by Eliza Gayle
About The Author
Eliza Gayle lives a life full of sexy shapeshifters, blood boiling vamps and a dark desire for bondage…until she steps away from her computer and has to tend to her family.
She graduated Magna Cum Laude (which her husband translated into something very naughty) from college with a dual degree in Human Resource Management and Sociology. That education, a love of the metaphysical and a dirty mind comes in handy when she sits down to create new characters and worlds. The trick is getting her to sit still.
…Join her in her world. The door is always open and the next red-hot adventure is just a page away.
Look for Eliza on the Web at https://www.elizagayle.net or check out her blog at https://www.elizagayle.net/blog.
She is also on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorElizaGayle and Twitter at https://www.twitter.com/elizagaylebooks
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Afterword
Thank you so much for reading A White Cougar Christmas. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it.
Look for more Dean and Niki in mid 2012 as well as two other shapeshifter books, Frost Bitten and Bad Kitty. In the meantime I have several other books available to tide you over.
If you’ve not read my Black Cougar shapeshifter trilogy, I’d recommend you start there with the first book LUCAS. The trilogy focuses on three alpha male shifters who must face the challenge of their lives--mating. Amidst enemies who will stop at nothing to get what they want, these brothers face danger, pride, secrets and choices that change everything.
Enjoy this brief excerpt from LUCAS:
Lucas looked around the dank cell, trying to see her. He couldn’t, but he smelled the woman’s fear and the stench made him sick to his stomach.
She paced back and forth outside his door. Her boots squeaked against the concrete floor with every turn, making the kind of noise that aggravated him—like nails on a chalkboard. Suddenly, she turned, stepping into the single ray of moonlight coming in through the grimecovered window, gripped the cell bars, and bared her teeth. “Gunn, you’ll tell me what I want to know about your clan or suffer the consequences,” she growled.
“This is getting really old, you asking the same questions over and over, me giving the same answer every time. How many days are we going to do this?”
“Until you give me the real answers, you sick son of a bitch.” An untempered rage surged from her.
He rose from his cot in the corner of his private hell hole, edging his way through the dark shadows to her position. The closer he got, the more her anger pushed back at him, cementing his thoughts about her reckless behavior. Emotions seemed to drive her, making her a weaker opponent but also an unpredictable one. This close he detected something else, a subtle scent he recognized but couldn’t place for the life of him. In time he would, and for now time was all he had.
“You’re pushing the wrong man.” She jumped back, catching herself with her hands before she landed on her ass. “I know nothing about the stupid fairytales you keep going on about. I never believed in the old Scottish lore telling of shapeshifters and magic,” he purred, the words edged in steel.
The guard shook her head, her tense facial features betraying the potent rage she kept barely restrained. “I already know all about your kind as well as the existence of other clans with different abilities.” Obvious disgust dripped from her voice. “It’s only a matter of time before I have what I want and you’ll regret not cooperating.” Her lips quirked up in a vicious smile.
The sound of gravel crunching under the tires of Kira's vehicle and the wheel jerking aimlessly in her hands shattered the vision. Her car careened off the road while her heart leaped in her throat with sudden panic as she struggled to refocus on driving and prevent a crash. She pulled at the steering wheel, trying to swerve back on the pavement. Cold liquid sloshed at her feet when her water bottle slammed to the floorboard. Nothing she tried made a difference and she ended up smashing into the soft sand embankment.
What the hell was that?
She clutched the steering wheel tightly to still her trembling arms, and sucked in air. Not only had she seen what another had, now she’d been inside his head. With the onset of her mating call, her visions had become so weird lately she didn’t know what to believe anymore.
I’ve got to get a grip.
She reached for her other, unopened bottle, which had rolled out of sight. After searching the floor of the car, her hand finally wrapped around cool plastic underneath the front seat. She twisted the top off and gulped down the water, hoping to soothe the aching dryness of her throat.
Normally her Tallan came to her when she had specific problems to work through, enabling her to solve tense situations quickly. She’d been using her psychic gift of vision since puberty with extreme clarity, but for several days now she’d dreamt of a man she’d never met. A man who reached out to her night after night, gripping her with sexual desire so strong she’d had difficulty coping. She didn’t have many details about him, but she knew, with every ounce of instinct she possessed, what he was.
Her mate.
To learn more about LUCAS and the Black Cougar Trilogy click this link!
