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A Sanctuary Novel: Book II
by Mel Favreaux
Genre Paranormal Romance
Tags Werewolves, were-tigers, shape shifters, Native Americans.
Release March 28, 2014
Editor Gloria Oren
Line Editor Judy Roth
Cover Designer Cora Graphics
Being the only were-tiger in a predominantly werewolf sanctuary wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but Amber Vaughn was glad to be able to rest easy. Emotionally and physically scarred from a traumatic childhood, her close relationship with the Alpha male and the incomparable bond she shares with his new mate, Casey, were unique.
In five years, she’d gone from beat-down oppression to Braedyn Walker’s second in command. While not ruthless, her strength and speed had served their community well.
Coming to terms with years of emotional turmoil, she found love, something she’d never considered possible, in the arms of a Guardian, Dean Maynard, Casey’s brother. An officer who polices supernatural, paranormal, and preternatural beings, his job was to protect the world from beings like her.
A relationship between a human and a Were could work, even when not designed by the fates. Dean is attacked by a werewolf, and ready or not, Amber’s newfound love is yanked from her grasp. There is no way the fates would condone a union between a tiger and a wolf.
Conflicted between her love, honor, and duty, does Amber have what it takes to handle the emotional turmoil or will she shut down again?
Dean gave her time to get settled before searching for her. If she was taking a nap, there was no reason why he couldn’t snuggle up and enjoy one as well.
The Sorenson mansion contained too many guest suites, sitting rooms, and geez, a library on each floor. Was that really necessary? After about the fifth room, the telltale sound of a shower informed him where she was. Closing the door behind himself, he thumbed the lock, too.
Creeping through the room, he stood in the doorway, watching her through the large glass encased shower. Clenching his jaw and letting out a measured breath, Dean tried to calm the wave of desire that slammed into him.
The water must have felt good because she leaned against the tile under the spray for a few minutes before turning it off. Dean placed himself just outside the shower door, and opened it, holding the towel out for her.
“I’m trying not to look.”
Amber laughed and stepped out. He wrapped her in the towel and smiled. “What are you doing up here?”
His gaze lingered over her. She was a damned sexy sight wrapped in nothing but a towel, her long, curly, wet locks drooping over her shoulder. He cleared his throat. “My intention was to sneak in and have a cat nap with you. I didn’t know you were in the shower…and then, I guess I couldn’t help myself.” The muscle in his jaw twitched.
“Maybe you should go back into the bedroom while I dry off and dress?”
How noble of the Tigress to try and place his health before…He placed a hand against his chest, weighing against the possibility of pain. “I’m still not feeling any—”
Laughing again, she used the edge of the towel to wipe the water from her face. “Do you really want to press your luck? You may need what reserves you have built up.”
He chewed his lip, thinking over his options.
She grinned and pointed to the bedroom. “Go, I’ll be out in a minute.”
With a sigh, he backed out, closing the door. Sitting on the foot of the bed, he kicked off his boots and pulled off the heavy flannel shirt. Dean knew he should be cautious and not try and press his luck, but found himself incredibly amorous from watching her shower.
The bathroom door opened. Amber came out. Her hair had been wrung through and towel dried, but she was still wearing the towel.
“I…I left my clothes out here.”
Dean saw her bag was on the floor in the corner of the room. Someone had swung by the hotel and retrieved their things. Raising a brow, he looked at her. “You don’t wear clothes to sleep.”
“I don’t want to make this difficult for you…”
He shook his head. “Well, that was pretty much a moot point once I walked into the bathroom and saw you naked.” Rising from the bed, Dean walked over to her. She clutched the towel just over her breasts. Giving the back of her hand a gentle stroke, he moved to her shoulder.
Amber closed her eyes and let out a breath. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Do you want me?” he inquired caressing the other arm, watching her reaction.
“You know I do.”
Leaning close, he saw a few water beads on her shoulder she’d failed to dry and blew, just before licking them off.
“Dean, I don’t want to hurt you and…” She hissed when his lips closed over her ear lobe, giving it a tender nip. “I don’t know if I can be…gentle.” Opening her eyes, Amber looked into his. Concern and worry wrinkled her brow.
Pulling her close, he kissed her. The restraint she used waned sooner than he’d expected. The towel drifted to the floor, but Amber still refrained from touching him. He moved his hands to her waist, tracing delicate designs in the small of her back. Her soft moan spurred further exploration.
She shivered when he moved to her neck, rubbing the scruff of his two-day beard, remembering how it had turned her on before. Moaning, her hands sought the tail of his shirt and lifted it over his head.
He saw the fear in her eyes when she inspected his wounds. Chancing a glance himself, Dean noted while there were still angry slash marks, the gashes were sealed and the stitches looked like they’d already come out. She studied his torso, moving her fingers around the edges.
Dean laughed, capturing her hands in his. “That tickles, babe. I’m okay, see?” Flexing the muscles in his chest, he ran her hands down his belly so she could feel it, too.
Cocking a brow, her fingers hooked in his waistband, pulling him closer.