It is a future few envisioned--humans with the ability to shape and shift into every imaginable predator on earth. This new world is dangerous, dark and filled with desire...
Fox-shifter Gea Crevan is a PI working a case deep in the underbelly of New Chicago. She relies on ruthless businessman Quilliam North for good intel and even better sex, but resists taking him as her mate. Until she witness his carnal lust for another, and suddenly all her feral instincts are unleashed...
Grifter Felicia Tamryn is half cheetah and all woman who always gets what she wants. Until the day she tries to con Constantine Breckenridge and instead finds her heart held tight in the talons of an eagle-shifter. Felicia tries to run but her past and her body betray her, catching her in a sexual trap of her own making...
It was a dangerous game she was playing.
How long could she expect to keep fucking her mate without telling him what they were to each other? Gea could only be grateful that he couldn’t sense it himself. Only shifter species that mated for life could tell when they found their mate, and leopards couldn’t. Artic foxes, however, were not as lucky. Just a handful of species could sense it. Even then, not all of them had a mate they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives with. It was a crapshoot, and she was on the losing end. Deus, after what her mother had been through, she’d thought there was no way that fate would land her with a mate.
She’d been wrong. So very, very wrong.READ MORE
When it came to Quill, she stayed away as long as she could, but when the need grew too strong, she had to have him. Touching him, tasting him, feeling him thrust deep inside her fed a craving she didn’t even want to admit she had. She licked her lips, savoring the flavor from his kiss that still lingered.
Tonight’s trip into the Vermilion had given her an excuse to show up on his doorstep. His place was right on the edge of civilization, right before it gave way to the dangerous wild side. A perfect metaphor for the man himself. One foot still in the shady dealings of the Vermilion he’d grown up in, one foot in the upstanding world of legitimate business. The dichotomy intrigued her, and she wished it didn’t.
She wished she could resist him, resist the draw he had on her, but she hadn’t once been successful since the night she’d met him and sensed what he was to her. If she was close enough to touch, she did. Her insides twisted tight, and she clenched her fingers to still their shaking. Now was not the time or the place to show weakness.
But she was weak, wasn’t she? As weak as her mother had been, addicted to her mate. Dependent. Pathetic.
No. No. That would not be her. That would never, ever be her. As long as she never told him, never claimed him, she was safe. It was just sex. She never gave him more. Her only lucky break was that his upbringing made him just as wary as she was of tying himself to someone.
Next time, she’d fight harder to stay away from him. Next time, she might even manage not to knock on his door.
It was unfortunate her investigations took her into the Vermilion as often as they did. But where else could people hide all their filthy little secrets? Or so they thought. So far, not one of her investigations had been fruitless. The information was there, if you knew who to ask. If you knew who to pay.
Suppressing the pain and fear and self-loathing that always followed the high of being in Quill’s arms, she focused on the task at hand. This was what mattered. This was her life. This was who she was. She needed to remember that.
Another block of skirting through the darkness and she was in front of the warehouse she wanted. Slipping around to the side into the unlit alley that separated it from the next building, she faced a wall with no door. Or so it appeared. Squatting down, she pressed her ident card to a tiny vidscreen hidden at the base of the wall. A small click sounded and she pushed in a rough square of staggered bricks that was level with her hip. She hopped up and shimmied inside. The bricks swung shut behind her.
“Ziegler?” She squinted in the gloom, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the total lack of light. At least outside, there was the hint of moon and stars. “Ziggy, where are you? Since you called to set up this meet, you’d better be here!”
Never mind that she needed the information he claimed to have, it was usually better to keep Ziggy on the defensive. The blisshead wouldn’t hesitate to make the most of any situation that could get him more creds to feed his addiction.
She shoved aside a dusty tapestry that covered a doorway in the narrow warren that ran the length of the building. It was doubtful the owners of the warehouse even knew Ziggy had his hideout back here. The tight space always made her antsy and claustrophobic.
“Here.” The skinny man slinked through a door, his fingers twitching the way they did when he was coming down off a high. “You got my creds?”
“Depends on whether you have the intel you promised.” She crossed her arms and jutted her chin.
“I got it. It’s prime.” His yellowed teeth flashed in a smile that was supposed to be ingratiating, but wasn’t.
“Just what you wanted about Tam.”
The last place anyone had seen Tam was in a technobrothel. A very public area in a technobrothel. The question Gea wanted answered was why the cheetah been there in the first place. Hardly a way to lay low after pulling a job. Her client didn’t know what Tam had been there for, only that she’d disappeared shortly after and hadn’t been seen since.
Gea figured that if she wanted to know were Tam had gone, then she needed to know where she’d come from. And why. The why was always the hardest question to answer, but usually the most crucial and most revealing. People did all manner of stupid and insane things, but unless they were completely bent, they had their reasons, and it was a lot easier to do her job when she knew the motivation behind the action.
She made an impatient gesture at Ziggy. He always claimed his information was prime, but he’d say anything to get his next fix. “Let’s hear it.”COLLAPSE