Ghost Cats II by Jaycee Clark, Michelle M. Pillow, Mandy M. Roth

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Return to the world of the ghost cats ... immortal lovers of fierce passions and deadly legacies. Revenge II by Jaycee Clark: Reya Lynx has all she's ever wanted. Life seems full of promise, with her husband, her pregnancy and her career. It's been a long time since peace has surrounded her. But peace won't last. Detective Lorenzo Craigen has just about had it with his wife and her procrastination of the inevitable. In one night, he reminds her who she belongs to, always has, and always will. She's his mate, his she-cat. When she finally agrees to claim before The Council she always has been and always will be his mate, he's relieved. Finally, they can have the life he's dreamed of for centuries, before everything went so blasted wrong. Yet from her past, comes the wind demon Nybras. He's always loved his Precious, and he won't let her belong to anyone else?. Carnal Instinct by Michelle M. Pillow: When Fiona's boyfriend breaks up with her, he doesn't just leave, he cleans out her bank account, leaving her no choice but to go crawling back to her rich father. Now in her father's debt, she's practically forced to work at the Jameson Wild Life Rescue and Preserve taking care of animals. Cade is a catshifter content to live out his day in cat form at the preserve. Besides, it's easier for him to be in charge of security if he's always on the grounds. But, when one of his new 'caretakers' can't seem to stop making jokes at his expense, he's determined to show her just how much of a man he can be. Dance of Souls by Mandy M. Roth: Mason Blackwolf had no intention of settling down. His best friend Brayen has strapped himself to a woman for eternity and no part of that appeals tohim. There are so many woman, so little time--if he didn't factor in being immortal and all. When his shaman grandfather, Running Elk, sends him on a wild goose chase, Mason soon finds that whatever his intentions in life were, they've now changed. He didn't plan on falling in love--he didn't plan on Chandra. Rating: Contains graphic language, explicit sexual content, and violence.

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Istanbul; 1806

He looked at her crouched in the corner. Almost broken, but yet there was fire in those dark eyes. Eyes normally as dark as sin, were wide with fear ... no terror. He'd done this. The edges of her eyes were speckled with green and gold. Lovely eyes.

"Precious," he chided. "You know I prefer you ready for me."

He motioned to the bed hung with thick ropes of silk, the canopy bannered in deep sensual colors.

She hissed at him. He kept her here, right here on this edge between her human form and that of shifting into her werecat. A lynx. He found it fascinating. She was so much fun, so enticing.

So his.

He waited, held his hand out as if he had all the patience in the world. "Don't make me ask again."

He watched her eyes widen more, watched as she began to mutter something, something he had never heard before, in that tongue she often used when he'd humiliated her down to the very essence that lived within her. A place neither good or bad, light or dark, simply being.

A brutal, raw and completely arousing place....

He waited, irritation growing in him. He took a deep breath, smelled the jasmine and spices of his incense heavy on the air.

Her chanting continued.

"Precious," he warned.

Then he tried to move, but couldn't.

What? He frowned.

And in that instant he knew.

She shifted, seamlessly into her cat and leapt. Straight at him. Her claws extended, he tried to deflect her, but could do nothing. Claws, sharp as razors raked across his arm, he tried to throw her off.

The damn cat sank her teeth into the muscles just between his neck andshoulder.

He yelled and fell to the floor.

Anger rose in him.

Her jaws tightened, her claws continued to shred. Growls and roars filled the air, yet he still heard her chanting, in that soft husky voice of hers, in his head.

Blood hot and thick ran from him, he could feel the silk of his shirt sticking to his skin, saw the walls waver.

Still the voice chanted in his mind.

He tried to call on his own power.

The teeth sank again and again, claws still shredded.

Then he felt the damned feline move away.

"I'll ... kill.... "He coughed and blood rained back down on his face. The mythical beasts and beings painted on the ceiling seemed to sneer at him. "...kill ... you..." he whispered.

He heard something crash to the floor, smelled the oil from the lamp seconds before he saw flames shoot up the banners and bed hangings.

Bitch.

"You're ... mine...."

She carefully walked to him, now in human form. She kicked him, then quickly jerked the key from the chain on his neck.

"Never."

He smiled up at her even as the world grayed and the flames licked closer....

"Precious.... "He coughed again. "My precious."

He felt her feet on the floor, heard the door slam shut, the lock click into place.

"Precious...."