With a trafficker’s gun pressed to her temple, endangered species journalist Kelsi Gorman whimpers a final prayer. No explosive new species discovery. No breaking article. Only death. And guilt. Because of her lofty ambitions, her photographer lay dead at her feet. She deserves the bullet.

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The sour tang of terrified jaguar queen assaults shifter Jaime Salazar’s senses and his reason. Female jags don’t exist. They’re extinct. Yet someone’s staked out a she-cat like poacher’s bait, and she inexplicably stays in human form.  Feral drive wrecks his sanity, and he’s lost. Protect a queen—always.

 

In a fit of primal instinct, Jaime marks the intoxicating woman as his mate. A complete stranger. Now, no other female will arouse him. For life. One big wrinkle—his mate-to-be doesn’t even know she’s a cat. Wooing her will be easy. But first, he must keep her alive.