She looked up, and this time her gaze met Séverin’s. She didn’t know what was going to happen to them. Torture or death—with Edgar it could go either way. But she knew she loved the male before her. And days, hours even, with him were worth a hundred lifetimes in Edgar’s hellish company.
“Did you know him before, Taylor?” Edgar taunted. “Is that why you never wanted to fuck me? Because the animal had already claimed your worthless cunt?”
The word was barely out of his mouth before a vicious snarl erupted in the pre-dawn air. Taylor screamed as Séverin shifted. No. Please no! The puma was on Frankie, teeth buried in the man’s throat.
Stumbling to her feet, Taylor turned to Edgar. He had his gun aimed at the puma, his finger curling around the trigger. Without thinking, she rushed him, smashing her body into his. The gun went off, the bullet hitting the treehouse. Séverin roared and tossed a limp Frankie to the ground.
Pain rippling through her body, Taylor saw shapes coming out of the mist. Three Pantera pumas. Running—teeth bared, snarling and hissing. They were focused on Edgar, who was diving for his gun. It had flown out of his hands when Taylor had hit him.
But he never reached it.
Like a hawk with a rabbit in sight, Séverin leapt through the air and slammed down on Edgar—paws striking gut and chest. As the man hit the earth with a thud and a crack, Taylor rolled to the side and grabbed the gun. She was on her feet with the thing pointing at his face just as the three pumas shifted. But it wasn’t needed.
“Is he dead?” Raphael called, shifting into male form and rushing forward.
“I think he broke his neck,” Taylor said, panting.
One of the Pantera, a woman, kneeled down and touched his throat. “No pulse.”
No pulse. Taylor stared at Edgar. Eyes closed, face still, body crumpled. This man who had once made her feel special, then decided to ruin her. Or try to. She wasn’t ruined. Lost, maybe. But she’d been found.
She glanced up, needing to see Séverin. Know that he was okay. He’d shifted back into his male form. But his gaze wasn’t searching out hers. It was trained on the female Pantera who had attempted to find Edgar’s pulse.
“It’s not possible,” he uttered. “Can’t be…”
Still shaking from Edgar’s death, Taylor looked from one to the other. The female was staring at him too, her face going pale.
“Reny,” Raphael said gently. “Do you know him?”
Know him? Why would she… She remembered Séverin’s words. The female. Dark hair, green eyes. Beautiful.
“Reny?” Séverin repeated. “Is that your name?”
“Male subject,” she whispered.
He nodded. “Yes, it’s me.”
Horror-struck, Taylor watched as the female cried out, then ran into Séverin’s waiting arms.
***
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. In the flesh. She hadn’t died. She was here. Safe. He pulled her back so he could look at her. “What happened to you? Where did you go? I tried to find you.”
“You escaped,” she uttered, her smile just as he remembered it. “Oh, I’m so glad.”
Too many thoughts, too many questions were running through his head. “How long have you been here?”
“Not long.” Her gaze ran over him. “What about you?”
“Ten years.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Ten years. Why didn’t you tell anyone what happened? Why—”
“I couldn’t leave my puma state,” he explained. “Didn’t want to. Didn’t want anything but freedom. After all that happened…”
“I understand.” She gripped his arms. “After I lost my memory—”
“You lost your memory?” Séverin cut in.
She nodded. “But later, I found my freedom working for the FBI.” She glanced back. “Then with Sebastian.”
Séverin took in the blond male who stepped forward. Who gathered Reny in his arms the moment she came to him. His friend knew love. Just as he did.
“We have truly escaped our bonds,” he told her.
She smiled, her eyes filling with tears.
“You with your Sebastian, and me with my Taylor.”
“Where is she?” Reny asked. “I want to meet her.”
Séverin glanced around. She’d been right there. At his side, fighting with him. For him. And ending the life that had held hers captive.
She must be in the treehouse, he thought, heading inside his nest. “Taylor?” But she wasn’t.
What the hell? He stalked back to the other Pantera, his gut tightening with every step. “Raphael?”
“I don’t know,” the male said. “I didn’t see her after you and Reny…” His voice trailed off.
“Fuck,” Séverin ground out. “I need to find her.” He eyed Reny. “We will speak—”
She nodded. “Of course. Go. Find her. Your mate?”
“I hope so,” he said, his heart heavy.
“Do you want us to go with you?” Raphael asked. “Help you find her?”
“No. Stay here. Deal with this.” He took off and was halfway to the bayou’s shoreline when he turned and called back, “That dead bastard said a man named Mr. Locke held another Pantera male. Didn’t give a location, though.”
“Fuck!” Raphael returned hotly. “Did he give a name?”
“No.”
Séverin said nothing more. He was already shifting into his puma and sniffing the air. Following the scent of his woman.
His mate.
CHAPTER 8
The water was sun-dappled this morning, Taylor mused as she swam from one shore to the other. But cold. Cold as her nerves, as her heart. Edgar was dead. And the male she wanted more than life itself had just been reunited with the female who’d saved him from madness.
His best friend.
The beautiful dark-haired Pantera female who’d rushed him like a linebacker—like a woman who’d found the love of her life once again.
Tears pricked her eyes and she dove beneath the surface. Was this really her fate? To lose the one person on earth who truly understood her heart? Her lungs started to ache and she kicked up toward the early morning sunlight. But what greeted her when she surfaced was a golden puma standing stock-still on the shore. Its silver eyes were wide with fear, but when it saw her, relief took over. It growled at her.
“What do you want, Séverin?” she called, moving into shallower water until her feet made contact with the bottom of the bayou. “Everything’s fine here. You can go back to your reunion.”
She sounded like a jealous, insecure bitch. Probably because she was one.
A gasp escaped her throat as the puma quickly shifted into its male counterpart. For five seconds she stared. She couldn’t help herself. He was breath-stealing, heart-wrenching, pulse-jumping.
And…furious?
Was that the look on his handsome face? Was he angry with her? Oh, god. Of course he was. She’d brought Edgar here. Into the Wildlands. Into his refuge. Séverin had almost lost his life because of her. No doubt he was looking for her now to bring her straight to the border. Out of his life. Clearing the way for him and Reny.
He dove in, swam directly for her and surfaced with a curse. Taylor was ready. Ready for his anger. But the anger that spilled from his lips had nothing to do with her ex.
“You ran from me,” he uttered blackly, his eyes wild. “Does this mean you fear me?”
Confusion gripped her. What was he talking about? “Fear you? What—”
“You came to the Wildlands—ran to the Wildlands—out of fear. You ran from that walking, talking maggot. And now you run from me.” As his gaze traced her face, his eyes softened. “You don’t want to be with me?”
Oh my god. “What? No. I left because…” Reny was in your arms. The female who saved you. “It’s over, Séverin.”
His face turned ashen.
“Edgar’s dead. There’s no reason for me not to go back where I came from.”
“You want to go back
?”
“No.” She shook her head, tears pricking her eyes. He didn’t understand. “You found Reny. That’s amazing.”
“It is,” he agreed, watching her intently, his gaze bewildered.
“I’m happy for you.” And truly she was. Maybe not for herself. But she cared about Séverin. She wanted him to be happy.
“Reny is wonderful, Taylor,” he said. “The only friend I ever had. Before you came along, that is.” His eyes demanded that she look at him, hold his gaze. “She deserves all the happiness in the world.”
God, this was hell. Tears streamed down Taylor’s face as she stood in the cold bayou and waited for the inevitable. She was going to leave this place. The one place that felt like home. And the male she…loved.
“I deserve happiness too, Taylor.”
Her eyes never left his as she nodded. “Yes, you do. I want that for you. More than anything.”
“Do you mean that?” he asked.
Her heart bled. “Yes.”
He reached out and took her in his arms. “Here in the Wildlands, males enjoy claiming their females. As Sebastian claimed my friend, Reny.”
Breath stalled in Taylor’s lungs. Sebastian. And Reny. She has a mate. She has a mate!
“But I would not do that to you, Taylor.”
“What? Claim me?” Why not? Oh, god, I want you to. I want you more than anything.
He pulled her closer. “I too was used without my consent. Without choice. It won’t be that way with us. No claiming.”
This time, Taylor calmed and listened to him. What he was saying. What he wished for.
“I would ask that you stay with me,” he said, his eyes bright and hungry. “I would ask if you would love me. I would ask that you allow me to care for you and any cubs we may have.” He grinned at that. “I ask, Taylor.”
As understanding dawned, happiness unlike anything Taylor had ever known spread through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.
“Oh, Séverin,” she said, leaning in and kissing him. “It was a blessed day when you knocked me on my ass.”
He laughed. “Do you accept, my sweetest love?”
“Oh, I accept,” she said, her eyes shining with love. “With everything I am, I accept.”
Then he kissed her. Softly, sweetly, hungrily. Her male, her mate. Séverin. And she was home.
HAKAN
Hakan never apologizes for being a lethal, barely civilized Hunter, but he understands that he has to be careful when it comes to his future mate, Payton. The pretty young Geek captured his heart long ago, but he was forced to keep her at a distance until she was mature enough to handle his feral nature. When he discovers she’s been captured, however, he’s done waiting. It’s time to claim his female. Unfortunately, he didn’t anticipate that Payton might refuse the mating.
Payton understands that there’s nothing more important than discovering why their newest enemies are targeting the Pantera. And if that means putting herself in danger, then that’s exactly what she’s going to do, no matter what the arrogant Hakan might say. Of course, that’s easier said than done. Especially when Hakan is clearly determined to seduce her. Does she listen to her pride, or give in to the urgings of her fragile heart?
SÉVERIN
Humans have always been the enemy.
Séverin has lived the last ten years of his life in his puma form. He is feral, predatory and angry at the human world. Born in captivity, the male is haunted by years of torture and abuse. And when he comes upon a human female running scared through his Wildlands domain, he wants nothing more than to get her back to the border. But as she finds shelter with him in his rustic treehouse, the male inside him starts to emerge, threatening his still-caged heart.
Until he meets her.
Running from her abusive ex, Taylor is desperate for a place to hide. She believes her only chance at life is the magical Wildlands. But with a war brewing, the Pantera species aren’t too keen on letting a stranger into their fold. Luckily, there is one Pantera who might want the beautiful teacher to stay. A male who, like Taylor, is running scared. Can they both listen to their hearts and allow the first real love of their lives in?
Broken Teaser
Release Date October 7, 2014
One
“Lemon’s the clear winner, right?”
Before Sheridan could answer, Mackenzie Byrd shoved another forkful of cake into her mouth. This time, rich, creamy chocolate assaulted her tongue. Very nice. But frankly, you couldn’t go all that wrong when it came to chocolate. Unless, of course, it was covering up grasshoppers or scorpions or whatever the crazy insect-eating population was pairing with their cocoa these days.
She swallowed, licked her lips, and then reached for her napkin—which had been folded into a lovely bird of paradise by the owner, Albert Lee, and set next to her plate as soon as she’d taken a seat.
Mac stared expectantly across the white wicker table at her. “So? What do you think? Raspberry, lemon, or chocolate?”
Sheridan noted the look of panic on the forewoman’s face, and wondered once again how she’d been roped into cake tasting with her boss’s fiancée. Oh, that’s right. She’d been strolling down the street—her first time strolling, mind you, but it had felt like the right thing to do in the small town—when a hand had suddenly shot out of Hot Buns Bakery, curled around her arm, and yanked her inside the oh so precious pink-and-white establishment.
“Well?” Mac pressed good-naturedly, pushing the brim of her Stetson back off her forehead. “Thoughts? I need them. Normally I have them. But today, for some reason, it’s just blank upstairs.”
A smile touched Sheridan’s lips. She really liked Mackenzie Byrd. The dark-haired, blue-eyed, ever-grinning forewoman of the Triple C Ranch was funny and smart and took no shit from anyone—male or female—which was an attribute Sheridan wholeheartedly admired. In fact, in another life, where Sheridan didn’t work for the man she worked for, she and Mac could’ve been great friends. But as it was…
“They’re all excellent,” she offered in a professional tone.
Mac groaned and held her fork above her head, the tines stained with bits of frosting. “I know. But which one is the best?”
“I’m not really much of a cake person, Miss Byrd.”
Dropping back in her chair, Mac’s eyes narrowed. “Sheridan, seriously, you can’t call me that. We’ve talked about this.”
The small smile that had touched Sheridan’s lips a moment ago expanded into a full-fledged grin. Yes, she really liked this woman. It was such a bummer. Especially when you were lacking in friendships of the female variety. “You and Mr. Cavanaugh are engaged. I am his employee. In my very corporate world, there’s no fraternizing with the boss’s family. Or those who are soon to be family.”
“Oh Lord have mercy,” Mac said with an eye roll.
“And forgive me for saying so, Miss Byrd,” Sheridan continued, “but isn’t this something you should be doing with Mr. Cavanaugh?”
“Deacon’s in Dallas for the next couple of days and this needs to get done.” A slight wickedness flashed in her blue eyes. “And as his right hand, his most trusted employee—”
“Oh dear.”
Mac laughed. “Come on, you know what he likes.”
“As do you, I’m sure.”
“He’s abandoned me in my time of need, Sheridan,” Mac said dramatically. “This wedding is less than three weeks away, and things like cake and flowers and food need to be decided on. Am I supposed to make all the decisions alone?”
“I believe some women would find that a blessing, Miss Byrd. Total control of the remote, so to speak.”
Mac snorted. “I’m not that kind of woman, Sheridan. Now, if we’re going for beef for the fancy dinner, that I can pick out and drive right on in and over to the butcher.”
Sheridan laughed. “What about one of your friends from high school or someone at the Triple C…”
“My closest friend is Blue.”
Sobering, Mac released a heavy sigh. “And he’s run away from home.”
“Right.” While she didn’t know the details of the newest Cavanaugh brother’s exit to parts unknown, she knew enough to be sympathetic. “I’m sorry about that. I know you two are very close.”
Mac’s eyes went kitten-wide. “Don’t say you’re sorry. Say you’ll be my wingman.”
“Miss Byrd—”
“Mac,” she corrected.
“You’re really stubborn, you know that?”
She snorted. “Hell, yes I know. Part of my charm.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “And this no-fraternizing-with-the-boss’s-relatives business ain’t gonna work anyway. James won’t like you calling him Mr. Cavanaugh when he’s kissing on you.” Then she cocked her head to the side and grinned. “Or maybe he will.”
Heat slammed into Sheridan’s cheeks, and the entire bakery seemed to shrink around her. “Wh… What?”
Dipping her fork into the raspberry-cream cake, Mac’s grin widened. “Oh, come on, Sheri.”
Sheri? What the hell was happening here? This town and all its residents were getting to her, making her forget why she was here—question things that should never be questioned. She’d come to River Black to work. Not to get caught up in the locals’ dramas, imaginings, or, for God’s sake, wedding plans!
Sitting up just a little bit straighter, Sheridan said in her most controlled voice, “I’m not dating anyone. Especially not James. Er”—she cleared her throat—“Mr. Cavanaugh.”
If truth be told, she had noticed James Cavanaugh and his many… attributes. Frankly, you’d have to be blind not to. The man was something to gawk at. But professionalism demanded that looking was as far as it went.
As she studied Sheridan, Mac popped a chunk of cake into her mouth. “So, he hasn’t asked you out?”
“Absolutely not,” she said quickly.
“Really? I mean, how is that possible? I swear, whenever you’re around, the guy can’t keep his eyes off you, or his tongue inside his mouth.”