After waiting to meet the man, or men, destined to be hers, Carmen Satriano, tired of waiting for her dream of a home and family to come true, focuses her energies on a new dream—a life she can live on her terms. Tired of living in her uncles’ huge penthouse alone, she accepts a position as a small town music teacher. After coming to terms with the fact that she will always be alone, she meets Malik and Gable, the two men fate finally throws at her feet as her mates. Will the men have to worry whether or not she’s willing to give up her new, hard-won freedom? Still…what lonely female can refuse two hot men with enough tenderness and testosterone to steal even the most resistant woman’s breath away?
Bounty hunters Malik Zorin and Gable Azarov aren’t looking for a new target. In fact, they’re ready to retire and go home to the Cascade. After dropping off their latest contract capture, they spot a woman neither of them can resist…and the chase is on—literally. They know they can catch her. After all, finding those who want to disappear is what they do for a living. The only real question is whether they can convince her to accept them as her mates.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The young woman glared up at him as she tried to pull from his grip. “Let me go, or the poor thing will drown.”
“Huh?” He wasn’t sure, but he thought every brain cell he had stopped firing when he took in a deep breath and drew in a scent so delicious, so tantalizing, that the woman before him could be no other than their mate.
His tiger growled and his tail twitched, making his leg itch where he’d stuffed the extra appendage down his pants. He wasn’t like Gable whose toes on his right foot were that of a tiger and easily covered by a pair of extra wide shoes. Malik’s deformity was having his tail permanently visible due to an injury to his tailbone.
Like most shifters from the cascade, he and Gable had wounds that hadn’t quite healed, and shifters like them were the lucky ones. Some of their kind would forever be stuck in tiger form, and likely never find mates.
“I said, Let. Me. Go.” She yanked on her arm again and stumbled into Gable who had gone around her and rescued the little kitten that had latched on to him and crawled onto the top of his head in a likely attempt to get as far away from the water as possible.
“Good, you’ve got it. Now,” she said as she smoothed down her suit jacket and began wading back to shore. “If you’ll excuse me, I have places to go and people to see.” Her voice caught on a sob and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong, and even if there were something, it would be none of your business.”
Malik felt helpless standing there watching his mate walk out of his life. That is, until she reached up and rubbed her stomach.
“You can’t get sick just wading in lake water, can you?” She shook her head. “Of course not. It’s probably that convenience store cheeseburger I ate last night. Or…” The color drained from her face as she reached the shoreline and glanced back. “Did you…did you guys drug me?”
When she reached the shore, she made her way over to the wrought iron bench where she’d dropped her things. Grabbing her purse and her car keys, she ran across the grassy bank toward her car, sobbing.
“Damn it! She’s running. We have to catch her, because if you think what you’ve been feeling since Philly was bad, wait until you feel what’s coming now that you’ve gotten close enough to touch her.”