"An incredibly hot fantasy comes to life"
Reviewed by Annetta Sweetko
Posted March 25, 2013
Romance Paranormal
Fox is a new member of the elite Feral Warriors
Brotherhood. These shifters are sworn to protect the world
from evil. Fox is ready to prove himself but he isn't ready
to come face-to-face with A LOVE UNTAMED.
The Brotherhood has been attacked from within, causing
distrust among the old and new members. The Brotherhood
must find a way to work together to defeat the Mage that
plan to destroy the brotherhood and anyone they consider
enemies of the Daemons. The Mage plan to release the horde
of Satanan and their leader himself but the brotherhood
stands in the way.
Melisande is an Ilina warrior who finds herself attracted
to this shifter but that is impossible. She has a long
standing hatred for shape shifters and with the harsh
memory of her captivity that is not going to change. No
matter how her heart beats faster every time she sees him.
No matter that they are forced to work together to rescue
the Brotherhood leaders mate. No matter how he gets under
her skin, the emotions she boxed away are going to stay
boxed. If it kills her.
A LOVE UNTAMED is a fast paced, incredibly hot fantasy
brought to life. Hot shifters, evil beings trying to
destroy the world, a lot of action and intrigue what more
could a reader ask for? Did I mention hot shifters? Author
Pamela Palmer keeps you captive with wonderful characters,
intriguing dialogue, a lot of action and passion. She was
also very sneaky in having a secondary plot in this book
that readers hope will lead to another wonderful book.
SUMMARY
They are called Feral Warriors—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 newest member of the elite Feral Warriors
brotherhood, Fox is eager to prove himself on the frontlines
of battle against the Daemons. When paired with the
legendary Ilina warrior Melisande, he expects the fierce
beauty to quickly fall under the spell of his quite
considerable charm. Instead, he finds himself spellbound by
a woman who's his match in every way.
Beneath Melisande's brittle exterior lies centuries of
pain and a violent hatred of all
shape–shifters—a hatred that slowly crumbles
after she and Fox are caught in a deadly and cunning Mage
trap and she glimpses a surprising depth in her
far–too–seductive partner. Their survival
demands unconditional trust—and their salvation
surrender to a wild, untamed love.
Excerpt Fox strode through Feral House, his boots clicking
on the hardwood floor, the golden fox head armband that had
appeared during his first shift tight around his upper arm,
his mind in turmoil. For days his gut had continued to
whisper that same fecking word. Wrong.
And now he thought he knew why. Hell, everything
was wrong. The situation at Feral House could not be worse.
As he strode down the hallway, he saw Kougar coming out of
the media room.
"Any news?" Fox asked. Kougar was a cold–eyed
warrior with a mustache and goatee that made him look more
than a little unapproachable. But he'd welcomed Fox warmly
and given him no reason to think he wouldn't share whatever
he knew.
"Jag and Paenther will be returning soon. And we
may be able to cure the dark infection."
"That's brilliant."
Kougar plucked his goatee. "The Shaman believes
that my mate, Ariana, may have the solution buried inside
the wealth of knowledge in her head," Kougar continued.
"That's a bloody intriguing comment."
Kougar looked at him. "Are you aware that she's
Ilina? The queen of the Ilinas?"
Fox nodded. "I heard. Which is another bloody
intriguing comment. For a thousand years the world thought
the Ilina's extinct." He cocked his head at the far more
senior Feral. "You knew the truth."
"No. I only learned the truth recently."
"Where have they been all this time?"
"Most of them in the Crystal Realm, their castle in
the clouds."
Fox knew he meant that literally.
"Ariana will be arriving momentarily."
Even as Kougar said the words, Fox smelled a whiff
of pine, then watched, awestruck, as two petite beauties
materialized out of thin air.
Ilinas.
The one was a pretty brunette dressed in jeans and
boots and leather jacket. The way she looked at Kougar,
with a lover's smile, told him she must be Ariana.
But it was the other one who caught Fox's attention
and clamped her pretty little fist tight around it. Her
hair as light as her companion's was dark, she was dressed
in a timeless outfit that marked her a
warrior—leggings and tunic that skimmed graceful
curves, a knife hanging from the belt at her slender waist,
golden hair falling in a thick braid down her back. She
appeared as delicate as a doll—her head small and
lovely, her nose pert, her mouth a pretty, petal pink.
But when she glanced his way, sapphire eyes pinned
him, eyes as hard as blue diamonds, and suddenly she didn't
seem delicate at all.
As their gazes held, his heart went still then
began beating like a herd of spooked cattle. Fire leaped
into her eyes, but not the kind of fire he was used to.
There was no warmth in those sapphire eyes, no desire. Only
a bright, cutting heat that promised to flay the flesh from
his bones.
The beauty jerked her gaze from his, turning toward
Kougar and his mate.
Hawke and Faith joined Fox. He hadn't even seen
them enter the hallway.
"Amazing that they still exist, isn't it?" Fox
murmured, unable to tear his gaze away from the Ilina. She
was like a little spitfire, eyes snapping with anger, that
pretty mouth twisted with annoyance. Still... "She's a fine
thing, the blonde."
"That's Melisande," Hawke said quietly beside him.
Melisande. A lovely name for an intriguing woman.
"Apparently she tried to kill Lyon a couple of
weeks ago," Hawke continued.
Fox glanced at him with surprise. "And he let her
live?" His gaze returned to the female with a new
appreciation. So she knew how to use that sword. No, not
delicate at all.
"That was my reaction the first time I heard. It
was something of a misunderstanding and they've called a
truce of sorts. But the woman apparently has a chip on her
shoulder the size of the South Pole when it comes to
Ferals. That one's trouble with a capital T."
Sapphire eyes cut to him, then away again without
an ounce of interest. Without a modicum of warmth. "Chips
can be knocked off."
Faith snorted beside him. "So can heads."
Fox chuckled. "She hasn't met the right Feral yet,
is all."
Hawke clasped him on the shoulder. "You'd have more
luck taming a tornado."
Kougar turned to them. "Fox, Faith, I'd like you to
meet Ariana, Queen of the Ilinas and my mate. And her
second, Melisande."
The blonde scowled and he wondered if she was
really as cold as she pretended to be. If he'd seen only
her, he might wonder if that were typical of her race, but
Ariana's eyes radiated warmth and love along with strength.
Melisande interested him mightily. His gaze dropped
to her mouth, a paradox if ever there was one. At once hard
enough to flay a man alive and yet shaped like a lover's
dream—the bottom lip plump and kissable, the top
sculpted in pale pink perfection.
"If you'll excuse me?" Ariana said after
introductions were made, then turned back to
Kougar. "Where's the Shaman? I understand we have work to
do."
As Ariana started back to the doorway where
Melisande and Kougar waited, Fox followed, turning on the
charm. Could such a cold woman be charmed? The thought made
him smile. It had been too long since any female had
presented a challenge.
With each step he took, the woman grew more
beautiful. Her skin was a flawless cream, as soft, he was
certain, as her eyes were hard. Her lashes, a darker gold
than her hair, perfectly framed those magnificent eyes. Her
body, though small, was perfectly proportioned, her curves
neither too slender nor too round. And his hands itched to
clutch her waist and pull her against him.
As he drew close, her scent, of wild heather,
teased his nose, nearly drowning him in pleasure.
"Melisande, is it?" he asked, drawing on the full
force of his Irish upbringing. "A beautiful name for a
beautiful woman."
Sapphire eyes snapped at him with disbelief,
certainly not the usual reaction to his attention, but he
played the game the way he knew how. He held out his hand
to her, uncertain whether she would meet him half way and
suspecting that if she did it would be with a huff or a
roll of pretty blue eyes. Either would be fine as long as
he got to touch her.
"I'm Fox, Melisande. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"That's what you think." Her voice was music laced
with acid. She ignored his outstretched hand, her eyes
narrowing as she smiled at him, but there was nothing
pleasant about that smile. Hawke's words came back to him,
that he'd have more luck taming a tornado, and it occurred
to him that he might finally have come across a female who
was immune to his charms.
"Mel," Ariana warned.
The petite blond flung her empty hand toward him as
if it were not empty at all, as if she meant to toss a
fireball in his face.
Instead, exquisite sexual pleasure rushed through
his body on a blast so strong, so pure, that he nearly came
right there in the middle of the hallway. On a groan, he
arched his back, his eyes dropping closed as the pleasure
roared through him, wave after wave of pure ecstasy.
When he could move again, his eyes snapped open and
he straightened to find the most fascinating woman he'd
ever met staring at him in wide–eyed disbelief, her
mouth forming a horrified O.
A grin spread slowly across his face, his gaze
locking with hers. The next time he felt that kind of
rapture in her presence he'd be deep inside of her and
she'd be screaming her release right along with him.
Go to hell shimmered in Melisande's eyes as if
she'd heard his silent promise, her mouth snapping closed,
once more tightening into a hard line. With a low growl of
fury, the beauty disappeared, misting away.
Fox began to laugh.
"What did you do to her?" Kougar asked, clearly
puzzled.
Fox shook his head. "I've no bloody idea."
"Watch your step," Ariana warned softly. "Melisande
is a good person, but she has a violent and justified
hatred of Therians. While she's obligated to honor my
alliance with the Ferals, she's unpredictable. She won't
try to kill you. But that's about all I can guarantee. And
if you hurt her, even that's off the table."
"Point taken." But the grin hovered at the edges of
his mouth, the pleasure still coursing through his body. He
had no intention of hurting her. Not at all. What he had in
mind would have her arching with as much pleasure as she'd
just given him. And more. Far more.
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