He’s found his true mate at last—but she’s caught in a deadly trap.
Australian Xander Moore is one of a secret cadre of humans who can shift into the form of a snow leopard. His predator side is gorgeous and deadly. He’s also lonely. Somewhere out there is his true mate … if he can find her before the Triggers destroy them all.
To the team he leads in search of the brutal Triggers, Xander is known for his calm strength in the midst of danger. But when he glimpses the mate he’s dreamt of for years, he’s torn between the mission and his instinctive drive to protect and claim. Xander loses focus, leading to dire consequences.
British visitor Rachel Bell is caught in a trap. Her boyfriend’s offer of a job to extend her visa has turned into forced servitude in his bar. The night he beats her and locks her in their apartment, she’s desperate enough to get help the only way she can—by starting a fire.
When her abuser attacks her brave rescuers, Rachel discovers she herself may be a deadly weapon. Is she brave enough to unleash her shocking new abilities and save them all?
Rachel woke with a start as a loud snort filled the air. She opened her eyes to find Rocco sprawled out beside her fast asleep and snoring. There goes any chance to sleep in for me. With a sigh, she rolled over and slid from the mattress. She attempted to stand but had to sit back down when cramps wracked her lower belly. Pressing her palms against the pain, she silently cursed Rocco. He’d been rough with her after he’d crawled into bed earlier this morning. Taking a deep breath, she slowly rose to her feet and shuffled into the bathroom. Hopefully a steamy shower would help ease things.
As the hot water hit her body it soothed her muscles, and her nerves. He’d been in a foul mood all night—ever since he’d seen her admirer in Classic Convicts. She’d heard the waitresses gossiping about how Rocco had attempted to take the guy on but Jimmy had stepped in to smooth things over and toss the guy from the building. A grin tugged at her mouth. She would love to see her mystery man hand Rocco his ass in a fight. Rocco acted tough, and the man was built well. Years in gyms meant he had the muscles to back his mouth up. In theory. When it came down to it, Rocco didn’t like getting his own hands dirty. Rachel was certain it had been years since Rocco had been in any physical altercations.
Once she’d scrubbed her body clean and washed her hair, she turned off the shower and stepped out from behind the curtain… and screamed.