Blurb:
Caged in a laboratory with two very sexy
men, will Beth escape or fall prey to the insatiable shifters?
Dr. Elizabeth Clark’s life turns upside down when the Druiks
kidnap her, and take her to Druik Void, located in a future realm. Caged like
an animal in a laboratory filled with humanoid specimens from other dimensions,
she endures experimental surgery. Zandor and Thryll, two very sexy
shape-shifters trapped with her, persuaded her to escape with them.
Will Beth survive the frantic journey to safety? Or will she
fall prey to the insatiable shifters?
Excerpt:
“Back down,
cat, or I will arrange another taste of the prod. You are nothing here. I will
keep you for as long as it pleases me and do to you as I wish. You will soon
learn to comply—they all do. Your circumstances would improve considerably if
you would agree to my wishes.”
The cage
bars shook violently. “Never. I will tear apart any female you place with me.
Do you think that I possess compassion, Pic? You will die slowly when my
brothers arrive, and arrive they will.”
The doctor,
Pic, leaned toward the cage and grinned. “Only a fool would pit the hapless
troops of a mythical goddess against the Druik’s weaponry. I know what you are,
cat. I will enjoy watching your training. Soon you will kneel before me and do
my bidding.”
Beth turned to view the new inmate, his cage
only an arm span away. He stood naked, his back rippling with fury, and shook
the cage, his massively muscled arms bulging. The laboratory fell silent as if
a great storm raged. All faces turned toward the creature and cowered. His
anger thundered so violently, Beth expected lightning to shoot from his
fingertips at any moment. As the doctor turned and walked from view a slow,
deep growl, sent shivers down her spine. She gripped the bars, her attention
fixed on her fellow prisoner’s awesome beauty. Sweat flowed in rivulets between
rock-hard muscles bunched across broad shoulders. She licked her lips
mesmerized by a single droplet’s hypnotic trail wetting a tantalizing path down
his spine to disappear between the cleft in his impressively muscled ass. His
long legs quivered and with every delectable movement, taut muscle slid
delightfully beneath skin the color of warm honey. His hair hung in a long,
shaggy mane and appeared to glow in every shade of amber. The russet, fire, and
sunburst streaks danced like flames in the overhead lights. He turned
aggressively to follow the retreating back of his captor and her stomach
twisted. His profile resembled a Michelangelo statue, chiseled yet darkly
angelic. The lights in the laboratory dimmed, followed by the now-familiar
whoosh of the food dispensers.
Once again, he shook the cage violently.
“You have
been warned, Pic.”
She pressed
her cheek against the cold bars and groaned. Dear God, that cage won’t hold him. He’s going to break out of there
and kill us all. As if he read her thoughts, his attention shifted to her.
His wild, amber gaze slid over her without compassion. His lips drew back, and
he hissed displaying long, white fangs. She recoiled at his cat-like teeth and
trembled at the uncontrollable rage reflected in eyes dancing with streaks of
liquid fire. His nose wrinkled and he growled in frustration before lowering
his voice to a murmur, but she caught every word.
“What is
this place?”
In fear for
her life, she backed away until cold bars dug into her back. This man was
dangerous with a capital D. She stared at him in disbelief, her eyes opening so
wide they hurt while her mouth seemed incapable of forming a reply. He dropped
his head, defeated, and took a deep, shuddering breath. Hair streaked with molten
gold cascaded over his shoulders and covered his face, sticking in wet strands
to his cheeks.
“Do not fear me. My anger is for those who
hold us against our will.” A purr rumbled from deep in his chest and he slowly
raised his head. His soft, sensuous voice fell over her like a warm hug.
She met his
gaze no longer afraid. “I don’t really know where we are, but it’s obvious
they’re not letting us out any time soon. I believe we’re a collection of
different species for an experiment of sorts.”
“There are
many enemies here, Human.” His gaze drifted around the room and he sniffed as
if tasting the air. “Would seem we have only one other to our alliance.” He
indicated with his chin toward a girl with wings in a nearby cage. “Mayhap the
Fae female and us. The others, by the stink clinging to their bodies, are Rams
of one herd or another. Have you seen any other Pride brothers?”
“Pride
brothers?”
“Other males
that look like me.” He rolled his eyes as if she should recognize the name.
“No.”
“Wonderful.” He turned and sank to the floor
in one fluid movement. He crossed his long legs, straightened his spine, and
faced her. Large hands with long, strong fingers rested on his knees. Beth
watched him in fascination her attention fixated on the massive cock nestling
between his legs. Jesus, I need to get a
grip, I’m a doctor, not a nymphomaniac.
“Human.” He
tapped on the bars to get her attention.
Heat crept
into her cheeks and she slowly lifted her gaze to look at his delectably sinful
face.
“You have not seen a Pride male before, have
you?” He raised one perfect brow and sighed then his eyes slowly changed color
from molten amber to pools of amethyst velvet.
Beth blinked in disbelief. “No, I haven’t seen
anything like you in my life.”
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