Tigress
Fated Mates Book 1
by Lilli Carlisle
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Publication Date: November 16, 2017
Caged her whole life, Raz escapes only to find herself caught in a tender trap created by the Alpha and Beta of the North Woods pack.
A TRIAD FAMILY
If only Raz had kept running, she wouldn't have wound up on wolf pack lands putting herself in double danger. A three-hundred pound Bengal tiger shifter, Raz had been caged for as long as she can remember; tortured, beaten and used for sport. Finally, she's escaped, but the hunters are hot on her heels, and she's racing against time. When she heard the wolf pups' cries, Raz couldn't help herself; she went to their rescue even knowing that her trespass could mean her life. Now she's wedged between the Alpha and Beta of the North Woods pack, and they're insisting she's their True Mate.
Huntress
Fated Mates Book 2
Publication Date: October 4, 2018
LOVE & MAGIC...
There’s a war coming in the shifter world, a tear in the veil that separates good and evil, and the reincarnation of ancient goddesses heralds the preparations for the battles ahead. Rose, a wolf shifter, whose birth pack nearly killed her, has found contentment as a member of a loving pack, and that has been enough. When she meets the Alpha and Beta of a neighboring bear clan and learns these men are her fated mates, her life changes in ways she never could have dreamed.
CAN SAVE THE WORLD
Brothers Mason and Riker Porda became the Alpha and Beta of their clan when their parents were slaughtered, and their lives have been a struggle ever since. While bolstering the health and safety of their clan is their life’s work, their hearts are sad and empty...until Rose. Their mate is everything they thought they’d never have, and when the threat of collector demons returning to earth invades the shifter world, the brothers learn Rose is so much more than their mate, she’s the reincarnation of the Goddess Thorne, the Huntress.
Speechless
Fated Mates Book 3
Publication Date: December 12, 2019
After an attack left Zahra the only member of her pack alive, she remained as wolf for fifty years guarding her parents' graves until the Porda Clan arrived with their general, the man fated to be her mate.
THE LAST WORD
Ruled by an insane triad, Zahra lost her ability to talk as punishment for speaking her mind. When her entire pack was wiped out during a vicious attack by brutal hunters, she barely existed as wolf for fifty years, leading a solitary life guarding her parents' graves. When the Porda Clan arrived to claim the land, the handsome but stubborn general of the Clan's army stayed with her, eventually coaxing her to return to his homeland. A wolf among bears, and unable to communicate with any of them, she was more isolated than she'd ever been. But her general didn't give up and proved he was her true fated mate, especially when an unimaginable evil threatened everything and everyone they loved.
Tigress Excerpt:
The
desperate cries of wolf pups echoed through the forest around Raz—terrified
shifter wolf
pups.
Raz scented she was on pack land, but she had no choice, she had to get away
from the
men
hunting her. Sure, she may be a three-hundred pound Bengal tiger shifter, but
they had guns.
Claws
helped up close, but on way too many occasions she’d seen that bullets always
won.
It
seemed she had run from her hell right into someone else’s, if the sounds of
those cries
were
any indication. Razelle had hoped to be well out of the wolf shifters’
territory long before
she
was scented. She didn’t have permission to be on their lands, and death was
typically the
result
of such a trespass—or so it had been explained to her.
Great,
just friggin’ wonderful. Not only will I be strung up, I might be left for the
hunters to find and skin.
The
pups’ cries grew louder, and she knew she had to answer their calls for
help—hell, they
were
only pups. Razelle’s conscience always got her into trouble. After all, wasn’t
that why
those
damn hunters were tracking her even now? She was never going back into a cage;
she
would
sooner die. Changing direction easily as her four-inch claws dug into the damp forest
floor,
she sensed the pups were over the next ridge.
Using
her large padded feet, silently she stalked up to the edge of the small ridge
overlooking
a
ravine, and when she peered over, her breath froze in her lungs. Two wolf
shifter pups were
cornered
against a wall of jagged rocks by four hyena shifters who were nipping at the
pups.
Razelle
could scent and see traces of blood on the pups’ fur. Bastards.
Anger
like nothing she had ever experienced raced through her, and that was saying a
lot
considering
she had spent most of her life in a cage, tortured and abused at the hands of
her
captors.
How dare those mangy hyenas attack defenseless pups? Before she had a chance to
think
it
through, Razelle raced down the slope toward the hyenas. She let out a mighty
roar and dove at
the
closest attacker, ripping her claws across the hyena’s side and onto its chest,
easily sending
him
flying away from the pups. The other three hyenas quickly backed away as she
placed her
mighty
body in front of the pups.
Raz
let out another angry roar that echoed through the forest before she slowly
backed up,
ushering
the two pups closer together, making it easier for her to protect them. She
scanned the
area
for an escape route, but she could only carry one pup in her mouth, and she
wasn’t about to
leave
one behind, so she was going to have to fight her way out of this one. Though
she despised
fighting,
it didn’t mean she couldn’t, and she always had plan B, the escape plan. But by
the look
of
pure hatred coming off the hyena shifters, plan B was so not happening.
How
could someone hate pups this much?
Slowly,
the hyenas formed a semicircle around her and the pups, blocking them against
the
rock
face. As drool dripped from their open, fang-filled mouths, they started in with
that
maniacal
laughing bark of theirs, which never failed to make her skin crawl.
Not
just assholes, but creepy assholes.
Having
all that pent-up anger and rage from being trapped in a cage for so many years
was
certainly
going to come in handy right about now. Normally, wild hyenas would have gotten
the
point
that taking on a pissed-off tigress was not in their best interests, but these
were shifters, and
by
the looks of them, not the sharpest crayons in the box.
The
largest of the four hung back slightly, and it was easy to figure out that he
was the leader
of
this gang, and he was more than willing to let his minions take the pain that
Raz was about to
dish
out.
The
one she had already attacked didn’t look stable on his feet, but he continued
to inch
forward.
Razelle huffed. Idiot
didn’t get enough of his ass handed to him the first time around.
He
lunged forward, snapping his jaws at her throat, but she easily dodged him,
bringing her
massive
paw up and backhanding him. Or
would that be back-pawing him? She
laughed
internally
at another one of her lame jokes. Hell, she thought she was funny even if no
one else
did.
That
hyena now lay sprawled out on the ground like he had been hit by a truck.
Another
snicker
escaped but came out as a sneeze in her cat form. Either way, the other hyenas
didn’t find
it
as funny as she did. In sync, the two remaining minions charged. She pushed the
pups into a
slight
indentation in the rocks as cover, then Raz brought herself up to her full
height and put her
body
directly in front of them. The hyenas would not get to the pups.
One
hyena attacked her flank while the other tried to use the distraction to reach
their prey.
What
was it with these pups that these hyenas wanted them so badly, and where the
hell was the
damn
wolf pack to protect them? Raz swiped her claws across the jaw of the hyena who
was
trying
to get to the little ones, but unfortunately that left her flank open to the
other hyena. Pain
shot
through her side as its claws ripped through her heavy fur and dug into her
flesh. That one
was
going to leave a mark. Damn.
Quickly,
she adjusted her position, ever conscious of staying directly in front of the
pups, and
wrapped
her canines around the other hyena’s front leg, tearing through muscle and bone
until
she
heard a satisfying crunch. The three minions were starting to look a little
frightened, and
Razelle
thought it was about damn time they came to their senses. Besides, her flank
really hurt,
and
she could feel wetness coating her fur. She assumed it was blood. Realizing the
hyena might
have
gotten in a really good shot, she chanced a look down and wished she hadn’t. A
five-inch
gash
was now seeping blood from her side.
Raz
knew she had to end this fight soon or she wouldn’t have the strength to
protect the pups,
who
were now cowering behind her for protection. That damn hyena laugh brought her
attention
back
to the four assholes—well, really only two now, since the other two couldn’t
move any
longer,
which gave her a sense of satisfaction. Any sane shifter would suck it up, back
off, and
lick
his wounds, but by the look in the leader’s eyes, sanity had left the forest
long ago.
The
last two hyenas began to inch forward, snapping their jaws, sending blood and
spit flying
everywhere.
A shiver of disgust ran up Raz’s spine, and the realization she was likely
going to
have
to fight to the death to save these pups seemed definite.
Knowing
she couldn’t fight fully and keep the pups behind her and safe, she decided she
had
to
kill the hyenas before she went down; that would be the only way to save the
terrified pups.
Well,
what a fine mess, missy. You get your ass free of the cages to die within
twenty-four
hours
of gaining your freedom. Shit.
With
that thought, she opened her stance and crouched low, readying herself for
their next
attack
when a terrifying howl ripped through the air. It should have chilled her to
the bone, but
surprisingly,
a different kind of chill rushed through her body and settled in all the right
places.
Shaking
her head to clear her inappropriate thoughts, Raz realized the pack was on the
way to
save
their pups, and she had to hold out long enough for them to get there. Lifting
her head, she
roared
in answer to the howl to give them a direction to track faster, because God
knew, she
needed
help.
Huntress Excerpt:
Now,
how the hell am I going to get myself out of this? Rose silently grumbled as she listened
to
two
bears trying to bring down the walls with their snoring. Mason and Riker, the
alpha and beta
of
the neighboring bear clan, were fast asleep on air mattresses that had been
dragged into her
recovery
room. She was surprised the mattresses hadn’t exploded by now.
She
wasn’t sure how long she’d been unconscious, but it was dark outside and the
pack
house
was silent. She felt every one of the stitches that crisscrossed her body.
Those damn
hyenas
had made her pay for protecting her alpha matriarch, Raz, and Rose knew it was
going to
take
some serious time for her to heal. Funny, she’d come to the North Woods Pack
covered in
injuries,
and now that she’d met her mates, she’d be leaving in the same condition.
Rose
tried to move her left leg but was barely able to contain the scream of pain
from
bursting
through her lips. Right,
no moving. She was running out
of options, and Rose really
needed
to use the bathroom. Her molars were floating. She’d have to bite the bullet.
“Um…”
Rose mumbled, not knowing what to say.
She’d
never seen two men that large move so fast. It stunned her how quickly they
were at
her
bedside. They looked panicked and their eyes turned darker than their usual
amber. Wolf
shifters’
eyes turned to amber when their wolves were near the surface, while bear
shifters’ eyes
turned
dark brown.
Mason
scanned the room and Riker checked her over before pulling her blanket up to
her
chin.
“We’re glad you’re awake. We’ve been so worried,” he said in a rush as he
leaned over the
bed
blocking the light with his big body.
Male
bear shifters tended to be large even in their human form. They were over seven
feet
tall
and weighed around two hundred and seventy-five pounds. From what she could
see, it was
all
muscle. She was enjoying the view, but her bladder was making its demand clear.
She had to
suck
it up, no matter how embarrassing this was.
“I
need to go to the bathroom,” Rose mumbled. “I can’t seem to move.”
Mason
and Riker looked at each other, and as she watched their silent communication,
she
marveled
at the brothers’ resemblance. Both had sandy blond hair—though Riker’s reached
his
shoulders
while Mason’s was cut short—wide-set eyes that were rich amber when in their
human
forms,
strong jaws and delicious full lips. Both men had a patch of golden chest hair
peeking out
from
their shirt collars, and both were sculpted like Greek statues. Sure, she’d
seen Mason naked
when
he shifted, but she had been bleeding to death at the time and had been a bit
distracted.
“I’ll
carry you to the bathroom, but it’s still going to hurt. Maybe we can get Doc
in here to
give
you something to ease the pain,” Mason offered.
She
could see the worry in his eyes but she’d waited too long already and couldn’t
take the
pressure
any longer. “No time. Gotta go…now,” Rose begged as she began pushing herself
up.
The
pain was instantaneous and caused her head to spin, but she wasn’t going to pee
the bed.
Mason
moved quickly, reached down and slid his big arms underneath her back and
knees.
“Easy
there, hon. I’ve got you.”
She
couldn’t help her cry of pain, but being surrounded by her these bears and
their heavenly
scent
of forest after a rain helped soothe her. Mason’s scent held something a little
different, a
spice
of some sort she couldn’t place. It didn’t matter what it was, all that was
important right
now
was it helped her pain subside.
Once
she had her breathing under control, Mason continued to move toward the bathroom
while
Riker slipped out the clinic door. Thankfully, she was wearing one of those
hospital robe
with
the opening in the back. It saved her from having him pull down her pants. He
set her down
to
relieve herself then waited outside the open door with his back to her. After
she’d done her
business,
Mason held her so she could wash her hands. Big hands, which could turn into
massive
paws
with four-inch razor sharp claws, carefully avoided her injuries with a
bunny-soft touch.
He
asked, “Do you need to do anything else in here?”
She
ran her tongue over her teeth and thought, yuck, slime. then grabbed a plastic-wrapped
toothbrush,
took it out of its packaging, then squirted toothpaste on it and got busy.
“That
it?” He grinned as she finished rinsing.
Well,
since he was holding her up, and she could maneuver the upper part of her body
without
too much pain, she took out a hair brush from its wrapping and began to tackle
her mop.
When
she tried to reach the back of her head, the pull made her wince. He slid the
brush from her
hand
and started to smooth the tangles she couldn’t reach, all while continuing to
support her
with
the strength of his lower body.
As
he placed the brush back on the counter, he rumbled, “Done?”
“Feel
like polishing my nails?” she teased.
“Mani-pedi?”
She
laughed, then grabbed her side.
“Yeah,
we’re done.”
He
swooped her into his strong arms and carried her to the bed, and had her tucked
in as if
she’d
never left. He brought a glass of water to her lips, and she wanted to tell him
she could do
that
for herself, but he seemed to need to do it for her. She noticed how quiet
Mason had been. If
she
had to guess, worry was making him watchful and subdued.
The
door opened and Riker peeked his head inside before pushing it all the way in
for a
woman
to enter. She had a variation of Rose’s mates’ scents, which was weird, but she
discovered
why when Riker said, “This is our sister and our clan’s doctor, Jewel.”
“Are
you the one I have to thank for all these stitches?” Rose arched a brow.
Jewel
looked uncertain but answered, “Yes, Alpha Matriarch.” Words Rose never thought
would
be directed at her; at least she had hoped never to hear them. Though she was
an alpha
wolf
shifter, she never wanted to lead anyone.
Rose
made a point of talking softly when she said, “Thank you for putting me back
together
and
saving my life. I owe you a great debt.”
“You
owe me nothing. We are family and you are the alpha matriarch of our clan. It
was an
honor
to help you.” Jewel came around to the side of the table and began inspecting
Rose’s
wounds.
“I have some medication that will help with the pain until your natural healing
ability
kicks
in.”
“How
long do you think it will take before I’m healed enough to get around on my
own?” I
hate
being an invalid, and it’s particularly embarrassing having to be carried to
the toilet.
“I’m
sorry, Matriarch, but it will be at least ten to fourteen days before we can
take the
stitches
out over your joints. The remainder can come out sooner. I can’t imagine you
being able
to
move comfortably until the worst of the stitches can be removed.”
Jewel
handed Rose her medication and Mason helped her sit up to take it. She wasn’t
too
proud
to admit she needed it, but at least it would be for a short time. She looked
around the
recovery
room, and between the machines and all the medical equipment; it was cold and
sterile.
She
wasn’t going to heal staying in here.
“Can
I return to my room to heal?”
“Yes,
of course, Matriarch,” Jewel answered quickly.
Before
she could even ask, Riker was collecting her into his arms much the same as
Mason
had.
“You direct us, and we’ll take you there.”
Clearly,
she wasn’t going to get any alone time for the foreseeable future. It wasn’t as
if she
didn’t
feel the pull of Mason and Riker. Rose wouldn’t lie to herself—if she hadn’t
been injured
she
might be all over them right now, but the injuries provided more time to get
used to the idea
of
having two mates and becoming a matriarch of her own pack, or clan in this
case. Would they
accept
a wolf as a bear matriarch? She was getting too far ahead of herself.
Lilli Carlisle is a paralegal and author who lives in Ontario, Canada. She is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter; the Toronto Romance Writers. More than just an author, Lilli is a dedicated people watcher, lover of romance novels and 80’s rock, who grew up with a love of reading. Lilli is a firm believer in happy endings and that love is meant to be celebrated and shared.
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