Indulgent: An Eternal Pleasure Novel (Book 3)

Eternal Pleasure, Book 3

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Feelings too deep, dreams too dark, urges too dangerous not to be exciting.

Lily has always kept her magick hidden, even in a town like Serene, surrounded by others just like her. She fears exposing even a thread of her power, still haunted as she is by what she witnessed a century ago—the annihilation of her lineage, hunted, and burned at the stake. Hidden away in secret, she was the sole survivor.

When Lily is followed by strangers Jaret and Toby Darkland, she recognizes them as empaths—empowered with the ability to read minds. Only when she slips into their thoughts with her own powers does Lily realize they're the ones responsible for the destruction of her bloodline. But what do they want with her? And why are her dangerous desires toward the handsome cousins growing more uncontrollable with each dark day?


Jaret camouflaged his truck with tree branches, secured a silver bladed knife to his ankle, and hid the rest of his weaponry behind the brush, near the fence. From the inside, he could reach through the metal rungs and arm himself tonight, after nightfall, once he was sure no one was watching. Kane was smart enough that he'd do an ammunition check before he'd let them through that barrier, but knowing there was a pack of ferocious wolves inside, Jaret wasn't about to go in completely unarmed. It wasn't in his nature to go anywhere defenseless, and if he walked in completely weaponless, it would raise Kane's suspicions. By rights he should have called for backup, but he wasn't quite ready for his comrades to go in guns blazing, not before he figured out the spiritual shifter's identity and the spell she had over them.


And then there was that nagging point that this little exercise carried out by him and his cousin hadn't been sanctioned, and could cost them their jobs. But he was sure once they cleansed the town, ridding the streets of an army of monsters, headquarters would overlook their covert actions and move them up a rung or two.

Toby stepped up beside him as he scanned the perimeter while trying to get a mental reading from inside. He shook his head. "Nothing."

"Let's move." As they walked toward the gate, Jaret lengthened his strides and worked to keep his heart rate level. Christ, it felt like he was walking into the lion's den and it was the pride's mealtime. He was pretty damn sure his comrades would question the intelligence of the two cousins going in alone, entering such a dangerous town practically unarmed, but he suspected Kane was smart enough to keep his pack at bay for the time being. Kane was trained by the PTF, so Jaret knew full well his first instinct would be to gather intel while he tried to control the situation. He'd work to assuage their suspicions and send them away none the wiser. But his second attempt to protect his community wouldn't be so pleasant. Jaret would count on it.

As they moved toward the booth, they studied the guy manning the station, and the out-of-place cowboy hat he had angled on his head. His yellow eyes narrowed and in a subtle move that hadn't gone unnoticed by either cousin, he sniffed the air upon their approach. Had he smelled the silver residue on their hands, their clothes? Jaret felt Toby flinch beside him.

"Easy," he warned when he too caught the rich amber gleam in the man's eyes.

"What the fuck..."

"A demon," Jaret responded, more to reinforce it for his own benefit than for Toby's, because, like him, Toby possessed the skills to instantly identify the beast inside that security booth.

Even though they were unable to probe its mind, with all their paranormal training it was easy for them to pick out a creature of the night. Any other unsuspecting human would think he'd stumbled across (a) a cowboy with strange eyes, or (b) one who was sporting fashionable contacts. But Jaret could hardly believe a demon was manning the gate and protecting both lycans and witches.

The man cocked his head, blocking the light with his Stetson and giving them both a good hard look before asking in a Southern drawl, "You two lost?"

Jaret pushed back his hood and tried to read him, but his attempts proved unsuccessful. He looked past the gate and cataloged the quaint town. He shifted his stance and marveled at the normalcy of it all—he'd never seen a pack so organized. But, he reminded himself, there was more than just a pack of wolves living behind that fence.

Toby spoke up first. "We're looking for Kane."

Jaret studied the demon and watched the exchange. The demon's lips tightened and he gave Toby a once-over. Suspicion grew in his amber eyes and he straightened his shoulders.

"You got business with Kane?"

"Not that it's any of yours, but yeah, we do."

The demon glanced down and seemed to check over some list he had pinned to a clipboard. He shot Toby a questioning glance. "He knows you're coming?"

Toby gave a derisive twist of his lips, and worked to keep his temper in check. "No, it's a surprise."

"Easy, Toby," Jaret warned, sensing Toby's rising anger and impatience with the situation. Jaret knew his cousin was itching to take the bastard out, and it was becoming harder and harder to leash his control. His cousin had little tolerance for anything that prowled the night, but had a special hatred for demons ever since he'd witnessed one feasting on a young teenage girl, the same highly motivated, brilliant high school girl who'd served them coffee and chatted easily with them every morning before she went off to class. She'd wanted to be president, she'd said. Toby had done all he could to save the innocent girl, but in the end simply couldn't. The demon had torn her to shreds and there was nothing Toby could do to put the pieces together again. Toby had a soft spot for the girl who wanted to change the world, and had never quite gotten over that night or forgiven himself for her death. But it wasn't Toby's fault. They couldn't save everyone. It was the nature of their business, the trial of the streets.

"A surprise, huh?" the demon said in that lazy drawl of his that pulled Jaret's focus back. The demon unfurled his fingers, folded his arms, and leaned back in his chair. "We don't much like surprises around here."

"Is that a fact? What exactly is it that you do like around here?" Toby questioned in a condescending voice meant to provoke the demon cowboy. The strangest damn persona Jaret had ever seen a monster take on. "Let me guess, horseback riding and rodeos more your speed?" Toby asked.

A long pause as the demon stared him down, then his eyes flared hot when he warned, "Be careful there, boy, or you'll be in for a few surprises of your own."

Toby widened his stance in a combative move. "How so?"

As if he'd said too much, the demon picked up his phone, and spoke in whispered words. A few moments later Kane came sauntering toward the gate, alone.

In a show of dominance, a pissing contest of sorts, they all stood their ground. Kane stepped up to the gate, and his dark eyes—camouflaged by contacts—met Jaret's straight on.

"You two are a far way from home," he said, and angled his body like any good hunter would. Clearly Kane was as uneasy about this meeting as he and Toby were.

With a nod, Jaret rooted his feet and gestured toward the town. "Could say the same about you."

"Like you two always said, I was getting too old for the hunt. Time to step down and let the younger guys handle it."

Jaret inhaled but couldn't decipher any lycan scents on their former colleague. Whoever was teaching him how to mask his appearance was doing a damn fine job.

"So what is it I can do for you two?" Kane asked. He always was one to get right to the point.

"You left the city rather quickly and the captain was worried about you." It was a flat-out lie, planted on purpose. Jaret wanted Kane to chew on that tidbit, to wrestle over it as he struggled to determine if this trip was sanctioned or not. "He put us on the case to track you down and make sure you hadn't gotten yourself into any trouble."

Kane gave a casual shrug meant to placate. "As you can see, there is no trouble here and I couldn't be better."

Jaret nodded. "You're looking good, Kane. Retirement's done you well." Jaret cast Toby a glance. "Maybe we should think about retiring too, cousin."

"I was well past my prime," Kane responded in an easy, laid-back voice. "You both even said so yourself. But you guys, well, you guys are still needed on the streets."

Jaret smirked and slanted his head. "Well, well, I never thought I'd see the day when the infamous Kane Reynolds would give us a compliment. Looks like retirement has softened you."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Either way I've grown fond of this place, and I'm not looking for trouble."

"Neither are we."

Kane stared at them, his expression dubious. "This is a nice quiet gated community, boys. Don't come here looking for trouble, because if you do, you just might find it."

Jaret tried to read him, but he had a mind shield in place that prohibited him from touching his thoughts. "I read you loud and clear," Jaret assured him, understanding the underlying threat. It was time to make nice. "I know we've had some troubled times, Kane. But it's time to move past that, don't you think?" Jaret held his hand out.

With that, Kane exchanged a look with the guard and a moment later the soft hum emanating off the electric fence vanished. After a long pause and a good hard warning glare, Kane reached through the gate and shook his hand, and in that instant the three of them appeared to forge an uneasy truce.

"Since we're here, we might as well stick around and soak up some of this fresh country air, seeing as how it's done a world of good for you," Toby added.

Cutting right to the chase, Kane asked. "You boys armed?"

Jaret resisted the urge to laugh. He held his arms out. "Check yourself."

Kane cast the demon a glance. "Check them, Jake."

Crowding them, Jake did a pat down and pulled the knife from Jaret's ankle. He tossed it to Kane and Kane secured it under his belt.

"No weapons are allowed inside. I'll give this back when you leave." He turned toward the demon and said, "Open the gate, Jake."

Jake gave a look that suggested Kane had gone insane, but then immediately followed orders, which, coupled with the way Kane had issued them, led Jaret to believe that Kane held a damn high ranking in this secluded community, the same way he did in the Chicago branch.

Sure, Jaret respected him for that, and sure, the cousins had razzed him about his age, because the truth was they were threatened by his intelligence and seniority, and coveted his superior position.

Jaret studied Kane's body language and action. He'd hazard a guess that the spiritual shifter had told the former PTF officer of their presence and he was fully expecting their company, and no doubt he had a plan of his own in place—not that anyone could easily sneak up on the cousins. At least they had that on their side, and that was something. But nonetheless, they'd have to be very careful once they were on the other side of that guarded fence.

The gate slowly opened and both Jaret and Toby stepped into the town. Off in the distance their presence was met with curious stares and disapproving scowls.

"Any hotels we can check into?" Toby asked.

"No hotels here. You might want to try Silver Springs. Not too far from here. Nice town. More amenities than Serene."

Was he trying to drive them out of town?

Jaret took in the rows of houses just beyond the main road. "Rental houses?"

Kane folded his arms and rocked back and forth on his feet. "I suppose I can arrange that. We have a nice two-bedroom near the running park that you both might like." Kane stopped to give them a once-over. "You both still run, don't you?"


"Good, then the house will suit you fine."

Or was he was trying to get them to stay?

Toby's stomach took that moment to grumble. "Can you point us to the best place to get some grub? I could use some good old-fashioned country cooking."

Kane led them down the main street and gestured toward the café. "You two go ahead. I have some things to do and will catch up with you later with the rental paperwork and key."

With that, Kane disappeared around the corner, and Jaret and Toby entered the café. They shed their coats, took a booth in the corner, and pressed their backs to the wall, a defensive response when entering foreign territory. Before they flipped open their menus, they took note of the crowd and documented the way their presence had garnered so much attention.

Jaret attempted a smile, to see if he could pull a reaction from the lady with the pewter eyes in the booth beside him. She simply grunted and shifted her head.

"Friendly bunch."

"They don't take too kindly to outsiders."

"Not much wonder."

The bell above the café door sounded and Jaret looked up in time to see a group enter. Well, well, so it appeared that everyone in this peculiar town was stopping by to check out the strangers. The man at the tail end of the line, a man who was tall, well built, and athletic, cast them a quick glance, his green eyes raking over them with quiet concern; then with long, catlike strides, he sauntered up to the counter.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Toby shifted, clearly uncomfortable as he did a tally. "Witches, lycans, demons, and now panthers." Incredulous, Toby shook his head. "What next? Vampires?"

"I guess we won't know that until tonight," Jaret said, unease moving through him as his fingers itched to reach for his gun, but he knew it wasn't there.

"Well, I'm guessing we can count on it. What the hell is this place anyway?"

Jaret really didn't know, but the sight of all these monsters cohabiting in one town raised another question. Were there any other similar covert communities like this one set up around the globe? That was something he damn well planned to find out before he finished his business in Serene.

In answer to Toby's question he said, "Well, after we gather information, and obliterate it, it's our ticket to a huge fucking promotion, that's what it is."

"But the witch..."

"Yeah, the witch. First we need to find out what kind of spell she has over us."

Toby pressed against the wall harder, his dark brow furrowed with concern. "Maybe we should just get the fuck out of here, and come back with reinforcements. We're way too outnumbered."

"Kane's not going to react, Toby. Not yet. We've got time. If he kills us, he'll fear others will come looking. He's not going to discount the possibility that this trip was sanctioned, and as long as we have that on our side, we're safe. He doesn't want to bring that shit down on his town. He's simply going to want to send us away quietly."

Toby nodded, knowing he was right, but still not liking the odds.

Jaret turned his attention to the counter, and the second he set eyes on the beautiful violet-eyed woman who'd come from the back, his entire body reacted with primal need, and the odd tug of familiarity hadn't gone unnoticed by him.


Toby turned to identity the source of Jaret's sudden discomfort. He sucked in a breath and said, "She's fucking gorgeous."

Jaret thought gorgeous didn't even begin to describe her. She had long dark hair, pinned haphazardly on the top of her head, a few wayward tendrils falling across her creamy cheeks and dipping down into her cleavage, mostly obscured by an antique amulet. Knowledgeable yet guarded violet eyes, flawless skin, a full puckered mouth, and a body so full of want that it begged for their undivided attention filled him with undisguised lust. She wore a tight, sexy fifties-style uniform with a V-necked zip front, short sleeves, and a flared skirt that reached her midthighs. Jaret ached to slip his hand under that skirt to see if she was wearing any panties, or, better yet, pull the zipper from her ample cleavage to the juncture between her legs to discover all her little secrets.

Just thinking about her naked body had his cock throbbing and his mouth dying to take possession of those plump lips-both sets. She bent forward, affording him a view of her pert breasts and milky cleavage, and that was when her scent reached him. Warm sugary vanilla. That had to be the sweetest, sexiest scent on earth. His mouth watered. His fingers itched. And his cock grew another inch.


The mere sight of her filled him with passion and had him envisioning her sprawled across the bed, Toby and he stripping her bare and pleasuring her in the most decadent ways before spending the night buried inside her beautiful body. He ached to push inside her and ride her with reckless abandon for the remainder of the day, week. Year.

Everything from the way she moved, the way she smiled, to the way her body beckoned his rocked his world and shook him to his very core. Never in his life had he experienced such powerful emotions, and honestly he wasn't even sure how to handle it. From the strained looks on his cousin's face, he'd say Toby also felt the physical chemistry, and was just as confused by it as Jaret was.

Jaret concentrated and tried to forge a connection with her, but when he did, her head came up with a start and she sucked in a tight breath. She'd felt him. She'd felt him trying to prod around inside her mind. But her protective shield was too secure for him to work around. He'd have to find another way to get inside her head and gather information on this sexy spiritual shifter who had the ability to rattle him like no other.

But how?

"I know how," Toby announced.

So did Jaret, in fact. "We catch her with her guard down so we can read her."

Toby gave Jaret a crooked grin. "After her erotic show, we both know there's only one way for us to get her to drop her defenses."

Jaret gave a slow nod of his head, determined to get to the bottom of matters. "That's right, cousin. It's time to seduce our way into her thoughts."

He stole another glance at the waitress. She moved with a sensuality that nearly drove him to his knees. As he studied her, his cock throbbed in a way it had never throbbed before, and it begged the question-was he seducing his way into her bed purely for informational purposes, or for his own selfish ones?


Impulsive: An Eternal Pleasure Novel (Book 2)

Eternal Pleasure, Book 2

He is the hunter.

She's fled her alpha wolf—and the entire paranormal community of Serene. Now a free woman—wolf, Sunray returns to Chicago, full of bittersweet memories. The last thing she expects to find there is her reincarnated lover, who died at her feet the night she was changed into a lycan a century ago. Still, Sunray knows they can never revive their intense passion. Because now he's a lycan hunter—and she is his prey...

She is the hunted.

Not for a minute does Kane believe this beautiful lycan's story, that they were once lovers. Still, he recognizes Sunray as the woman who's been seducing him in his dreams. For now, prey and predator have forged an uneasy, temporary truce as they join forces to capture a rogue shifter. But after their work is done, will either of them be able to resist a passion that could be dangerously all-consuming?


Chicago: A Century Ago


Hurried steps carried Ray Bartlett across town; his dark clothes and the black sky masked his foolhardy presence. As he approached the train tracks, the silhouette of the old abandoned building on the other side of the railroad came into view, prompting him to reach into his pocket and pull out the heavy tin can he always brought with him—a familiar beacon in a dark, eerie night.


"Here, kitty, kitty," he called out as he gently shook the scratched and dented container of sardines, letting the thick oil inside slosh about in an effort to herald his approach. He pitched his voice low, knowing the sound would carry in the breeze and alert the lone occupant of the building to his presence, and signal her to free the latch. His glance darted around, and he hoped like hell he'd gone undetected by any resident gangs, should they be lurking about. After all, he was a far cry from his elite Gold Coast neighborhood and was now stepping foot into Chicago's seedy south side—a testament to his foolhardiness, for sure.

As he took note of his shaking fingers, he slid the can back into his breeches and stuffed his hands into his coat pockets to still his rather unusual jitters. His discomposure was partly because he'd snuck out of his dorm (and should he get caught, the consequences doled out by the headmaster would be most severe), and partly due to his excitement at seeing the girl waiting for him on the side of town he had no business frequenting—the side of town the folks in his social circle avoided like a diseased wharf rat. But, unlike him, they didn't have Sunni Matthews waiting for them.


God, his heart raced and his body grew needy just thinking about her. She had a certain energy: a light in the darkness that filled him with a deep warmth and unearthed things he'd never felt before.

Everything from the way her golden hair framed her porcelain skin and the way her beautiful blue eyes sparkled with love and laughter to the way she trusted him completely and thoroughly with her body, heart, and soul rattled his emotions and rendered him practically senseless. Ribbons of want—no, need—worked their way through his veins because he knew he was only minutes from gathering her into his arms, pressing his mouth to hers and paying homage to her lush body until the early hours of the morning.

As he took in the shape of the slumbering structure tucked just inside the woods, a mixture of joy and sadness invaded his thoughts. He was thrilled to spend a few stolen moments with Sunni—he ached to embrace her, to feel her naked body against his skin—but it pained him to know that he'd wake up tomorrow between a set of starched white sheets, and she in a dusty cot. His heart twisted and his stomach clenched. He halted his forward momentum and fought down the feeling of helplessness, as well as the pang of loneliness that ate at his guts like a thousand hungry cockroaches.

Soon, he reminded himself. Soon they'd be together forever, and he'd make things better for her. It was a promise he'd made to her a long time ago, and a promise he intended to keep.

Off in the distance, the whistle of an approaching train pulled him back to reality. The high-pitched whine broke through the unnatural silence as he carefully counted the wooden sleepers and made his way over the tracks—tracks he knew better than to cross. Yes, it was dangerous, maybe even downright suicidal, for him to venture into this part of town, but it was a damn strange thing how love affected one's ability to make rational decisions.

He ducked into the woods and glanced around, camouflaging himself among the towering maple trees and densely packed foliage. As he stepped onto the overgrown walking path, he once again took note of the unusual quiet surrounding him. Not even the cacophony of the bullfrogs from the swamp just beyond the tracks could be heard. It was as if someone or something had scared them silent. That thought aroused the fine hairs along his nape as the long, unkempt weeds and gangly blades of grass climbed up his breeches and pawed at his ankles.

He blinked to adjust to the dim light and took two measured steps forward. Because there had just been a week of heavy rain, the heels of his patent leather shoes sank in the wet, moss-laden ground. Ray turned up the collar of his wool sack coat against the cool autumn breeze and carefully picked his way forward, his heart pounding harder and harder with each footstep.

Overhead, the tightly knitted clouds peeled back to reveal a full moon. The bright beams broke through the canopy of high leaves and provided sufficient light for him to see the dark metal latch on the door, still a few feet out of reach. His lips turned up in a smile, and he shook the can again to let Sunni and the menagerie of tomcats seeking warmth and shelter inside know that it was he who approached, not some gang member sneaking up on them.

A low noise—not unlike the growl of a wild wounded animal—came from behind, taking him by surprise. Survival instincts kicked in, and he glanced over his shoulder in time to spot a shadow moving in the distance, weaving in and out of the trees in a drunken circular pattern and keeping a wide berth.

Ray narrowed his eyes and peered into the darkness. The shadow sat low, crouched on all fours. He took it to be some sort of dog, but bigger than any canine he'd ever encountered. Ray was not by any means a small man, but to take on a rabid dog without weaponry would certainly make him a dense one.

As his pulse pounded, his skin prickled in warning and propelled him forward. Moving swiftly, his long legs ate up the short distance to the building. Before he could reach the latch, a low noise serrated the air and stopped him dead in his tracks. His blood ran cold and he swallowed hard. The strangled sound carried in the wind as he slowly turned in the direction of the growl. He took great care not to make any sudden movements while he tracked the shadow as it closed in on him. A moment later, a large canine stepped into the clearing and two pewter orbs flashed beneath the full moon.

What the hell kind of animal has pewter eyes?

A burst of adrenaline pushed Ray on, and he yanked open the door with much more force than was necessary and charged inside. With his breath coming in quick, unsteady gasps, he slammed the door behind him and collapsed against it, using his body weight to seal it shut.

The light from the candle flickered as Sunni approached. Her palm closed over his cheek and the warmth of her hand drove back the cold of the night. "Ray, what is it?" she asked.

With concern in her eyes, she looked past his shoulder at the secured door. "Were you followed?"

He shook his head and let the tension drain from his body as he took pleasure in the alluring sight of Sunni and the seductive way the soft candlelight fell like a halo over her petite frame. As he drew in her distinctive floral scent, his heart swelled and his cock thickened, forcing him to struggle to find his words.

He widened his hands to show the animal's excessive size. "Wild dog," was all he managed to get out as his blood raced south.

She frowned. "I thought I heard the same dog earlier when I snuck in here." Just then, one of the many tomcats hissed at the door before it turned its attention to more pressing matters, like the food in Ray's breeches. The cat brushed up against Ray's leg and pawed at his pocket—and the can of sardines he knew would be inside. As a few other cats moved closer and joined in the chorus, Ray pulled out their food.

Sunni carefully positioned the candle on the ledge next to them, away from the boarded windows, and went to work on feeding the hungry felines. After opening the can and placing it on the floor, she turned back to Ray and furrowed her brow. "What should we do?"

"Let's wait it out." Every instinct he possessed warned him of danger, causing a foreboding shiver to prowl through him. It took effort to keep his voice even as he added, "With any luck, it will just lose interest and wander off."

Her fingers stroked his hair. In an obvious attempt to lighten the mood, she went up on her tiptoes and whispered, "I'm not afraid of any wild dog attacking me when I've got a protector like you, Ray."

Ray slid his hands around her back to anchor her to him. His edgy laugh churned with passion. "Maybe it's me you have to worry about attacking, Sunni." His erection pressed insistently against her stomach, and he diligently fought down the urge to tear her clothes from her body and ravish her like an animal in heat. A torrent of emotions washed over him, but he knew he'd never act purely on primal impulses; not with her, not with his Sunni, because it was never just about sex with her. She deserved so much more than that from him.

Her blue eyes gleamed with mischief and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "Speaking of attacking, what on earth shall we do to occupy ourselves while we wait for the mongrel to lose interest?"

She looked at him with pure desire, and his body responded with a shudder. God, he loved her openness, her sense of adventure. He'd never had the inclination to divulge—let alone indulge—his secret fetishes to the girls in his social circuit. Sunni had never looked at him like he was a circus sideshow for wanting to tie her up and have her at his mercy. He wasn't sure where that deep-seated need to dominate her had come from; only that it was strong and was not to be denied. Ray could just imagine how the women in his neighborhood would react to his unusual desires. Nevertheless, Ray only ever wanted to share those intimacies with Sunni.

His mind raced back to her playful question and considered the invitation in her voice. "Do you have something in mind?" he asked.

She palmed his thigh muscles, then slipped a hand between his legs to cup his aching cock. She gave a breathy, intimate laugh and playfully responded, "Maybe not something in mind, but definitely something in...hand."

As desire jolted through him, they exchanged a long, lingering look, and any fears he had about the rabid dog abated. His fingers tightened around her waist, and he pulled her impossibly closer, crushing her small body to his.

"Sunni," he murmured as he captured her mouth in a slow, simmering kiss, "you do have a way with words."

Eager hands slipped under his coat to massage his shoulders, and her throaty purr resonated through his body. "And here I'd rather you had your way with me."

Reviews:RT Book Reviews wrote:

4 Stars
This dark paranormal novel is the latest in Fox's Eternal Pleasure series about shapeshifters. Fox brings together two unforgettable characters, transformed after one devastating night, adds plenty of erotic tension and draws readers irresistibly into their world. It¹s all about second chances in this sexy, suspenseful and satisfying read.

Instinctive: An Eternal Pleasure Novel (Book 1)

Eternal Pleasure, Book 1

In Fox's titillating new series we enter Serene, a supernatural playground where sexy shape shifters live behind the white picket fences...

Free spirited Jaclyn Vasenty is about to inherit a cosmetics empire, yet her scandalous personal history may ruin her chance for a corporate take-over. Saying goodbye to her naughty ways, she moves into a quaint gated community in Serene, New Hampshire. But these gates are locked at sunset...

The town's dark sensuality rocks Jaclyn's insatiable appetite to the core—and stirs desires that are... inhuman. That's because Serene is home to demons, witches, vampires, lycans, and panthers, for whom primal exploration comes naturally. Especially for shape shifter Slyck, the cunning panther who's pushing Jaclyn to the brink of erotic possibilities and making her feel wildly...feral. As tension between species rises, Jaclyn learns she must draw on all her feminine wiles and join forces with Slyck if she wants to make it out alive.


In a move that took her off guard, he caught hold of her hand and hauled her into the dark alley way between buildings. Breathing ragged, and body tense, he pinned his arms on either side of her head, caging her between him and the wall. The clean scent of his freshly showered skin reached her nostrils and she pulled it into her lungs. His seductive aroma curled through her blood, reminding her she was a libidinous woman—a libidinous woman with so very many unsated needs. Slyck touched a damp lock of her hair and searched her face.

His gaze was so dark and intense it took two locked knees to keep herself upright. The air grew ripe with the scent of her arousal. She watched the way Slyck's nostrils flared when he caught her excited tang as it saturated the narrow alley way. His eyes closed for the briefest of seconds.

She touched his face. "What-"


He cut her off and brought his mouth closer and she could have sworn she heard him purring. "You need to get out of here."


He pulled her against him. Turmoil flashed in his green eyes. "Because if you don't, I'm going to ravish you. And I don't think it's in your best interest," he said with quiet certainty.

She gulped air. "What is in my best interest?"

His lips hovered over hers, and she got a heady whiff of aged scotch. "Leave town."

That took her by surprise, especially after the sexy voyeur game he'd played with her. She crinkled her nose, wondering what was going on. Why was he suddenly pushing her away? "You want me to leave?"

"Yes. It's for your own good." He pulled her in tighter, his actions contradicting his words.

"It doesn't seem like it's for your good," she said, stating the obvious as his hard cock pressed into her stomach.

His nostrils flared and he growled into her mouth. "Tonight, Jaclyn. Leave tonight."

God, the way he held her, and touched her made her feel so edgy, so out of control. She wanted him more than she ever wanted a man, which gave credence to her logic to stay away, because sleeping with him wasn't conducive to her new image. Then again, the phone sex hadn't helped either. But the fire that brewed between her legs, and the way her birthmark began to burn and sizzle urged her to answer the demands of her body.

Just once.

Just tonight.

Then tomorrow she'd get back on track.

She had no idea what possessed her to say it, but without censoring her thoughts she said, "But you haven't been properly punished yet."

His hands fisted. His jaw clenched. She could feel his heart pounding so hard against his ribcage she was sure it was going to burst wide open.

"And I'm just the girl to do it," she added.

"Oh, fuck, Jaclyn. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

She thrust her pelvis forward. "Maybe we should be thinking about what you could be getting into yourself."

The invitation in her voice seemed to unleash something wild inside him. His hardened expression changed and took on a resigned look. Gone was his will to push her away.

"Come with me." He roughly shackled her arms and pulled her deeper into the alley way. A moment later she found herself cutting through the deserted park with him, taking a shortcut back to his place.

Silence hovered in the air as he guided her through his back door. They entered into the kitchen, where he reached into his cupboard and poured them both a stiff drink of scotch. Jaclyn definitely wanted something stiff. But it wasn't scotch.

A sliver of moonlight outside the window provided sufficient light for her to see him in the dimly lit room. She shook almost uncontrollably as she watched him recap the bottle and put it away. There was something very sensual in the way he moved, she decided. He turned back to face her and pushed the glass into her hand.

"Drink," he said.

"Thanks." She took a small sip. As the liquid burned a path down her throat, she watched him, noting how he never once took his dark, seductive gaze from hers as he downed his shot in one gulp.

"Thirsty?" she questioned, barely able to keep her voice from shaking and her body from quaking as she hungered for him with an intensity that both scared the hell out of her, and excited her just the same.

"Yup." He put his glass down and stalked closer. He took her glass from her and put it aside, then he grabbed her firmly by the hips and backed her up against the wall. Slyck breathed a kiss over her mouth, and surfed his lips over her cheek. "But the only thing that is going to quench my thirst is your sweet cream, Jaclyn."

Reviews:Romantic Times Magazine wrote:

Fox's tale of paranormal beings and primal exploration lurking under the surface of a quaint New England town is a winner! The strong heroine and hot panther hero are a combustible combination. This book is hot enough to steam up the windows and exciting enough that you'll ruin your manicure.