Sarah Cole is a shape-shifter who is always in control that is until she meets sexy Kiwi vet, Travis Hunter.
He has a way of rattling her cool exterior and seeing the real her like no lover ever has. But, in Sarah's experience, relationships between shifters and humans just don't work.
If that wasn't enough to deal with Sarah decides to rescue a cursed Amur leopard who needs her help to become human again.
Can Sarah save the shifter and her heart, or will her cat's eyes only see the damage that magic wreaks on the unsuspecting.
Excerpt:
Sarah placed the wine on the farmhouse-style table—not that there
was much space for the bottle—paperwork and newspapers piled three and four
high left little room for anything else. After she poured out two large glasses
she stepped through to the tiny living room and took a seat on the dated sofa.
There seemed to be a broken spring in the center as she sank down deeply.
She didn't get far with her future plans before she heard the creak
of floorboards above her and the sound of the boiler in the kitchen switching
off. Two more minutes and Travis was back in a T-shirt and jeans, his hair
glistening with water droplets and his face was still unshaved. How the hell am I supposed to think about my
future now! The familiar tingle accosted her body, and she felt every
feminine urge in her whisper Him. We want
him." The unfamiliar warmth rose from her chest to her temples.
"Are you hot? You're looking a little bit flushed." His
forehead creased, giving him a V between his brows. He was very cute when he worried.
"Must be the wine. It does that to me sometimes." Nice lie. All wine ever did was make her
horny—and right now, it was doing a fantastic job of that.
Travis disappeared into the kitchen and returned minutes later with
two heavily laden plates. He placed them on the coffee table in front of them.
"Wouldn't it be easier to eat at the kitchen table?"
Tipping her head back, she reacquainted herself with the table—paper mountain. "Hmm,
perhaps not." She could probably cope with snuggling up next to him on the
sofa.
Sarah moved to allow room for Travis, but as he took his place next
to her, the seat dipped more than Sarah expected and she fell sideways, her
upper body landing on Travis's lap. He smelled of a mountain stream in a forest
glade: fresh and woodsy. His aroma was making her light-headed. It couldn't be
the wine; she was much tougher than that. It had to be him. She was taking way
to long to move…again.
"As comfy as this couch is, that broken spring usually pisses
me off, but right now, not so much."
He smiled, and she thought she would lose
herself in his eyes, but she also had the odd sensation of being safe and warm
and something else that she couldn't pinpoint. Mildly alarmed by these feelings,
she began to move away when he stopped her and his lips met hers. All of a
sudden, she understood what she'd been missing before. He made her feel as if
she'd come home.
