring. Mason and
Riker, the alpha and beta of
the neighboring bear clan, were fast asleep on air mattresses that
had been dragged into her recovery
room. She was surprised the mattresses hadn’t exploded by now. She
wasn’t sure how long she’d been unconscious, but it was dark
outside and the pack house
was silent. She felt every one of the stitches that crisscrossed her
body. Those damn hyenas
had made her pay for protecting her alpha matriarch, Raz, and Rose
knew it was going to take
some serious time for her to heal. Funny, she’d come to the North
Woods Pack covered in injuries,
and now that she’d met her mates, she’d be leaving in the same
condition. Rose
tried to move her left leg but was barely able to contain the scream
of pain from bursting
through her lips. Right, no moving. She was running out of
options, and Rose really needed
to use the bathroom. Her molars were floating. She’d have to bite
the bullet. “Um…”
Rose mumbled, not knowing what to say.
She’d
never seen two men that large move so fast. It stunned her how
quickly they were at her
bedside. They looked panicked and their eyes turned darker than their
usual amber. Wolf shifters’
eyes turned to amber when their wolves were near the surface, while
bear shifters’ eyes turned
dark brown. Mason
scanned the room and Riker checked her over before pulling her
blanket up to her chin.
“We’re glad you’re awake. We’ve been so worried,” he said
in a rush as he leaned over the bed
blocking the light with his big body. Male
bear shifters tended to be large even in their human form. They were
over seven feet tall
and weighed around two hundred and seventy-five pounds. From what she
could see, it was all
muscle. She was enjoying the view, but her bladder was making its
demand clear. She had to suck
it up, no matter how embarrassing this was. “I
need to go to the bathroom,” Rose mumbled. “I can’t seem to
move.” Mason
and Riker looked at each other, and as she watched their silent
communication, she marveled
at the brothers’ resemblance. Both had sandy blond hair—though
Riker’s reached his shoulders
while Mason’s was cut short—wide-set eyes that were rich amber
when in their human
forms,
strong jaws and delicious full lips. Both men had a patch of golden
chest hair peeking out from
their shirt collars, and both were sculpted like Greek statues. Sure,
she’d seen Mason naked when
he shifted, but she had been bleeding to death at the time and had
been a bit distracted. “I’ll
carry you to the bathroom, but it’s still going to hurt. Maybe we
can get Doc in here to give
you something to ease the pain,” Mason offered.
She
could see the worry in his eyes but she’d waited too long already
and couldn’t take the pressure
any longer. “No time. Gotta go…now,” Rose begged as she began
pushing herself up. The
pain was instantaneous and caused her head to spin, but she wasn’t
going to pee the bed. Mason
moved quickly, reached down and slid his big arms underneath her back
and knees. “Easy
there, hon. I’ve got you.” She
couldn’t help her cry of pain, but being surrounded by her these
bears and their heavenly scent
of forest after a rain helped soothe her. Mason’s scent held
something a little different, a spice
of some sort she couldn’t place. It didn’t matter what it was,
all that was important right now
was it helped her pain subside. Once
she had her breathing under control, Mason continued to move toward
the bathroom while
Riker slipped out the clinic door. Thankfully, she was wearing one of
those hospital robe with
the opening in the back. It saved her from having him pull down her
pants. He set her down to
relieve herself then waited outside the open door with his back to
her. After she’d done her business,
Mason held her so she could wash her hands. Big hands, which could
turn into massive paws
with four-inch razor sharp claws, carefully avoided her injuries with
a bunny-soft touch. He
asked, “Do you need to do anything else in here?” She
ran her tongue over her teeth and thought, yuck, slime. then
grabbed a plastic-wrapped toothbrush,
took it out of its packaging, then squirted toothpaste on it and got
busy. “That
it?” He grinned as she finished rinsing. Well,
since he was holding her up, and she could maneuver the upper part of
her body without
too much pain, she took out a hair brush from its wrapping and began
to tackle her mop. When
she tried to reach the back of her head, the pull made her wince. He
slid the brush from her
hand
and started to smooth the tangles she couldn’t reach, all while
continuing to support her with
the strength of his lower body. As
he placed the brush back on the counter, he rumbled, “Done?” “Feel
like polishing my nails?” she teased. “Mani-pedi?” She
laughed, then grabbed her side. “Yeah,
we’re done.” He
swooped her into his strong arms and carried her to the bed, and had
her tucked in as if she’d
never left. He brought a glass of water to her lips, and she wanted
to tell him she could do that
for herself, but he seemed to need to do it for her. She noticed how
quiet Mason had been. If she
had to guess, worry was making him watchful and subdued. The
door opened and Riker peeked his head inside before pushing it all
the way in for a woman
to enter. She had a variation of Rose’s mates’ scents, which was
weird, but she discovered
why when Riker said, “This is our sister and our clan’s doctor,
Jewel.” “Are
you the one I have to thank for all these stitches?” Rose arched a
brow. Jewel
looked uncertain but answered, “Yes, Alpha Matriarch.” Words Rose
never thought would
be directed at her; at least she had hoped never to hear them. Though
she was an alpha wolf
shifter, she never wanted to lead anyone. Rose
made a point of talking softly when she said, “Thank you for
putting me back together and
saving my life. I owe you a great debt.” “You
owe me nothing. We are family and you are the alpha matriarch of our
clan. It was an honor
to help you.” Jewel came around to the side of the table and began
inspecting Rose’s wounds.
“I have some medication that will help with the pain until your
natural healing ability kicks
in.” “How
long do you think it will take before I’m healed enough to get
around on my own?” I hate
being an invalid, and it’s particularly embarrassing having to be
carried to the toilet. “I’m
sorry, Matriarch, but it will be at least ten to fourteen days before
we can take the stitches
out over your joints. The remainder can come out sooner. I can’t
imagine you being able to
move comfortably until the worst of the stitches can be removed.” Jewel
handed Rose her medication and Mason helped her sit up to take it.
She wasn’t too proud
to admit she needed it, but at least it would be for a short time.
She looked around the recovery
room, and between the machines and all the medical equipment; it was
cold and sterile. She
wasn’t going to heal staying in here. “Can
I return to my room to heal?” “Yes,
of course, Matriarch,” Jewel answered quickly. Before
she could even ask, Riker was collecting her into his arms much the
same as Mason had.
“You direct us, and we’ll take you there.” Clearly,
she wasn’t going to get any alone time for the foreseeable future.
It wasn’t as if she didn’t
feel the pull of Mason and Riker. Rose wouldn’t lie to herself—if
she hadn’t been injured she
might be all over them right now, but the injuries provided more time
to get used to the idea
of
having two mates and becoming a matriarch of her own pack, or clan in
this case. Could they accept
a wolf as a bear matriarch? She was getting too far ahead of herself.
Lilli Carlisle is a paralegal and author who lives in Ontario, Canada. she is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter; the Toronto Romance Writers. More than just an author, Lilli is a dedicated people watcher, lover of romance novels and 80’s rock, who grew up with a love of reading. Lilli is a firm believer in happy endings and that love is meant to be celebrated and shared.
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