"The long-awaited story of Jag is sexy, brooding, action-packed and thrilling."
Reviewed by Mandy Burns
Posted September 6, 2010
Anger and resentment fuel Jag, one of the Feral Warriors,
to the point where all of his brothers in arms are
extremely wary of him. Jag enjoys taunting the other
warriors by rude comments to the women just to ignite a
fight. Having Therian Warriors in their home to help with
the 3 loose Daemons is no exception, especially with the
sexy red-headed warrior, Olivia. Jag makes his intentions
perfectly clear regarding Olivia to the others but her
ability to give as good as she gets is intriguing and
confusing. The mission a head of them allows Jag to force
Olivia to team with him for the hunt of daemons thinking
she will follow his lead and instruction, apparently she
has other ideas because she consistently wonders off
putting herself in danger.
In all of Olivia's 300 plus years she has never encountered
such an arrogant and destructive man/beast such as the
Feral Warrior, Jag. His rude blatant comments anger her
like no other but just his presence heats a fire within her
that Olivia will do her best to ignore. Olivia is unable
to allow anyone close enough to her heart for they may find
out her well guarded secret. Olivia is as good as dead if
anyone, especially the feral warriors, realize she is
daemon-kissed and has been for 300 years. Olivia feeds
from the energy of others which can kill them but she does
it without detection. At least until Jag begins to notice
making her want to flee but Jag has other plans for her
making it impossible to do anything but join the Feral
Warriors in the race to save the world.
RAPTURE UNTAMED, the long-awaited story of Jag, is sexy,
brooding, action-packed and thrilling to the very last
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Jag finally meets his match in Olivia, a tough, attractive
Therian Guard. Olivia is drawn to the surly and powerful
warrior against her
will, for Jag is the last male on Earth she could ever
trust with her dark
secrets. Or her heart.
They are called Feral Warriorsâ€”an elite band of immortals
who can change shape at will. Sworn to rid the world of
evil, consumed by sorcery and seduction, their wild natures
are primed for release . . .
The most combativeâ€”and tormentedâ€”of all the Ferals, Jag
is a predator who hunts aloneâ€”until daemons terrorize the
human population. To stop them, he partners with Olivia, a
flame-haired Therian temptress as strong as she is
beautiful. But Olivia is no ordinary immortal. The survivor
of a vicious supernatural attack, she possesses a deadly and
forbidden skillâ€”one that must remain hidden, especially from
the powerful Feral Warriors.
As Jag and Olivia's sensual dance of dominance and
seduction gets wilder and hotter, a dark force sets its
sights on Olivia, threatening to destroy everything she has
vowed to protect. And the only one who can save her soul is
the arrogant jaguar shifter she lusts for but dares not love.
ExcerptSneak Peek from Chapter 17
Olivia whirled on him so fast Jag took a fist to the nose
before he realized what she had in mind.
He laughed, but the sound was ugly. Anger ate him alive, a
mass of emotion he only knew two ways to get rid of â€“ a
good old fashioned fight. Or sex.
He had a feeling he was about to get both.
Snagging Olivia around the waist, he lifted her up and
tossed her on the bed, then yanked off his shirt, intending
to follow her down, but her eyes flashed with fury and he
could see sheâ€™d had enough of being his slave. The storm
inside her contained not an ounce of fear. No, if he had to
guess, she was transferring grief. For another man. Which
pissed the hell out of him.
â€śHe wasnâ€™t good enough for you.â€ť He dove on top of her,
careful to brace himself with his arms.
She slammed her knee between his thighs, but he clamped
them together, barely keeping her from unmanning him,
trapping her leg between his.
â€śHe was a hell of a lot better man than youâ€™ll ever be.â€ť
A fist clenched inside him, driving his anger. â€śHe was a
pansy-assed wuss who let you walk all over him.â€ť
With a furious growl, she head-butted him, catching him in
the damn nose again. He reared back and she slipped out
from under him and launched herself at him, stronger than
any female had a right to be, especially one who barely
reached his shoulder.
His male instincts told him to be careful with her. His
breaking ribs told him she could handle whatever he dished
He tackled her down. â€śDid you have feelings for him?â€ť
She punched him in the jaw. â€śOf course I had feelings for
him! Iâ€™d known him for more than three hundred years. You
wouldnâ€™t know feelings if they bit you in the ass!â€ť
They fought, her throwing punches, him blocking most of
them. The bed creaked and swayed beneath them.
â€śDid you love him?â€ť
â€śYou know the answer to that. As a friend, yes, but you
know I didnâ€™t return the feelings he had for me.â€ť Her elbow
slammed into his solar plexis. â€śBut so help me, if you
think I shouldnâ€™t careâ€¦â€ť Her heel drove hard into his
knee. â€śIf you think I can just forget the sight of that
monsterâ€¦â€ť Her voice cracked. â€śSo help me, Jag, Iâ€™m going to
beat your cold ass to hell and back.â€ť
The bed collapsed beneath them with a crash. He rolled onto
his feet, but Olivia followed, spinning and slamming her
heel into his knee again, splintering his kneecap. With a
roar, he collapsed onto his other knee just as the door
burst open wide.
Tighe and Wulfe pushed inside, then halted in the doorway,
staring at the wreckage of the bed, him on his knees, blood
running down his face and his fire demon of a partner
standing over him about to drive her elbow into his skull.
Jag grinned. Goddess but he loved a strong woman. He wiped
the blood from his mouth and gave Tighe a jaunty salute.
Olivia whirled on the pair in the doorway, her eyes blazing
with unholy fire. â€śUnless you want to join the fight, get
the hell out of here.â€ť
Tighe lifted his hands in quick surrender. â€śIâ€™m gone.â€ť
Wulfe, the bastard, grinned. â€śDonâ€™t kill him.â€ť
The respite had given his knee a chance to heal. As Wulfe
pulled the door closed behind him, Jag shot to his feet,
ready for another round. He loved a good fight and this one
had gotten his blood pumping, and at the same time given
him an outlet for the awful tension that had been riding
him ever since that goat fuck of a battle.
But Oliviaâ€™s eyes showed no such relief. Deep in those gray
depths, he could see her shattering. His heart clenched in
his chest as he understood. She fought the grief and her
own emotions more than she fought him. And while heâ€™d
gladly let her beat the crap out of him if it helped her,
he could see it wasnâ€™t helping at all.
The emotion needed another way out. The sheen in her eyes
told him that.
She launched herself at him again, but even as she did,
tears began to run down her cheeks, seeming to make her
madder. He let her get in a couple of good punches, then he
grabbed her in a bear hug and pressed her face against his
chest as she struggled.
â€śLet it out, Liv,â€ť he said quietly. â€śYouâ€™re not going to
get rid of it until you give in. Just let it out.â€ť
She fought him a moment more, her fists pummeling his
shoulders until the storm overtook her. Sobs wracked her
small body, her fists opening, her fingers clinging to him
as grief swept her away.
He felt a deep and sudden need to comfort her and didnâ€™t
have a clue how to do it. Heâ€™d always been great at causing
anger. Soothing raging emotions was beyond him. He patted
her back awkwardly.
She buried her face tighter against him, clinging to him
harder, as if his attempts werenâ€™t that awkward at all.
He lifted his hand and cupped her small head, holding it
tight against him. Deep inside his chest, he felt a
cracking of the ice that had for so long encased his heart.
He didnâ€™t want that. Didnâ€™t need it. But even as the
thought went through his head, his arms enclosed her in a
vise of a protective cage through which nothing would ever
harm her again.
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