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Captured by her Cougar (Cougar Creek Mates Shifter Romance Series Book 2)
Felicity Heaton
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.
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Storm.... oh his soft side just makes you want to hug him while the side he shows to others is really hot Alpha. A great combination for this reader. Throughout the book you can feel him ready to explode but not with anger as much as with bottled up feelings. There is one dramatic part to the story where he says "Don't .... just.... don't" and my heart just melted with emotion. This is where I got to see the hidden man.
Gabi was a little harder to figure out. Her tough girl side distracted me from getting to know her at first but as the story progressed I found I really liked her and in fact admired her for all she had survived.
An intense read while keeping the reader fanning themselves at the interactions and anticipation of what would happen between these two main characters. This book deserves 4 STARS.
Gabriella glared at the black log burner
set against the wooden wall of the small cabin, her fingers digging into her
knees beyond the end of her grey pencil skirt, her shoulders rigid beneath her
white blouse. Her lips compressed, jaw tensing as she listened to the
infuriating silence punctuated only by the rapid but steady pounding of her
heart.
He would come back.
He never left her alone for long.
She tilted her head to her left, just enough
that she could see the door of the all-too-rustic house and the woods beyond
the glass. Thoughts of escape pushed her to rise to her feet.
Her very bare feet.
The bastard had taken her shoes from her
the first time she had tried to get away from him.
A sneaky tactic suited to the pig, and one
he had completed with a satisfied twist to his bowed lips and a mocking sparkle
in his grey eyes.
What sort of man resorted to removing her
shoes so if she did manage to break free of her cage, she would be hobbled,
slowed as she tried to pick her way through the dense coniferous forest that
swamped the mountains in all directions?
Easy to capture again.
Gabi huffed, dragged her gaze away from the
outside world, and tried to drag her thoughts away from escape but that was
impossible now. Escape had been firmly on her mind for the past twelve hours,
since she had come back to the world to find herself a captive. She didn’t
remember much about what had come before, only recalled snippets of wandering
around the cabin in a stupor, shell-shocked by what she had witnessed.
She stared at the fire, not seeing the
flames as they devoured the meagre supply of fuel.
She saw that man killing Alexander.
Saw Alexander attacking Ivy.
Kept hearing Alexander’s words as he had
forced her onto the helicopter in Calgary, telling her it was time she
witnessed the truth of this world with her own eyes and saw justice dispensed.
Only when they had arrived in the
godforsaken cluster of cabins in the disgusting wilderness, she hadn’t seen
justice.
She had seen Alexander and two hired
mercenaries wielding weapons of war, armed to the teeth against men who had
been leading what had looked like the picture postcard of a peaceful life
before her half-brother had brought a battle to their doorstep in the name of
revenge.
Men who had transformed into beautiful
golden cougars before her eyes.
The door opened and she jumped, entire body
tensing as her gaze whipped towards it and her heart lodging in her throat.
The man filling the doorway just looked at
her in silence, handsome face devoid of emotion.
But there was a softness in his grey eyes
as he gazed at her, one that was far from the look she had expected him to
level on her after her last pathetic attempt to escape.
One that had ended with him growling at her
and grabbing her, hauling her off her feet as if she weighed nothing and
dumping her on his worn brown leather couch and telling her in a gruff deep
voice not to move.
She hadn’t.
Not because she was afraid of him, but
because she was tired, soul-deep weary and didn’t have the strength to move.
She just wanted to curl up and sleep, to forget where she was and everything
that had happened. She just wanted to go home, back to her family’s mansion in
England, to lounging by the indoor pool sipping cocktails and going clubbing
with her friends.
God, things had to be dire if she wanted to
go out with those vapid excuses for people.
Alexander was gone now. She had no reason
to play her part anymore, to smile and please his friends and their friends,
keeping them sweet so their investments kept his business afloat.
He was gone.
That still hadn’t sunk in.
She stared at the brute as he ran a hand
over his spiked sandy hair, combing it back. A few scars peeked out from the
sleeves of his tight black t-shirt, red and raw, and she had a flash of him
fighting, launching as a cougar to land on Alexander’s back and bring him down.
To protect Ivy.
And his brother.
Bile rose up her throat as she saw that
dark-haired man on top of Alexander, punching him. There had been so much
blood. On Alexander. On him.
The man stepped into the cabin and closed
the door, dragging her back to him. She studied him as he moved into the small
kitchen area to the left of the door, using him to distract her from memories
as he poured himself a glass of water, turned and planted his ass against the
wooden counter.
Stared right back at her.
“How is the other man?” she whispered,
needing to break the silence because it was pressing down on her, felt heavy on
her shoulders and as if it might crush her.
His lips twisted in a sneer. “What do you
care? Or do you want to know my brother is dead? Like yours.”
She scowled at him for that.
She had never been close to Alexander, but
he was her brother.
Had been her brother.
Her eyes burned, but she didn’t have any
tears left for him, felt dried up inside, a little hollow and numb, and now
that the shock was wearing off, she felt something else too. She felt…
relieved.
Was that wrong of her?
Alexander hadn’t been the easiest man to
live with, had resented her from the moment she had been born, as if he had
blamed her for the fact his mother had remarried after losing his father. He
had always made it painfully clear that her life of luxury came from his
father’s money too, had made snide remarks about how her father was weak and
pathetic, unworthy to bear the name of his family.
A name his mother had insisted on keeping
when she had remarried.
Lord.
It suited Alexander, because he acted just
like one, all entitled and pompous.
Had suited Alexander.
Maybe it suited her too, because hadn’t she
acted the same way? Didn’t she love her life of luxury and leisure?
“How is Ivy?” She wouldn’t let him get away
with refusing to answer that question. “I want to know how Ivy is. She was
hurt.”
The bastard just regarded her with cold
grey eyes, making it clear she wasn’t going to get anything out of him.
Gabi shot to her feet. “I have a right to
know. Ivy is my friend. I was the one who arranged for her funding. I’ve known
her longer than you and I want to know how she is! Is she a captive here too?
Is that what you all do? You capture women and… and…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
The man’s face darkened, as if he didn’t
like the accusation she was hurling at him either, and then calmly set the
glass down and pushed away from the kitchen counter. He rounded the brown
leather couch, advancing on her, long black jeans-clad legs devouring the short
distance.
She stood her ground on trembling legs, her
heart hammering against her ribs.
He stopped close to her, towering over her.
She barely reached his broad shoulders, had to tip her head back to keep
glaring at him. His eyes shifted, growing more golden as he stared down at her.
“I have a right to know.” Those words came
out unsteady, trembled on her lips as she faltered, fear getting the better of
her. More powerful men than this one had tried to intimidate her and had
failed. She wasn’t going to let him win. She wasn’t going to be cowed by some
country brute, no matter how much stronger he was than her. She clenched her
fists and narrowed her eyes on him. “Tell me how Ivy is.”
He responded by seizing her right upper arm
in a bruising grip and she leaned back, grimacing as she tried to wriggle free
of his iron grasp. When he shoved past her and tugged her with him, her eyes
widened and she shook her head.
He was taking her towards the bedroom.
His voice was a low growl as he uttered,
“You gave up all your rights when you invaded our territory.”
Gabi shook her head faster and frantically
clawed at his hand, leaving red marks on his golden skin as she desperately
tried to prise his fingers off her. Her heart went wild, thundering as fear
pounded through her veins.
“Please,” she whispered, her eyebrows
furrowing as she looked at the back of his head and leaned away from him,
trying to use her slender weight to slow him down.
He yanked her forwards and shoved her into
the bedroom.
Her knees hit the bed and she fell onto it,
gasped as she twisted to face him, her fear rising to swamp her and leave her
quaking as cold sweat slid down her spine.
Darkness descended as the door slammed.
His gruff voice echoed through it. “You’re
not to leave that room. If I see you outside it, there’ll be consequences you
won’t like.”
Her eyes went wider. She had thought he had
been about to deliver consequences she wouldn’t like, and God, it was a relief
that he hadn’t. She sank against the soft bed, her breath leaving her on a long
tight sigh as all her fear drained from her, leaving her shaking and weak,
feeling sick to her stomach.
He moved around the other room, muttering,
“Fucking humans… like I’d want one again.”
She frowned at that and pushed up onto her
elbows, using his words as a distraction she badly needed as she got her
shaking under control. So, he had desired humans in the past? What had happened
to make him hate her kind so much?
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Book 1: Claimed by her Cougar – Available in Kindle Unlimited! My Review Amazon
Book 2: Captured by her Cougar – Available in Kindle Unlimited! My Review Amazon
Book 3: Courted by her Cougar (coming 8th September 2018)
Book 4: Craved by her Cougar (coming 29th September 2018)
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.
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