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.
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Jag finally meets his match in Olivia, a tough, attractive
little
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 Warriorsโan 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 combativeโand tormentedโof all the Ferals, Jag
is a predator who hunts aloneโuntil 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 skillโone 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.
EXCERPT
Sneak 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 โ 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 sheโd 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.
โHe wasnโt good enough for you.โ 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.
โHe was a hell of a lot better man than youโll ever be.โ
A fist clenched inside him, driving his anger. โHe was a
pansy-assed wuss who let you walk all over him.โ
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
out.
He tackled her down. โDid you have feelings for him?โ
She punched him in the jaw. โOf course I had feelings for
him! Iโd known him for more than three hundred years. You
wouldnโt know feelings if they bit you in the ass!โ
They fought, her throwing punches, him blocking most of
them. The bed creaked and swayed beneath them.
โDid you love him?โ
โYou know the answer to that. As a friend, yes, but you
know I didnโt return the feelings he had for me.โ Her elbow
slammed into his solar plexis. โBut so help me, if you
think I shouldnโt careโฆโ Her heel drove hard into his
knee. โIf you think I can just forget the sight of that
monsterโฆโ Her voice cracked. โSo help me, Jag, Iโm going to
beat your cold ass to hell and back.โ
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. โUnless you want to join the fight, get
the hell out of here.โ
Tighe lifted his hands in quick surrender. โIโm gone.โ
Wulfe, the bastard, grinned. โDonโt kill him.โ
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 Oliviaโs 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 heโd
gladly let her beat the crap out of him if it helped her,
he could see it wasnโt 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.
โLet it out, Liv,โ he said quietly. โYouโre not going to
get rid of it until you give in. Just let it out.โ
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 didnโt
have a clue how to do it. Heโd 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 werenโt 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 didnโt want that. Didnโt 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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