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Ember rose onto her paws. Froze when her senses sparked and ears twitched. Something was coming.

They were stealthy, and powerful, moving swiftly towards her, their step sure on the narrow path.

She braced herself, hunkering down as her muscles coiled tight in preparation, ready for a fight in case it was a wild animal looking to hurt her, or one of the males come to catch her.

Or worse, her mother.

Shock danced through her as a large cougar rounded the rocks that edged the cave, a paler shade of gold than any of the others at the creek.

Cobalt.

She would know him anywhere.

His eyes met hers, the corona of forest green that encircled his pupils bright against the gold as he stared her down, a genetic trait that marked him as one of his bloodline and one she loved about him.

She wished her eyes had a shimmer like that when they changed, rather than being regular gold. Her mother had told her once that her father had had a blue corona to his eyes, and that trait was one of the reasons she had been so attracted to him.

Cobalt’s eyes were only a small part of why Ember loved him.

He dropped a rolled up pack at her paws and shifted right in front of her.

Sweet gods, she had seen him nude before, but he was still impressive as he stood before her in all his glory, every inch of him on show. Her breath caught in her throat, stopping the purr that wanted to roll up it at the delicious sight of all that honed muscle and golden skin.

That ache she felt whenever she was near him started again, stronger this time, rocking her and awakening an itch to shift too. The strength of it overwhelmed her, had her panting with need as she gazed at him, recalling how he had looked as he had touched himself and how she wanted to do that too.

She wanted to brush her fingers over every tempting inch of him, over all that glorious hard muscle and soft skin.

He was slow to reach for the pack, and even slower to use the pale grey sweat shorts he pulled out of it to cover himself. Males of her species weren’t embarrassed about being naked after a shift, but the way he took his time called to her, revealed something about him that made it all the harder to resist her need to touch him.

He was enjoying the feel of her eyes on him.

“Everyone is looking for you,” he husked, voice a low rumble that heated her insides and sparked a need to hear him say wicked things in that tone that carried a hint of desire, of hunger that burned in her too. “Apparently you had one heck of a blowout fight with your mother.”

Ember flashed fangs at him, not wanting him to bring it up, and he arched a pale eyebrow at her.

She knew it wasn’t like her to threaten him, or anyone, but she was tired of everything. She was done with it all. And the fact he had come looking for her and knew what had happened only made her feel worse inside, tied her in knots that tugged too tightly, threatening to pull her apart.

She didn’t want everyone at the creek talking about her.

They could be vicious when they wanted, seized rumours like fiends possessed and loved a little gossip far too much. Her heart sank, awareness that by now, the entire creek would be telling tales to each other, amusing themselves with what had happened, weighing it down.

“I get that,” he whispered, as if he knew the direction of her thoughts.

If anyone could sympathise with her, could understand the fresh hurt blooming inside her at just the idea of everyone talking about her behind her back, it was Cobalt.

He crouched and pulled out a pair of black shorts and a pale grey tank. “I should have brought you something warmer. I forgot how cold it gets up this mountain.”

That touched her and soothed some of her hurt, easing her again as she realised he had known where to find her and had been kind enough to bring her something to wear, giving her a sign that he wasn’t going to make her leave right away.

That he was going to give her all the time she needed and was there to talk if she wanted.

She doubted anyone else at the creek would have brought her clothes, or would have been willing to risk the wrath of her mother in order to give her the space and quiet she needed to gather her thoughts.

Ember focused, and far below them in the distance, she heard the faint calls of the others as they searched for her. She should go down and let them know she was fine, but she didn’t want to go, really didn’t want to now that Cobalt was with her and they were finally alone.

He eased onto his backside and offered her the clothes. “I won’t look.”

She wouldn’t care if he did.

In fact, she was feeling a little bold as she looked at him, the fire he had stoked in her giving her the courage to do something a bit wild and reckless as it birthed a desire to have him look at her.

She wanted his eyes on her.

So she shifted before him, rising onto her legs as their bones lengthened and her spine altered, hips widening to support standing upright. Her golden fur swept away to reveal bare pink skin as her tail shrank and disappeared, and her paws morphed into hands, and her face changed, her ears dropping and rounded cheeks narrowing.

Every second of her shift, Cobalt’s eyes grew darker, the banked heat in them shimmering hotter.

It blazed hotter still as she completed her transformation and stood before him, utterly naked. She had never been nude in front of a male before, hadn’t expected to feel so vulnerable as she stood there, bared to him. That sense of vulnerability began to fade as he raked his eyes over her curves though, the flames he fanned in her rising to burn it away and replace it with confidence as his gaze darkened, hunger igniting in it.

His irises shimmered as golden as the morning light.

His pupils as wide and deep as a chasm.

The corona of green around them blazed brighter.

Her confidence only grew, becoming addictive as it swept through her, when she stooped and took the clothes from him, her fingers brushing his, and he hissed in a breath, his eyes leaping to hers, filled with need that made her bold.

She slowly inched into the shorts, teasing him and catching his focus as she wriggled her hips and slipped them up her thighs.

His throat worked on a hard swallow as the elastic reached the apex of her thighs and his eyes darted there. His lips parted as she stole her dark curls from view and pulled the shorts up over her bottom.

Denied the sight of her lower half, his eyes jumped up to her breasts. She felt wicked as she raised her arms and pulled on the tank, as she eased it down and tugged it over her breasts. The soft material hugged them, was so thin it didn’t hide her nipples as they peaked in the cold air.

Cobalt muttered something terse and dragged his eyes away from her.

She felt his pain as he shifted his legs, bending his knees and bracing his bare feet on the rock in front of him. He leaned forwards, a slight twist to his lips as he rested his elbows on his knees.

Gods, the thought that he was hard, that she had aroused him, filled her mind with the image of him on his deck and had her control slipping.

“You want to talk about it?” he muttered gruffly, a dark edge to his voice that sent a thrill through her.

He wanted her, but he was fighting it. Why?

She raked her gaze down the beautiful ink that followed his spine, the symbols etched in black standing out proudly against his skin, and then her eyes drifted up to the nape of his neck.

Hunger flooded her, a wild need that compelled her to sink her fangs into that spot.

To claim him.

“Ember,” he husked, voice strained and tight.

She dragged her eyes away and tamped down that urge. She was pushing him. He was close to his limit and couldn’t take much more of her eyes on him.

If she pushed him over that edge, there was no knowing what he would do. She had power over him, together with his instincts. There was a chance he might lose control around her, that the combination of his urges as her fated male and the mating heat he could feel in her would seize command of him. She had heard tales of males who had lost control in a mating heat and had severely wounded their female.

If that happened, Cobalt would hate himself.

So she sat beside him and pinned her gaze on the sunrise instead, giving him time to rein in his needs and regain control as she did the same.

“Do I want to talk about it?” she murmured, filling the tense silence and hoping that if she talked and gave Cobalt something to focus on, it would make things easier on him. It might make things easier on her too. “About what? The fact that my mother wants to control every aspect of my life and I’m done with it?”

He shrugged stiffly. “That about sums it up… but it’s not like you to run off.”

Ember wished that was true. “It’s just like me to run off. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come to this spot when I was mad at my family.”

He glanced at her, just that brief feel of his eyes on her enough to have her need rising back up again to swamp her. “Well, it’s not like you to run off these days. You used to do it a lot when you were younger.”

Ember risked looking at him, let her eyes linger a little as they traced his noble profile and she took in the way the sunlight played on his skin, and his eyes. They were bright still, but they were back to closer to grey than gold, and the thread of green around his pupils had faded.

When his lips curled in an easy smile, her heart missed a beat.

A true smile.

She hadn’t seen one of those in a long time. Maybe she wasn’t the only one benefitting from being alone with him up on the mountain. Maybe he was gaining something from it too.

“If you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come to this place, then I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been out as one of the search party looking for you.” He turned that dazzling smile on her, and gods, it hit her hard.

Right in the heart.

“Mother overreacts,” she muttered and then frowned at him. “And don’t speak like that… as if there’s centuries between us. You’re only thirty-five years older than me.”

His eyebrows shot up. Surprised she knew his age?

“Besides,” she said in a playful tone and couldn’t hold back her smile. “I remember quite a few times where I’ve been the one out hunting for you when you’ve gone and done something reckless… like the time you thought you could scale Mount Robson and got trapped in an avalanche.”

He scowled and huffed, “That was one time.”

The warmth in his voice as he said that made her smile stretch wider. She liked it when he sounded so relaxed, so at ease around her. She turned her cheek to him and heated inside as his eyes came to land on her, studied her intently as she took in the scenery.

As she looked down at the world.

It seemed so small and so far away, and she felt as if anything happening there couldn’t affect her while she was here, in her own little bubble.

With Cobalt.

“Sometimes,” he murmured softly, “I come here to think too. You did pick a beautiful spot.”

Ember liked the way he said that, as if it belonged to her. If it did, it was the first thing in her life that had. Was there a chance she could make Cobalt the second thing in this world that was hers and hers alone?

Her ears twitched and Cobalt’s focus shifted to the valley below. The calls were getting closer. His eyes landed back on her again.

“Let them sweat a little longer. I need this.” She didn’t take her eyes off the horizon.

“What is this?” His gaze lingered on her face, heating her by degrees as she felt his need to know the answer to that question.

“Peace… quiet.” Ember slid her gaze to meet his. “A world where my mother isn’t trying to palm me off onto a male I don’t want.”

He looked away, a flicker of a frown darkening his face. “Is that what you were fighting about?”

“In a way.” She drew her legs up, wrapped her arms around her knees and stared off into the distance as she shrugged. “I took a leaf out of my mother’s book and turned the male down.”

His eyes darted to her.

Ember glanced at him and savoured the shimmer of awareness in his gaze, one that was edged with a hint of satisfaction and relief that echoed in his emotions, and that heat she fought so hard to deny, a deadly mix of need roused by the season and desire for her fated male, began to build again.

“Your mother only wants what’s best for you, Ember.” He looked as if he wanted to glance away from her as he said that, but he remained staring at her, another emotion rising in his eyes.

Hope.

Ember took that tiny seed for him and nourished it, her senses telling her that he needed only a little push now, a sign that there was a male she wanted, and it wasn’t one her mother would choose.

“My mother doesn’t know what’s best for me, Cobalt.” She twisted towards him, planting her left hand on the cold rock between them. “That decision is mine to make… and mine alone.”

His eyes darkened, hunger flooding them that tugged at her and commanded her to do something. It was now or never. He was open, his defences down, stripped from him by her words.

Ember leaned towards him.

He swallowed hard and muttered distractedly, “I have to move away from you… or I’m going to lose it.”

Surprise claimed her as he shot to his feet, his words echoing in her mind and setting fire to her body as she realised he could feel her need and he wanted to act on it.

A thrill swept through her, electricity that lit her up inside and worsened the fierce ache in her belly and her chest, one born of her maturing and the other a beat that had drummed there since the day she had noticed Cobalt for the first time.

“We should go back down.” His eyes flickered between her and the ledge, and he looked as if he was considering jumping in order to get away from her.

She wasn’t going to let it happen, not this time.

She rose to her feet, claiming his focus again, and her heart raced as she lined the words up on her tongue. “Just a little longer. Give me five more minutes alone up here… with you.”

Something changed in him as those last two words left her lips.

His expression rapidly shifted from a mix of despair and agony, to a striking blend of hunger and need that made him more handsome than ever.

More alluring than ever.

Ember didn’t even have time to register the feelings that poured through her or the instinct that seized her, pushing her to claim him.

One moment she was standing a metre from him.

The next, she was as close to him as she could get, her aching body brushing his as his hand closed tightly around the wrist he now held above his right shoulder and his left arm banded around her waist, crushing her against his chest as he dipped his head.

Claimed her lips in a soul-searing kiss.

Continue reading Craved by
her Cougar if you like: 

• Fated Mates
• Second Chance Romance
• Over Protective Hero
• Bear Shifters & Cougar Shifters
• Fixer Upper Hero

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“I can’t believe it’s you… that you’re really here… or that there are men after us. Everything just seems so… crazy. Surreal. Like a dream. Or a nightmare.”

Knox offered his hand to her, his blue eyes earnest and open. “I’m real enough.”

She looked at his hand, tempted to take it. He had big hands. Strong, capable hands. They were as rugged as the rest of him, looked as if they could handle lifting logs and chopping wood with ease, or knocking a man out with a single punch, yet whenever he had touched her, they had been soft and gentle, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her burn for him.

Skye shifted her hand towards his. Stopped herself at the critical moment and reached for one of the glasses instead. She drew it to her and lowered her gaze to it, and Knox sighed and took his hand back, snagging the other glass on the way.

“This is…” Knox sighed again, making her want to look at him to see whether he was as conflicted as he sounded. “This is strange for me too. It’s been a while since I last saw you, but it feels like only yesterday. Like the years just disappeared the moment I set eyes on you again.”

She felt that too, but kept it to herself. She didn’t feel it all the time. Sometimes, like now, she felt every day of those two years, the hurt she had felt in the weeks following their night together echoing inside her.

“Don’t worry about it. So you seduced me, left before I woke and I never heard from you again. There’s absolutely no need for you to apologise to me.”

“I did just save you.”

“That’s debatable.” She looked at Knox again, needing to hear him tell her that everything was going to be all right and needing him to confirm her suspicions. “They’re going to come up here, aren’t they? They’re going to come for us.”

He closed his eyes and nodded, and when he opened them again, steely resolve darkened his blue irises, that look in them all she needed to feel safe again.

“When they get here, I’ll be ready for them.”

Continue reading Saved by her Bear if you like: 

• Fated Mates
• Second Chance Romance
• Over Protective Hero
• Bear Shifters
• Fixer Upper Hero

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “This series has been the perfect read.” – Amazon Review for Black Ridge Bears

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“You’re not kidding. You don’t even have an indoor toilet!”

And there it was.

His pride took a direct hit and he growled at her, bared short fangs as she looked ready to launch another salvo at him. Her lips compressed and he sensed the fight in her, how fiercely she had to battle herself to stop herself from uttering another insult.

So his home was a little more basic than what they had at Cougar Creek. Who cared?

He turned his cheek to her as it hit him that she did. She cared.

And for some godsdamned reason that made him care too.

“The cabin is old,” he grumbled, anger towards her swift to morph into anger towards himself. He didn’t need to explain why his cabin lacked one of the most basic of facilities. He didn’t have to explain anything to her.

Wasn’t as if he wanted her approval after all.

“I can’t pee out there in the freezing cold!” She tossed another disgruntled look at the open door, at the white-washed world beyond it.

Saint opened the cupboard to his left, close to the stairs, and pulled out a chamber pot. He regretted it the moment he offered it to her, as her wide eyes leaped between him and it, going back and forth so many times he was sure she was going to make herself dizzy.

“Good gods, no.” She turned her nose up at it, and then some of her bravado slipped as she cast a glance at the outside world and her voice dropped to a hushed murmur. “I’ll go outside because I’m not having you standing over me.”

Saint shoved the pot back in the cupboard and kicked the door closed. “You’ll have me standing over you either way. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“Not a chance. I’m not peeing with you anywhere near me.”

“It’s the chamber pot or a sixty-foot trek through the snow. Be thankful Lowe cleared a path to the outhouse. Only other option is crouching in three feet of snow…” He looked out at the grey morning, at the snow whipping past the cabin. “Might be more by now. Might not even have a path to follow to the outhouse.”

She pressed her thighs harder together, and he couldn’t believe how seriously she was debating this, or how big a problem it was for her. All she had to do was cop a squat on the chamber pot or brave the weather. She was acting as if he was asking her to scale Mount Everest to reach a toilet.

“Sooner or later, Holly, you’re going to have to go. You’re not going to have a choice in the matter either. You really have so much pride that you would rather wet yourself?”

Her eyes widened again and she looked ready to hit him as a blush burned her cheeks.

“Fine.” She huffed. “Is there at least toilet paper in the outhouse?”

He frowned at her and went for his shirt, plucking it off the back of the couch. “We’re not that uncivilised. Plenty of paper for your delicate parts.”

He stilled with his arm halfway into his left sleeve and looked at her, suddenly aware of her again, of those feminine curves she hid beneath thick layers of protective clothing. Her gaze scalded his chest, heat back in it that said he wasn’t the only one whose thoughts were rolling down dangerous routes.

Wicked routes.

When she looked ready to bolt out into the storm to escape him, he quickly pulled his shirt on and buttoned it, and closed the distance between them again. He reached over her, every fibre of him aware of how close she was to him, how she didn’t move to distance herself, just stood there and let him be near her. He breathed deep as he grabbed his coat, savouring her scent of sweet berries, his mouth watering at the thought of dropping his head and tasting her lips.

He hadn’t been born yesterday, knew that her complaint about the fire being too hot had been a flimsy excuse to cover what had really been happening to her. She wanted him. She wanted him with the same ferocity as he wanted her, only it frightened her.

Hell, maybe it frightened him a little too.

He had never felt like this around anyone before her—torn, confused, unsure what the hell he was doing, craving the feel of her eyes on him.

Hungry and wild for her.

She swallowed hard and twisted away from him, kept her gaze fixed on the storm as he pulled his coat on.

There was a tremble in her voice as she said, “Is it day?”

“It’s day. Late morning maybe. Not going to get much lighter than this.” He stepped up behind her, unable to deny the ache to be closer to her, to see how close she would allow him to get.

When he inched a little closer, she tensed, and then hurried forwards.

“Round the back, right?” She was quick to rush for the steps, and he chuckled as the wind caught her and she was forced to brace herself, was almost toppled into the deep snow.

Saint closed the door behind him and took hold of her arm, his grip firm. “Let me show you the way, my lady.”

She huffed at him, but didn’t make him release her, just accepted his hand on her. He kept her close to him as the wind battered them, as snow bit into his face and hands. She bent her head, muttering things beneath her breath he couldn’t make out over the howl of the storm. Reaching the outhouse was slow going, and his fingers were numb by the time he spied it through the snow.

“That’s a big toilet,” she muttered, teeth chattering in a way he didn’t like. She was getting cold too.

“It’s a few things in one building. Larder. Storage. Bathroom.” He tried to pick up the pace to stop her from freezing, only she didn’t match his speed and he almost ended up dragging her along behind him.

“Gods!” she bit out as a particularly brutal gust of wind picked snow up and hurled it at both of them, plastering her front.

“Come on. Not far now.” He pushed himself forwards, determined to get to the outhouse, because she wasn’t the only one who needed to go to the toilet now. The cold had tipped him over the edge too.

“Lovely weather we’re having.” Her breezy tone made him smile.

“And now you know why I hate winter.” He tucked her behind him as wind scoured the Ridge again, shielding her from the worst of it. He had to release her to keep her there, but any fear she would make a break for it disappeared as she fisted the back of his jacket, clinging to him.

“You make a good wind blocker.” She nestled a little closer to him and muttered something about how warm he was.

She had to be freezing if she thought he was warm, because he was so cold that he was sure his balls were about to fall off.

“Why, thank you.” He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the wooden hut and tugged the door open. “Here you go. Door to door service.”

He lifted his left arm and looked under it, wanted to smile again as she poked her head around him, but his face was frozen. She was quick to dash for the cover of the bathroom and even quicker to slam the door in his face.

Saint remained behind the cover of the building and relieved himself, made fast work of it as the cold chilled him. He tucked himself away and zipped up, moved back to the door and waited. When more than a few minutes had passed, he rapped his knuckles on it.

“What’s the hold-up?” he grumbled. “It’s fucking freezing out here.”

Her soft voice came through the door. “I can’t go… you’ll hear me.”

He scoffed at that. “I’m standing in a roaring blizzard. I’ll hear nothing.”

She muttered, “You will.”

Saint rolled his eyes and searched for a solution, something other than offering to move away from the door because he wasn’t going to leave her unguarded. “I can sing, then I won’t hear you.”

Not that he would hear her even if he didn’t sing, but maybe it would set her at ease.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” Her voice was louder now as another blast of wind cut across the flat valley bottom. “It might be more off-putting.”

He chuckled at that. Humour. It was out of place, but it made him feel she was growing more comfortable around him now.

When he remained silent, she softly said, “Saint? Could you sing?”

He leaned his back to the wall, jammed his hands in his pockets and did as she had asked, singing an old country song she was sure to take the piss out of him over, pointing out how uncultured he was because he didn’t know any modern tunes.

He hadn’t made it far into the song before the door to his left opened. He stopped and looked at Holly, caught the awkward edge to her gaze as she lowered it to the snow and then lifted it again, meeting his.

“You have a nice singing voice.”

That soft admission took him aback, had him standing there staring at her like an idiot. It was the first time someone had told him that.

Rather than trying to think of what to say in response, he muttered, “We should get back, before we both freeze.”

She nodded and stepped down from the hut, closed the door behind her and started along the path ahead of him. He drifted along behind her, a strange sensation growing inside him, one that warmed him. Because she had admired his singing voice?

Pride swelled inside him, had him walking a little taller.

They were halfway to the cabin when a gust of wind came out of nowhere, making him almost lose his footing on the compacted snow.

Holly lost hers.

She slipped and her arms flailed, a shriek ripping from her as she started to go down. Saint lunged for her, grabbed her arm before she hit the deck and kept her on her feet. Barely. He pulled her up and she stumbled into him, slid again and braced her hand against his chest. Her grey-green eyes darted to his.

Hunger rolled through him, had him close to growling as his gaze fell to her lips, as a need to kiss her crashed over him. He stared at her mouth, wanted to groan as her lips parted in response, as his heart pounded a frantic beat against his ribs—against her palm.

The temptation to kiss her was great, but before he could muster the courage to bend his head and capture her lips, he noticed how badly she was trembling.

“You shaking because of the cold or because you’re scared of me?” he husked, praying to the gods it was the former, even when he didn’t like the thought of her being cold. It was better than the thought that she feared him.

Holly eased closer to him, openly seeking his warmth in a way that made him want to growl. “I’m freezing.”

It was strange but addictive to have her this close to him, pressed up against him, even if she was only trying to steal his heat. He dialled back his need, caged his urges, and placed his arm around her. He tucked her against him, waiting for the inevitable protest.

She said nothing, just nestled closer to him, sinking into his side as they walked. Her steps were too slow for his liking, her breathing too shaky. He faced her, bent his knees, and scooped her up into his arms. She didn’t even protest then. She sighed and snuggled up to him, her breath warm on his neck.

Gods, it felt good to hold her like this.

To take care of her.

It felt right.

Continue reading Stolen by her Bear if you like: 

• Fated Mates
• Enemies-to-Lovers
• Over Protective Hero
• Bear Shifters
• Forced Proximity
• Mistaken Identity

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “This series has been the perfect read.” – Amazon Review for Black Ridge Bears

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Another wonderfully, creative and well-crafted series that has plenty of what you need and more.” – Amazon Review for Black Ridge Bears