My Thoughts
I am a huge fan of Felicity's Eternal Mates series and I couldn't wait to read August's story. He is flat out delish and total alpha. I loved Maya for him even though there were a few times that I wanted to shake her because of the "duty" she felt. I really wanted to shake the family that didn't protect her. I loved August for her. He was protective and chased her hard. LOVED them and their story. I can't wait to read more.
I give Tamed by a Tiger 5 hearts!
A snow leopard shifter in the prime of his
life, the last thing on August’s mind is tying himself to one female. He
welcomes a different one to his bed each night, or at least he had until five
months ago when he became alpha. The duties and pressures of running his pride
have his libido dead on arrival—until a trip to London to discuss business with
the former alpha lands him in the path of a beautiful, bewitching tigress who
awakens a passion in him that flares white hot and a need of her that consumes
his every moment.
Promised at birth to a male she has never
met, Maya has left her pride behind to go to the tiger alpha who is to be her
mate, but she can’t leave without saying goodbye to her older brother, Talon. A
stop in London at Underworld to see him one last time turns out far different,
and far more dangerous, than how she had imagined it when she sets eyes on an
alluring crimson-haired stranger who stirs new, unbidden feelings in her,
desires that rouse her fiercest and most frightening instincts and demand she
stake a claim on him—her fated mate.
Will Maya be strong enough to place her
pride and her family’s safety before the desires of her own heart? And will
August unravel his feelings for the black-haired beauty before it’s too late
and he loses her forever?
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August eased inside the nightclub in one
fluid motion before the door closed, not touching it, and stilled in the
darkness. The twenty-foot-wide corridor opened out a short distance ahead of
him into a huge space. Flashing colourful lights stuttered across the black
wooden bar that ran along the right black wall of the club, and the dance floor
that filled the rest of the space to the left. It was still busy, close to one
hundred people writhing against each other to a heavy rock beat. Halfway up the
height of the building, a balcony ran around three sides of the dance floor,
only absent above the bar. A few couples were making out up in the booths he
could see, and more than one of the enclosed spaces had the curtain drawn
across to give the occupants some privacy.
Cool air washed over him, and his nerves
vanished, his head growing a little light as he breathed it in. What was in the
air conditioning vents? Whatever it was, it was good.
He drifted towards the bar, suddenly
feeling mellow and as if he didn’t have a care in the world. The pride? Not a
problem. Trade negotiations? Whatever.
A low growl sounded ahead of him.
It rankled a little, and he instinctively
flashed fangs, although he wasn’t sure where the threat was coming from.
There were a lot of different species in
the club, and he smelled more than one shifter.
And also the shifter he had come to see.
“Sherry, check on the boss,” Cavanaugh’s deep
voice rang through the room, cutting through the thumping music.
A pretty blonde of indiscernible breeding
bounced along the bar towards him, bringing his gaze with her, and he frowned
when she stopped and his eyes settled on the one who had threatened him.
A big, very pissed off looking, male with
tousled short sandy hair and enough muscle packed beneath his white shirt to
make it clear August wouldn’t win in a fight against him.
At least not in his human form anyway.
The male’s golden eyes glowed, his face in
shadow as lights twirled above him, shifting colour.
“Kyter?” The one called Sherry touched his
shoulder and he snarled at her. She snatched her hand back, looked over her
shoulder, and hollered, “You deal with it. I dealt with him last time!”
Cavanaugh set a tall glass down in front of
a male at the bar, heaved a sigh and turned towards him.
Froze.
His grey eyes widened, locked on August, a
ripple of surprise crossing his face a second before he scrubbed a hand over
his softly-spiked silver hair and stomped towards him.
“I have this,” he said, voice a gruff growl
as he approached the female. She squeezed past him and went back to serving the
customers. He reached the male at the end of the bar and slapped a hand down on
his shoulder, and didn’t release him when he growled at him, baring short
fangs. “This is my cousin, August.”
The blond male looked him up and down,
curled a lip and pivoted on his heel, striding away from Cavanaugh.
Cavanaugh rolled his broad shoulders,
stretching his white shirt even tighter across them, and offered an apologetic
smile. “Kyter isn’t good with male shifters wandering in unannounced.”
It was a territory thing.
Now that he knew the male’s name, he knew
why he had reacted so badly to his presence.
Kyter owned Underworld, had taken Cavanaugh
in a few years back when he had left the pride after Stellan had defeated him.
August eyed the blond. According to Cavanaugh, he was a jaguar. Highly
territorial.
It explained the pheromones the club was
pumping out in the air conditioning.
Cavanaugh grabbed a tall glass, stuck it
under one of the pumps, and pulled him a pint. He set it down on the bar and
nodded towards it.
“Sit, and tell me what the hell you’re
doing here.” His cousin leaned on the bar near the drink.
August walked to it, slid onto the stool
and set his duffle down beside him. “I should have called first.”
Cavanaugh’s lips curled at the corners, and
his grey eyes twinkled. “You could have just called.”
It hit him hard that he could have. He
could have used one of the pride’s satellite phones and called Cavanaugh to
talk about how the hell to handle trade negotiations.
Instead, he had got on a plane and flown
all the way to London.
“It’s fine,” Cavanaugh said, his smile
gaining a sympathetic edge. “Even alphas need a break from time to time. Look
at my father. He was always away on ‘business’.”
The feeling that had been building in his
gut, a vicious sort of squirming that had set him on edge, eased on hearing
that and seeing in Cavanaugh’s eyes that his cousin thought he had done nothing
wrong by leaving the pride.
He hadn’t realised that it had been a need
to get away, a need to have some space, that had put him on the plane and had
him flying away from the pride, from his responsibilities, though. It hadn’t
even crossed his mind until Cavanaugh had said it.
He had been so focused on a need to speak
with Cavanaugh that he had been convinced the only way to do it was face to
face.
August looked down at his beer. Fucking
idiot.
Cavanaugh slapped his shoulder, and August was
thankful he had chosen his left, and not his right. Damn thing was still
healing after their fight against Stellan.
“Don’t beat yourself up. A break will do
you good.”
He nodded, lifted his beer to his lips and
took a swig. Damn, it was good. Not as good as the homebrew they had at the
village, but it was still good. Different. It was freezing cold for a start,
not warmed over a fire.
“I lasted all of a month before I took a
break.” Cavanaugh grinned at him, and August couldn’t tease him about that.
Cavanaugh had been pushed into a position
that had taken him away from Eloise, had separated them because of their
status, and it had almost killed him.
It was good to see the old Cavanaugh back
though, the one who smiled and laughed. It made everything August had done
worth it, and everything he was going through.
“Sometimes I feel as if I’m drowning in all
the requests, and appointments… and all the bigger picture shit too… like this
trade negotiation in eight days.” August swigged his beer again, savouring the
crisp coldness of it that turned to heat as it slid down into his stomach.
Cavanaugh rested both forearms on the black
bar top and his eyes searched August’s, his face a mask of seriousness.
“When were you thinking of going back?”
August shrugged. “The day after tomorrow.
That’s the next flight.”
His cousin pulled his phone from the pocket
of his black trousers, swiped over the screen as it illuminated his face,
making his eyes more silver than grey, and then shoved it away again.
“Make it the one after. It’s only four
days… but it will be good for you.”
He found himself nodding, because four days
sounded heavenly. He needed some space, some time to get his head straight and
learn from Cavanaugh about how to run the pride. He would still be back in time
for the meeting.
Cavanaugh was right.
Some time away would be good for him.
He hadn’t noticed that the club was
emptying until a door off to his left, beyond the end of the bar, opened,
throwing a flash of white light across the room. He glanced there, and couldn’t
stop the smile that curved his lips when he saw the pretty brunette stood with
her back to the door, her golden-brown eyes searching the length of the bar.
Eloise.
She spotted him and her smile lit up her
face. She lifted her arm, pulling up the hem of her plain dark t-shirt with it,
and waved.
Cavanaugh’s dark grey gaze swung her way
and brightened, a corona of pure silver ringing his pupils as he saw his mate.
Eloise hurried towards them on August’s
side of the bar, and rocked him by pulling him into a hug the moment she was
within reach. “I thought I smelled company.”
Cavanaugh growled at his mate, or was it
him? It didn’t stop August from hugging her back, squeezing her tight and
earning another low snarl from his cousin.
Eloise released him, leaned over the bar
beside him, caught hold of the front of Cavanaugh’s white shirt and pulled him
towards her. She kissed him. It was one way of shutting his cousin up.
Cavanaugh grabbed her under her arms and hauled her over the bar.
August snatched his beer a split-second
before Eloise’s legs swept through that spot, saving it and holding it at
shoulder height. Damn good job he did too, because Cavanaugh twisted her into
his arms, so her feet arced across the bar right in front of August. He was on
the verge of lodging a complaint when Cavanaugh kissed her.
Damn, it was good to see them.
It made him feel that everything was worth
it, really worth it, and that he had
made the right decision, because they were so happy together.
But it also triggered that strange cold
feeling that had kept him awake at night for decades, that had bothered him
since the day he had realised Eloise was Cavanaugh’s mate.
He would never have what they shared.
It was rare for his kind to find their
fated ones, because they were always another snow leopard, and their numbers
were low and their prides spread far and wide. Most snow leopards settled for
falling for another of their kind and mating with them, but the bond they
shared was nothing compared to the bond between fated mates.
A bond Cavanaugh and Eloise shared.
One that made him a little envious.
One he felt sure he would never find for
himself.
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