Hunted by a
Jaguar, the fourth book in New York Times
best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is
now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a
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Here’s more
about Hunted by a Jaguar, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance
novel.
Hunted by a Jaguar (Eternal Mates Romance
Series Book 4)
Felicity Heaton
A jaguar shifter with a dark secret, Kyter has spent his entire life running from his demons. When a tragedy takes him back to his pride’s village, he is set on a path of vengeance that will see him collide with the terrible ghosts of his past and a beautiful vision of his future.
Felicity Heaton
A jaguar shifter with a dark secret, Kyter has spent his entire life running from his demons. When a tragedy takes him back to his pride’s village, he is set on a path of vengeance that will see him collide with the terrible ghosts of his past and a beautiful vision of his future.
Iolanthe deals in finding artefacts for
discerning clients, but this time her client is one of the deadliest men in
Hell and her mission has the highest stakes imaginable. Failure is not an
option when your life is on the line, but things take a dangerous turn when she
crosses paths with a handsome and mysterious male on the hunt for the same
artefact—a male who declares she is his eternal mate.
Can Iolanthe resist Kyter’s wicked allure
and find the artefact before he does? Can Kyter face his demons and win the
heart of his fated female? Or will this deadly game of cat and mouse claim both
of their lives?
Hunted by a
Jaguar is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook,
Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the
links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/hunted-by-a-jaguar-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Hunted by a Jaguar – Excerpt
Kyter strode across the strip of worn
tarmac and swung his leg over the motorbike parked near the red brick wall.
It sank lower as it cushioned his weight
and he patted the sleek black fuel tank of the classic motorcycle he had owned
for almost two decades now. She was a thing of beauty and he doubted he could
love anything as much as he loved her, or anything could come close to matching
her looks. She was all spit and fire, chrome and black. A wild lady with a
fierce growl.
He turned the key and she roared to life.
Kyter slung the backpack on, kicked the
stand up, and switched the lights on. He revved the engine and pulled away,
heading along the slick alley towards the main street, the bike’s growl
reverberating around the brick buildings on either side of him.
When he hit the main street, he banked left
and accelerated, speeding through the quiet night towards his destination.
A fae town.
It was the closest one to his club and he
had been there countless times. How many of those times had he crossed paths
with the male he was going to look for tonight? He didn’t want to think about
that or the fact he could have found out his father’s location years ago and
his mother would have still been alive.
The journey passed swiftly, a mixture of
motorways and narrow country roads. Dawn was coming as he rolled down the
gravel driveway of a palatial sandstone mansion and parked his bike beside a
huge black Bentley. He turned off the engine and eased his leg over the bike,
coming to face the mansion. Light fae lived in the grand estate. He wasn’t here
to see them.
He walked to the right of the mansion, into
the woods there, and found the entrance to the town set into a large mound of
rock. He pushed the heavy iron gate open and stepped into the darkness,
following the slick steps in a sweeping curve downwards into the gloom.
A golden glow lit the end of the tunnel as
it levelled out and the scents of the town rolled over him. Herbs. Spices.
Blood. Sex. This fae town dealt in everything. He followed the tunnel until it
opened out onto a high ledge at the edge of the enormous cavern. Below him,
stone buildings covered the huge base of the cavern, groups of different styles
marking the different districts.
To his left, the tightly packed hotchpotch
collection of white square flat-roofed structures of different heights left
little room for the thousands of fae who passed along the narrow streets
between them.
The witches’ district.
It was always bustling with activity, no
matter the time of day or night. Most of the fae, demons and other species who
visited the town headed there, looking for a potion or a spell.
Amidst the single-storey dwellings were
some with two or more levels and bright colourful signs painted on their walls.
Others had tattered jewel-coloured canopies reaching out from them, almost
touching the canopy of the building opposite as their owners fought for space
in the cramped town.
The scents wafting up to him grew stronger,
rising from the copper stills, thatched baskets, and terracotta or stone jars
that were on display outside the stores in the witches’ district.
Kyter turned away from the town and walked
down the carved stone steps to his left that followed the curve of the cavern
wall and led down into the town, ending near the witches’ district. Before he
reached the bottom, he stopped and scanned the buildings again, seeking the
demons’ district.
Banners hung on the walls of the largest
buildings that lined the edges of the town, built into the rock. Some were
covens, but most belonged to other fae species. He knew the mark of a local
pride of tiger shifters and always avoided the area at the far end of the town
because of it. He still remembered the day when a wolf pack had set up home
right next to the tigers. It hadn’t gone down well. They had ended up dragging
the ogres into the fight and several blocks of the town had been flattened.
If it hadn’t been for the quick thinking of
the local succubus clan who resided in the glaringly red four-storey building
at that end of the town, the damage would have been far worse. They had
employed their charms though, easily winning over the shifters and the ogres.
Make love, not war. A motto he had lived by once.
Now he was out to make war.
He spotted the demons’ district off to his
right on his side of the cavern. The single storey buildings differed in
appearance from those of the witches and the rest of the town. Smoke curled
from the crooked chimneys on the uneven dark tiled roofs of the black beam and
white panelled buildings that had an almost medieval look to them, lazily
drifting up into the air before disappearing. Everyone in the town worked as a
merchant, selling something.
Kyter hoped that demons sold information.
Or methods of summoning their kin.
He took the last few steps down to the
cobbled floor of the town and banked right, making his way through the busy
streets towards the demons’ district, hugging the wall of the cavern below the
entrance where the road was wider to avoid the worst of the crowds.
A flash of silver caught his attention and
disappeared just as his eyes darted to it. He frowned and stood taller as he
walked, trying to spot what had caused the brief flare.
A woman.
He stumbled into a small old witch and she
jabbed him in the leg with her staff. He muttered something he thought might
have been an apology and stared after the female he had spotted.
She was stunning.
He had never seen a female like her.
She moved through the crowd like black
smoke, disturbing none of the fae milling around as she slipped between them,
nimble and graceful.
On the hunt for something.
He recognised hunting behaviour when he saw
it.
She sidestepped, turned so she curved
around a woman who had looked back at her friend, not paying attention to where
she was going, and slipped back into the crowd, reappearing further ahead of
him.
Heading towards the demons’ district.
Kyter followed her, bumping into several
more people as he pursued her, unable to ignore the compulsion to catch another
glimpse of her face. The need was visceral and something he had no command
over. He couldn’t stop himself from tracking her into the darker part of town
and trying to catch her scent. Everything on sale and all the fae and demons
packed into the town overpowered his senses, making it impossible for him to
pinpoint her scent.
She turned, her long black hair swaying
with the sudden action, and ducked down an alley on the left of the
thoroughfare, her back pressed to the dark brick building. Her gaze tracked
someone in the crowd. Who?
He found himself tiptoeing in an attempt to
see.
What the hell was he doing?
He cursed when he looked back at her and
found she was gone.
His gaze scanned the crowd and he barged
through them, shoving them aside as he hurried towards where she had been.
Several of the people shoved back, almost knocking him off his feet, and at
least one growled at him.
He almost walked straight into a vampire
male, saving himself at the last minute by ducking to one side, down the same
alley she had used as a hiding spot.
Kyter dragged the air over his teeth and
huffed when he still couldn’t pick up her scent.
He looked at the crowd and then at the
alley behind him. If she was hunting, maybe she had gone that way, where the
flow of traffic was weaker, only a few people coming and going. He chanced it
and followed the alleyways that wove through the brick buildings between the
witches’ and demons’ districts, and grinned when he spotted her ahead of him
down a narrow path between a set of white panelled buildings of the demons’
district.
The smile fell off his face when he finally
got a good look at her.
Stunning hadn’t been a good enough word to
describe her.
She stood at least six-feet tall, her dangerous
curves clad in black combat trousers, boots made for kicking arse, and a tight
black camisole. Black leather cuffs encased her forearms, elaborate silver
swirls of metal covering them. Silver. The flash of that colour that had caught
his eye. They were beautiful, but would offer her little protection from a
blade.
She lingered near the end of the alley,
watching the people passing, her back to him so he couldn’t see her face.
What he could see gave him pause.
Strapped to her back was a vicious long
black and silver blade.
A merc?
Or was the sword meant purely as a visible
warning to the men of the town?
She turned her face to her right and
Kyter’s heart kicked in his chest.
Beautiful wasn’t a good enough word either.
She was otherworldly.
Long black lashes framed luminous green
eyes and below the fine slope of her nose, rosy lips curved with just enough
pout to set a man’s heart racing.
A goddess.
He took it back. There was something in
this world far more beautiful than his beloved motorbike.
He took a step towards her and she melted
into the crowd.
Kyter bit out a curse.
He had to stop letting her give him the
slip. He strode to the end of the alley and halted there, scouring the throng
for her. How the hell did she keep evading him? With his senses and her height,
it should have been easy to keep track of her. Hell, he should have been able
to just follow the wake of slavering men she no doubt left behind her.
He eyed all of the men in the crowd, on the
verge of growling at them to warn them to keep their eyes off the female.
Kyter froze. What the hell was he doing?
He hadn’t come here to chase a woman as if
she was a bitch in heat. He had to find the demon and discover whether he
finally had a lead he could follow to find his father. Just thinking about the
bastard had his heart turning cold in his chest and his rage welling back to
the surface, fuelled by the grief that he felt sure would never leave him, not
even when he’d had his vengeance.
He shoved into the crowd and scanned the
buildings on either side of the wider street, reading the signs that hung above
their painted doors. The demons’ district. He had taught himself to read the
fae and common demon tongues a long time ago, unwilling to be caught off guard
in any way during his visits to the fae towns. Jaguars didn’t like having wool
pulled over their eyes and the towns often drew unsavoury characters who preyed
on anyone who looked out of place.
He studied the wooden signpost in the
middle of the street. He was close.
Another flash of silver caught his
attention again and his eyes darted to it, quicker this time so she couldn’t
evade him. She knocked on a door and it opened, allowing her to duck inside.
The green door closed behind her.
Kyter pushed through the crowd to the small
building and growled as he saw the painted sign hanging from a black iron pole
jutting out of the white wall.
His mark.
What did she want with the demon he had
come to find?
He pressed his back to the white wall close
to the door, shut his eyes and focused hard, using his training to filter out
all the sounds that covered the ones belonging to his prey. It was hard when
people jostled him as they passed, shattering his focus. He clenched his jaw
and drew in a deep breath, shifting the whole of his focus back to the building
behind him. He sifted through the ruckus in the street until he found the soft
melody of a female voice.
He only caught the end of what she said.
“Must find the key to Barafnir. My client
desires it.”
Kyter’s claws shot out and dug into the
plaster at his back.
He snarled as anger poured like acid
through his veins, burning him up inside.
Barafnir.
His father.
She was after the same object as he was,
but he wouldn’t let her have it. He needed it more than she did.
It was only a prize to her.
It was everything to him.
Hunted by a
Jaguar is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook,
Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the
links, a fantastic 7 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to
enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift
certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/hunted-by-a-jaguar-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:
About Felicity
Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today
international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books.
In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action,
intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from
dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful
angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and
wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her
stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded
alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and
angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity,
or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
Website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk
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Each excerpt in this tiour is great. I can't wait to catch up in the series. Thankss for the post.
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