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n nHealing from a deserved drubbing at the hands of Atlas Leonidus, Siberian tiger shifter Dmitry Alkaev travels from Cairo to Virginia. The strange compulsion leads him to his mate and a fearsome rival. Faced with a modern woman’s determination to remain independent, Dmitry unleashes charm and ruthlessness to claim her and, he hopes, redeem his honor. n nTessa Hart’s romantic Valentine’s Day weekend ends in utter disaster. Fate drops her into the arms of two big, handsome men who both assert their ownership over her. She wants to remain independent, but finds herself inexorably drawn to Dmitry. He’s tall, sexy, overbearing, and absolutely certain that she belongs to him. The choice, eventually, is hers. Accepting him means the end of life as she knows it and the beginning of a life she cannot fathom.n n nKindle Price: $0.99 Buy on Amazonn n

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n​Tessa heard huffing behind her and halted in her tracks. She slowly turned around. As cold, hungry, and tired as she was, slowly was the only speed of which she was capable. A squeak of fear escaped her mouth, which would have hung open were she able to stop chattering and shivering. 
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nThe hulking bear walked toward her, its stride purposeful, its gaze focused upon her. The flight or fight instinct froze her muscles, not that she could have fled anyway. Her body just wasn’t capable of it. Perhaps if she crumpled to the ground and curled up as tightly as possible? Might that convince the bear that she wasn’t worth its time or trouble? 
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nClose enough to open the channel for mental communication, Dmitry contacted the bear, using the mind-to-mind path open to all shifters. 
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nYou’re frightening her. 
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nHe felt a mild sense of surprise from the bear, but the shifter answered without breaking his focus on the woman, She smells ripe. She’s mine. 
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nShe’ll die of exposure and be no one’s if we don’t take care of her. 
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nWe? There is no “we,” tiger. The woman is mine. 
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nDmitry paused to deposit his duffle and then emerged from the cover of the winter forest. The woman’s brown eyes widened even more with terror. She groaned as with the realization that she was dead, either from animal attack or hypothermia. Death was certain. Escape was futile. 
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nJust as hungry for a mate as the bear, maybe even hungrier, Dmitry tried for rational control one more time: The woman is terrified and near to death from cold. We must take care of her first before either of us stakes a claim. 
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nShe’s mine! 
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nShe’s dying, you fool! 
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nIndeed, the woman had crumpled to the ground and she lay ominously still. n

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n​Tessa looked upward at the dimming sky. Considering that the winter sun had shone brightly overhead when they stopped, several hours had passed while she lay unconscious. Derek had wasted neither time nor energy calling for assistance. 
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nThe rat bastard had left her there to die. Since she had refused to be his mistress, he would find her disappearance convenient. She clenched her jaws and hoped for the gratifying opportunity to get her hands on him so she could throttle the jerk. Her shoulders drooped as righteous anger evaporated. The likelihood that she really would have the opportunity to exact a little vengeance looked pretty remote. 
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nShe shivered as cold sank bone deep and chilled the warmth of outrage. She was lost, freezing, hungry, andso damned tired. Hopelessness settled in her chest, which sparked a retaliatory fit of new anger. She’d always taken care of herself and she determined she would do so this time. But then, determination wasn’t always sufficient. She had no good reason to think she could survive being so woefully unprepared for this winter hike.
nDespair descended again, only held at bay by the faint, desperate hope that she could come across someone, anyone, from whom she could beg help. 
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n“As long as I’m moving there’s hope,” she muttered through chattering teeth, but the pep talk rang hollow.
nMaybe being found by some hillbilly mountain man wouldn’t be so bad after all. She clenched her jaws, but her teeth still chattered. If said imaginary, hillbilly mountain man could provide heat, she’d give him anything.
nThe waning sunlight drew her eyes to a wide trail. Tessa’s heart leaped with hope. A trail meant she was near civilization. Presumably. Slipping, sliding, and stumbling she raced toward the trail. Icy sweat joined the wetness soaking her clothes so that she teetered on the edge of hypothermia as she plodded along the trail, arms wrapped around herself, feet numb. Only the tears dripping from her eyes were warm, and those soon chilled in the cold temperatures. 
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nThe triumph of reaching the trail soon faded as she walked and saw no one. Of course, it wasn’t exactly peak season for hikers, but she had hoped to come across someone. Anyone. She had expected the famous trail would at least be lightly populated, not deserted. She walked, well, trudged would be a better word. She looked around her, hoped to see the golden glow of human habitation, like a window to a cabin with actual people inside. But cold and darkness and loneliness soon had her concentrating on merely putting one foot in front of the other. To stop walking was to die. 
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nHope ebbed. Maybe she would die out there, a stupid woman who had believed promises of forever from a man who had not meant them, a man who had patiently explained while they were still snuggled in a warm bed that she just didn’t have the background and social connections to be his wife. One would have thought that, at the ripe old age of thirty-six, she’d know better. 
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nTessa cursed her stupidity. She should have known that a snob like Derek wouldn’t consider a nobody like her—an administrative assistant—as a suitable candidate for marriage. 
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nStupid, stupid, stupid. The wrath she stoked distracted her from her current predicament.n

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nThe sight of his sweaty, bulging muscles made my mouth water and I swallowed, unwilling to admit I found him attractive … er … yummy. I lied to myself that I admired him as I admired a particularly beautiful sculpture. 
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nMy helper put his hands on me to help me with the correct position. He touched nothing inappropriate, but I felt his thumb swipe the soft inside of my arm a few times. 
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n“I’m Jason, by the way,” he said as I resumed pumping iron again. 
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n“Dana.” 
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n“You a new resident?” 
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n“No. Just visiting.” 
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n“Is he—” he jerked his chin toward Sam who’d realized I was no longer alone and glowered at us “—your boyfriend?”
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n​I snickered. “Hardly.” 
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n“Then you’re—” 
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n“Mine,” Sam snapped as he approached on my other side. 
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nJason grinned at him. “That’s not what she says.” 
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n“She seems to be confused about whose bed she slept in last night.” 
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nMy cheeks burned again at the implication of his words. “Sam!” 
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nHe smiled at me, but fury blazed in his eyes. “Sweetheart, don’t mislead the boy.” 
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nI released my hold on the handlebars and the weights fell with a loud clatter. Leaning forward, I hissed, “Don’t even go there.” 
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n“Hot, hot, hot,” Jason commented under his breath. “She’s a wild one, dude. When you’re finished with her or if you want to share, let me know.” 
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n“Share?” I squeaked in outrage. “Finished with me?” 
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n“I don’t share,” Sam replied, his voice cool. n

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