Librarian Suzan Marsh is an empath and has always felt assaulted by the feelings of others. She has had to distance herself from the people in her life, raising a mental barrier to ward off unwanted emotions. When wolf shifter August Crane abducts her, he breaks through the walls she constructed, forcing her to accept a frightening new truth.
Jaguar shifter twins Percy and Byron Moon are familiar with the evil ways of August Crane. Because of him, their childhood was destroyed. Because of him, their way of life at the peaceful Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort is threatened. And they won’t rest until he is dead.
When Crane drags Suzan into his cult and decides to make her his “concubine,” Percy and Byron know they must save the human woman. Their connection to her is strong and they cannot deny the dream they always held close. That they could share a woman and make her their mate.
But even after rescuing Suzan, none of them are free from Crane’s clutches. The wolf shifter has plans, ones that involve the demise of every shape shifter at the Ursa Resort. Not only must Percy and Byron keep Suzan safe, they must convince her to accept them both. In order to stop Crane from hurting everyone they love, they must learn to fight together.
Read an Excerpt:
After her shower, she toweled off and dressed in the clothes provided, choosing a pretty green V-neck T-shirt to accompany the jeans. Everything fit perfectly, from underwear to outerwear, as if the Moons had already known her. It boggled her mind, but she couldn’t lose the sensation they were connected by more than just circumstance. Her instincts never lied. After slipping into a pair of soft white socks, she made her way toward the kitchen.
She heard Byron and Percy before she saw them and stopped to catch an excited breath. When she heard what they said, she paused a moment longer.
“How’s your jaguar holding up?” Byron asked his brother.
She knew it was Byron. Despite them being identical twins, there were slight differences in their voices. Byron’s was the smoother voice. Percy’s had the odd touch of sexy gravel.
“My dumb cat,” replied Percy on a near growl, “was up all night long. He keeps pawing at me, trying to get to her.”
Her? As the burn of jealousy sizzled in Suzan’s gut, she gnawed on her bottom lip in a futile attempt to quell it. Maybe Percy had a girlfriend and he was dying to see her. Maybe he couldn’t wait to escape the cabin so he could meet up with this woman and, well, let his jaguar loose.
“Yeah,” Byron said. “My cat’s in agony, too. I think my ribs are black and blue inside, it pounds them so much.”
Oh, great. She wasn’t sure why this information astounded her. Of course men like them would have girlfriends. Hell, they might have mates. She hadn’t bothered to ask, had she? She’d already heard the mate bond was a powerful thing, that it would drive any shifter to distraction, both sexually and emotionally. Why had she been naïve enough to think these men might be single? She knew enough to know the good ones were always taken.
She’d been so stupid to think they had a bond. Bullshit. Clearly, her empathic tendencies had let her down for the first time.
“I can’t believe how quickly my jag … recognized Suzi,” said Percy.
Oh. Last she heard, she was the only Suzi around here.
Byron grunted. “I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this. My head’s not working properly. Fuck, I couldn’t even hold a bowl of eggs without losing it. Percy, we need to discuss things. Seriously.”
“If Suzi is the one we’re meant to share, we can’t afford to make any wrong moves, especially with Crane in the picture. We need to support her and not let our egos get in the way.”
If Suzi is the one we’re meant to share…
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“TEN WAYS WRITING ROMANCE HAS CHANGED MY LIFE”
Thanks so much to Elodie for hosting me on my blog tour for Predator’s Trinity, Gemini Island Shifters 6. I’m thrilled to be here.
I’ve written a few books now and each one finds me more and more philosophical about my career path. I can’t help wondering what I’ve learned along the way, and thought it might be fun to analyze exactly how writing romance has changed my life.
1 – EVERY PERSON I MEET IS A POTENTIAL CHARACTER. YEAH, THIS MEANS YOU. Now, don’t get me wrong. I never base my characters on actual people with whom I have a relationship. In my opinion, that would be wrong. However, I have received a lot of inspiration from people I’ve met here and there, or folks I’ve seen in passing. So that drunk woman who spilled her beer in front of me on a Las Vegas street? You are in one of my books.
2 – I AM AN ADDICT. Not in a bad-for-my-health sense. Rather, I am a romance writing addict. I can barely go a day without writing, and when I must, I start to get the shakes.
3 – MY SONS ROLL THEIR EYES AT ME A LOT MORE NOW. Firstly, they’re teens, so rolling eyes is a given. Secondly, their mother writes romance. They’ve seen a lot of bare chests on my book covers. *cue eye rolls from sons*
4 – MY COFFEE CONSUMPTION HAS INCREASED. Coffee and writing. They’re like John and Yoko. Peaches and cream. Peaches and Herb…you get the idea.
5 – PEOPLE THINK I’M A SEX EXPERT. Allow me to offer this disclaimer: I am not, at least not any more so than any other mother of two children. But because I write sexy romance, people sometimes give me “the eye.” That’s the look that says, “She writes romance? Her husband is a lucky man…”
6 – I TALK TO MYSELF A LOT MORE. Notice how I said “more?” I’ve always talked to myself but now I can’t seem to stop. When a piece of dialogue occurs to me, I try it out to see how it sounds. So if you ever meet me and I appear to be having two conversations at once, I am not a weirdo. Well, perhaps a bit of a weirdo…
7 – I’M ALWAYS SCRIBBLING IN NOTEBOOKS. After all, you never know when a hot story idea will hit. I carry notebooks with me almost everywhere I go. So, if we’re ever having coffee and I get a queer look in my eye, and stop everything to record a few lines, you’ll know an idea just occurred.
8 – I FORGET TO EAT. When I’m writing, I have to remind myself to eat and drink. It’s amazing I don’t faint. On the plus side, my snug pants now fit.
9 – PEOPLE STOP ME IN THE STREETS TO TELL ME HOW MUCH THEY LOVE MY WORK. Oh, hang on…that’s not me. That’s Jackie Collins.
10 – I’M CONSTANTLY DREAMING. It’s true. My head is always in the clouds, dreaming up new romances. Only for the first time in my life, someone is paying me to do it.
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Romance and The Romance Reviews.
From Toronto, Canada, Rosanna occupies a house in the suburbs with her long-suffering husband, their two hungry sons and a tabby cat named Sweetie. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
A library employee by day, she is honored to be a member of the league of naughty librarians who also happen to write romance. Rosanna blogs at www.rosannaleoauthor.wordpress.com