Today is all about cat shifter heroines. Let me introduce Kissa, my mountain cat shifter heroine from Thunder Wolves 2: Clay. Her story is an adventure.
Kissa Troy mistakenly believes she’s safe in her identity as Beth Smith. No one knows she’s a mountain cat shifter and hiding from the Catamounts, a dangerous shifter cult. One day, a sexy alpha wolf walks into her life. Shaking off a determined wolf isn’t easy. When she’s tracked down by the Catamounts, Kissa turns to the wolf for protection.
Wolves and mountain cats are natural enemies, but all it takes is one breath and Clay Thunder is hooked. The sex is hot. The attraction is undeniable. She may be a cat with trouble on her tail, but she’s the one.
Still. A wolf and a mountain cat?
The wolf smiled. Not a leer, nor a grin, but the kind of smile that wrapped around Kissa’s heart.
“What’s your name?”
The identification she carried said her name was Elizabeth Smith, age twenty-five, brown eyes, brown hair, five foot seven, and a hundred and twenty pounds. The eye color and height was correct. Maybe she’d gained a couple of pounds, but the rest was as phony as the Phoenix address. She should have let go of her real name long ago. Instead she held it deep in her heart, a wonderful secret in a tough world. If she didn’t, she’d lose the only real thing in her life.
She’d used Elizabeth in Arizona, Liz in Nevada, Betty in Texas and Liza in Utah.
She smiled at the wolf. “Beth.”
He extended his right hand. “Clay Thunder.”
That brief brushing of their fingers when he’d paid for the beers had ignited a spark. What would happen if they touched?
Mountain cats and werewolves didn’t mix. The fire in his blue eyes said differently. Her singing blood said differently.
She placed her hand in his. His skin was hot and his palm calloused. Hot shivers traveled the length of her spine. Touching him was a mistake.
His long fingers wrapped around her hand. “When do you get off work?”
Should she lie? Should she tell him to get lost? Did she want him to walk out the door and never come back? She should pray he’d do just that. “Why do you want to know?”
“I want to know what time to pick you up.”
“I don’t date customers.”
He raked the pad of his thumb over her inner wrist. “So I’ve heard.”
More hot shivers. The last thing she needed was a lover. “Then why are you asking?”
He lifted her hand to his face and inhaled. “You make me burn.”
“I don’t date werewolves.”
His gaze held hers. “This is beyond dating and you know it.”
It was and that was what made it so alarming. He wasn’t like anyone she’d encountered. She had no idea how to deal with the problem he presented. “Do I?”
He smiled and sensual fire glowed in his blue eyes. “You’re trembling and your heart is racing, but not from fear.”
A smart cat would run.
“What time do you get off?”
“Bar closes at two.”
He stood on the rungs of the stool and leaned over the bar. He wrapped a hand around her neck and drew her face up to his. His lips touched hers, then he eased into a heart-stopping, bone-melting kiss. His lips were firm and his mouth warm.
Her heart raced and skipped a beat.
His scent surrounded her like a warm cocoon. Heat spread through her, slowly burning through muscle and bone.
She hadn’t been kissed in months. She hadn’t been really kissed in a long time. She’d never been kissed like this.
Her toes curled and a low purr escaped her throat.
She wanted to rub against him, skin-to-skin and fur-to-fur.
The wolf lifted his head. “This is good.”
“Wolf and cat. Bad mix.”
“I won’t bite if you don’t claw.”
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