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.
Excerpt - Chapter 3
She picked herself off the ground, wincing at the various aches and pains that lingered from having been shoved down the embankment and crashing into various rocks and small, woody plants before coming to rest against the somewhat sturdier trunk of a tree. She looked up. No how, no way was she going to be able to climb back up to the highway to hitch a ride. The only way forward was to go deeper into the woods. The theme from Deliverance echoed in her brain.
Shivers wracked her body. Frigid temperatures numbed her fingers and toes. She slipped and slid and tumbled on a slick mixture of snow and general forest debris. Her clothes were soaked through. At least it wasn’t windy. She wished she had kept her coat on in the car, but the interior of Derek’s Lexus was so toasty and comfortable she hadn’t needed to wear it.
The thought of Derek brought the welcome warmth of rage. Their last conversation ran through her mind. They had stopped, taken a quick step outside the car to take advantage of a scenic overlook. The romantic proposal she had anticipated never happened. Instead he made her proposition which resulted in an even quicker argument about her unsuitability as a wife. She’d yelled and slapped him. He shoved. She’d stumbled and fell and tumbled down, down, down... Damn the Virginia Department of Transportation for not installing a fence or guardrail there.
Tessa looked upward at the dimming sky. Considering that the winter sun had shone brightly overhead when they stopped, several hours had passed while she lay unconscious. Derek had wasted neither time nor energy calling for assistance.
The rat bastard had left her there to die. Since she had refused to be his mistress, he would find her disappearance convenient. She clenched her jaws and hoped for the gratifying opportunity to get her hands on him so she could throttle the jerk. Her shoulders drooped as righteous anger evaporated. The likelihood that she really would have the opportunity to exact a little vengeance looked pretty remote.
She shivered as cold sank bone deep and chilled the warmth of outrage. She was lost, freezing, hungry, and so damned tired.
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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