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“Willows has created a work of art combining her unique characters in a shared world for something truly unforgettable. Each moment of this tale was punctuated with action, suspense, and romance. Vivid descriptions and a seamless narrative work together to create a story that was both supernaturally amazing and that packed a punch emotionally.” Jonel-Amazon review
“This unique, standalone, feat pace story will keep you on the edge of your chair from beginning to end. It is full of action, suspense, adventure, surprise, shows strengths/weaknesses of the characters, romance, and hot STEAMY love scenes.” –Irene Talbot-Amazon review
“Kali Willows puts her characters through hell in order to get to their hea. A fast paced, heart wrenching tale of love found.” – D. Antonio-Amazon review
“I am a big fan of shifter stories and Ms. Willows delivered with this one in spades…the story has all the elements to make a great read, suspense, drama, action, love, hawt scenes and quite a few surprise discoveries that will answer so many questions for their kind in the future.”-Seelk-Amazon review
A Cougar Among Wolves
Copyright Ó 2016 by Kali Willows
Cover art by Fiona Jayde
· Print Length: 109 pages
· Word count: 30,500 words
· Publisher: Decadent Publishing (March 11, 2016)
· Publication Date: March 11, 2016
· Series: Black Hills Wolves #45
· ISBN: 978-1-61333-994-7
· ASIN: B01CWB8OGG
· Level 5 Heat level – SCORCHING
· Paranormal, erotic romance, shifters & werewolves, series, collection, urban fantasy, M/F/M Ménage,
A sadistic attack leaves Klaya, a Puma Clan Cougar, critically injured and the last of her family ferociously slain. She stumbles into Black Hills Wolf territory and collapses. Now under the protection of the pack, she finds herself whisked away to hide out in a cave until her old friend, the alpha returns. Potentially the last of her shifter kind, she has nothing left to lose, but her life and a chance to avenge her brother.
After a dangerous rescue, on the edge of pack territory, Seth and Rogue take a woman on the brink of death back to the pack. Her identity and why she was brutalized is a mystery. The pieces soon fit together and the realization this assault was no coincidence. The Black Hills Wolves pack faces a bigger threat than they could even imagine. The trio soon find themselves on a tumultuous journey of life and death, and relentless lust.
Klaya paused and tried to steady her shaky fingers, mustering the courage she needed most right now. “How’s your drink, Seth?” She sat down adjacent to them.
“Fantastic.” He grinned.
A surprising playfulness rolled over her. “Bet there’s something I can do neither of you can.”
“Climb trees, catch wild game, outrun us?” Seth chimed in with a curious smile.
“Oh, those things.” She waved off his innocence. “I mean something a little more…sassy.”
“Such as?” Rogue narrowed his eyes.
She collected her own garnish and held it up in front of her mouth with a smirk. “Can you tie your cherry stem into a knot, boys?”
“It’s not rocket science. Sure.” Rogue took the bait and started twisting his between his fingers.
“Anyone can do it like that…I mean, with no hands?”
Rogue and Seth lowered their cups and glanced at each other with wide eyes.
“You can tie it in a knot, with no hands?” Seth’s disbelief spurred her on.
She winked and popped the juicy morsel into her mouth. She gripped and tugged with her teeth and devoured the delectable sweetness. “I most certainly can.” Klaya winked and tilted her head back. Satisfied with her captive audience, she eased the stem into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over twisting it into a circle and utilized her teeth as she tucked one end through the hole. Content with her performance, she parted her lips and held the knot between her teeth. She collected it between her thumb and fingertip with a grin and presented her prize to her observers. “Ta da.”
“Holy shit!” Rogue squirmed and adjusted his pants.
Klaya glanced down, pleased with his unmistakable bulge. She snickered when she caught sight of Seth tucking his shirt over his zipper.
“Your talent is, uh….” Seth’s voice was gruff.
“Mind-blowing,” Rogue offered in a throaty whisper.
“Gripping from cover to cover- the suspenseful plot kept me on the edge of my seat and you’ll find a novel that just won’t let you go...I was on the edge of my seat throughout…exquisitely vibrant bedroom scenes that set the pages aflame and you won’t be able to put this one down.” Amazon Reader
“Claiming Trinity begins with a bang...Right from the beginning we are off on a wild ride of mystery and intrigue…This was a totally unexpected and greatly appreciated book.” Amazon Reader
Tears of blood…
Trinity is the last of her bloodline and cursed with a bizarre ability for a Banshee. Living a mundane façade, she became a psychologist who helps her clients work through their own grief—or at least she did until her life took a sinister twist. Soon after the murder of her uncle, her traumatic past comes back to haunt her. She’s faced with a few other challenges she can’t control, along with her empathic talents. An unexpected offer of help comes from the Rowan siblings when she receives a ticket to the Wiccan Haus for a much needed retreat, along with some sizzling adventure she doesn’t bank on. The evil that stalks her has bigger plans than anyone on the island realizes.
Two heroes with a dark past…
Arawn, an Immortal, rose up against his namesake and abdicated his thrown to the Underworld. Conflicted between his lineage of war and vengeance and his desire to protect those in need, he serves on the Para Elite Forces. Kane, a tortured soul with a profound fear of showing anyone his Gargoyle form, is forever indebted to his best friend. They attend the Wiccan Haus for additional security training, but an unexpected run in with a voluptuous white-haired beauty brings about a change of assignment—and sleeping quarters. How will they maintain the safety and wellbeing of this mystifying woman from looming threats, while battling their deep-seated desire for her?
Welcome back to the Wiccan Haus. Where the staff have some unusual quirks and the herbal tea is sometimes more than you bargain for. The proprietors always do their best to make the resort a place of healing and peace. It’s also a place some never want to leave!
With a deep breath and her Wiccan Haus charm in hand, Trinity folded her completed checklist for items to pack and shoved it into her pocket. She clutched the handle of her suitcase and mustered the courage to step into the portal.
In a flash, lights swirled around her, the sensation of gravity dissipated, her body lightened, and her limbs lingered in the air. She floated up, twisted, and spun on the spot. A faint, but deep voice echoed in the distance, “Incoming.”
In the blink of an eye, she bounced through the end of the portal, crashing into three large, burly men and toppling over a dark-haired stranger.
“Whoa!” He stopped their rolling together and landed on his back. Heated hands gripped her sides as she came to rest on top of his rock solid-chest, face to face. He chuckled. “You okay, princess?”
The sweetness of his warm breath brushed her lips and tingles of electricity ran over her sides where his hands held her steady. A delectable aroma of amber and patchouli wafted past her nose. Trinity leaned closer to his neck and inhaled then jerked. Lost in the depths of his dark eyes and chiseled features. His stare penetrated her and his touch stirred something deep inside. “I’m…oh, my….” She bit her lip.
“Are you hurt?” He frowned.
“No.” She rested her palms on his hard chest. But I don’t think I would notice if I was. My word, you’re handsome. A warmth curled around her spine, followed by giddy tickles in her tummy. Her body responded to the contact and lulled her other senses. In the next instant, she snapped out of her lustful daze with dread. “I’m so sorry,” she sucked in a sharp inhale and eased herself to sit up.
His hands settled on her hips. “I’m not.”
Trinity slammed her eyes shut, her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the sudden realization she now straddled the stranger she had just tackled to the ground. “By the gods, please tell me this did not just happen.” She slung her leg over to kneel on the floor and scrambled to get up. Another set of heated hands gripped her under the arms and lifted her to her feet.
“You landed pretty hard, are you sure you didn’t get hurt?” A second hunk straightened her glasses and brushed her shoulder off.
“I had a cushion to break my fall,” she whispered. Trinity smoothed back her hair to find the tight bun she had slicked her mane into had loosened and stray strands of hair littered her vision. She brushed away the rogue locks, and her breath hitched as her focus landed on another delectable vision.