Tiger in the Snow
Healing from a deserved drubbing at the hands of Atlas Leonidus, Siberian tiger shifter Dmitry Alkaev travels from Cairo to Virginia. The strange compulsion leads him to his mate and a fearsome rival. Faced with a modern woman's determination to remain independent, Dmitry unleashes charm and ruthlessness to claim her and, he hopes, redeem his honor.
Tessa Hart's romantic Valentine's Day weekend ends in utter disaster. Fate drops her into the arms of two big, handsome men who both assert their ownership over her. She wants to remain independent, but finds herself inexorably drawn to Dmitry. He's tall, sexy, overbearing, and absolutely certain that she belongs to him. The choice, eventually, is hers. Accepting him means the end of life as she knows it and the beginning of a life she cannot fathom.
Faisal rubbed the sparse scruff on his chin and accepted the gift with what he thought was adult gravity.
“It’s good you do not visit often, you grumpy old tiger,” the jackal said. “You spoil the children.”
“If he ever finds his own mate, he’ll have good practice in spoiling his own children,” Manal retorted as she stroked her hand appreciatively over a lovely silk scarf. The gift was a trifle, but she knew that the tiger would leave a substantial wad of cash when he departed as recompense for the expense of feeding and housing him during his visit. She turned her attention to Dmitry and asked, “How long do you stay?”
“A few days only,” he replied.
“Off on another hunt?” Waleed asked.
“Not this time. I need some time away to clear my mind. I was thinking of going to America.”
“America, the land of distractions,” Waleed scoffed.
Dmitry’s lips twisted in a wry smile and then he said, “I’m in need of distraction. I plan on hiking the great Appalachian Trail.”
“Isn’t there sufficient wilderness in Siberia?”
“I think I’d like to relax in a gentler land for a little while.” He did not add that he felt compelled to go there. Something called him to that land and damned if he could say what it was.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, old friend.”
Hard boiled, scrambled, over easy, and sunny side up: eggs are the musings of Holly Bargo, the pseudonym for the author.
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