Two wounded souls courageously unite to vanquish a ruthless predator in Doranna Durginâs highly emotional new romance.â¦
Like the Siberian tiger he can transform into, Maks Altán is a strong, ferocious fighter whoâs incredibly protective of his Sentinel kin. But thanks to a debilitating injury, he feels anything but fierce. That is, until he is sent to guard Katie Maddox, a gorgeous healer who awakens a dangerous lust within him. Problem is, in the shifter world, Katieâs deer alter ego is easy preyâ¦and much too tempting for Maks.
As unnamed danger lurks just beyond her awareness, Katie has doubtsâabout her abilities, her role in the Sentinels and the strange desire she feels toward her new protector. But somehow, the wounded predator and his wary prey must ignore their instincts, their fears and their dangerous attraction to each other in order to defeat their common enemy!
It was the desire that rose between them now, pushing back at Katie until she jerked herself free.
No. Not free. Hunger still washed over her skin, leaving a flood of warmth and fluttering sensation in its wake. It left her in thrall, aware of every whisper of air across her skin, every tingle of sensation. Maks lay heavy against her, leaving her aware of the soft flannel of his shirt, the muscle beneath, the breadth of his shoulders.
He was so big. He was tiger. What had she even been thinking, to haul him into her lap for healing?
What had she been thinking, to linger and to explore the whispering fugue of confusion clinging around him?
What the hell was she thinking, to look down into those green eyes and lower her mouth to his?
DORANNA DURGIN
spent her childhood filling notebooks first with stories and art, and then with novels. After obtaining a degree in wildlife illustration and environmental education, she spent a number of years deep in the Appalachian Mountains. When she emerged, it was as a writer who found herself irrevocably tied to the natural world and its creaturesâand with a new touchstone to the rugged spirit that helped settle the area and which she instills in her characters.
Dorannaâs first fantasy novel received the 1995 Compton Crook/Stephen Tall Award for best first book in the fantasy, science-fiction and horror genres; she now has fifteen novels of eclectic genres, including paranormal romance, on the shelves. When sheâs not writing, Doranna builds webpages, enjoys photography and works with horses and dogs. You can find a complete list of her titles at www.doranna.net.
Dear Reader,
To some extent, weâre born who we are. Weâre formed and refined by our environment and experience, and if weâre smart, we never stop growing.
Maks Altán and Katie Rae Maddox know what Iâm talking about. Both are Sentinels, humans born with an alter ego tied deeply to their soulsâan alter ego that eventually expresses itself in shape-shifting. Circumstances led Maks to change early and often; he and his Siberian tiger are much more deeply integrated than most. Circumstances drove Katie to a heightened sensitivity of her Chinese water deer natureâa rare prey shifter that makes her way too vulnerable in the midst of a warrior-like Sentinel society.
They knew who they were, right from the start. The question is, what can this deer and her tiger becomeâtogether? And can they overcome not only their beginnings and their natures, but their shared enemy plans for them?
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Doranna
Chapter 1
Maks clawed back to himself, hand braced against old brick, the quiet engine of a shuttle bus in the background...small-town street traffic passing nearby. Mortar crumbled beneath his fingers.
Not getting better.
Getting worse.
Not that he hadnât known it when heâd talked his way back into Sentinel field statusâeven if no one else had guessed.
âMommy, look at that man!â said a young voice, bright and curious. âIs he going to throw up?â
âYou never know.â Brisk retreating footsteps drove the tight voice. âLetâs leave him alone.â
Maks opened his eyes, knowing it was too soon. Knowing that the red brick of the shuttle bus depot would strobe with his accelerated heartbeat, in and out of double vision, in and out of reality. He caught the merest glimpse of a little boy trotting awayâpulled along a little too fast for comfort, casting a look over his shoulder, stumblingâ
Maks growled. Softly, but a growl nonethelessâfighting the protective urge to pluck the boy up and away.
Control, Maks.
Not much of that lately.
Just as well that he could do no more than roll his shoulders against summer-warmed brick and focus on where he was and what he was doing here.