Mal Ton Adoha, a powerful shapeshifter, has spent his life fighting for the freedom of his people. He is ruthless and unconventional, willing to use any weapon at his disposal, including his sexuality. The last thing he expects when he rescues a group of humans is a spirited beauty who sets his senses on fire. His life is complicated enough without a contrary female, but he is tantalized by her smell, her taste, the sleekness of her skin. His body demands her touch. There is no other option--he will become her Master.
Years in the military have taught Lorelle to be tough, ambitious. She is determined to resist Mal Ton regardless of how badly she burns for his touch. She was dragged to another world against her will. Now she refuses to be a pawn in their irrational war. Lorelle knows she shouldn't trust Mal Ton, but she's drawn to him again and again. Only in his arms can she make sense of the conflict. Only together can they hope to survive.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Shifter by Aubrey Ross
"Will Karla and the others need more of the antigen?"
He shook his head and wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck. "They're safe. And so are you."
She wanted to believe him, but it was only partly true. She wouldn't be safe until she allowed him to give her the antigen. Gazing into his eyes, the temptation took root and swept through her in a languid wave. "How were we infected? Did someone do this to us intentionally?"
"I'd rather do this while you're still rational. We're running out of time." He tried to pull her closer. She shoved against his chest. "Are you a virgin? Is that why you're so resistant?"
"I am not a virgin, but I generally know a man for more than an hour before I have sex with him."
One of his brows arched in silent challenge. "You've never been tempted to indulge your fantasies?"
"What would you know about my fantasies?"
He responded with action instead of words. His long arms wrapped around her and his mouth settled over hers. Lorelle balled her hands into fists, clinging to the last few fibers of her stubborn nature. It felt wonderful to be held. Another fiber snapped. His lips were warm and patient. He teased and caressed when she'd expected force.
"Open your mouth," he whispered against her damp lips.
Hard and hot, his body enveloped her. He pushed his knee between her thighs, pulling her hips forward until his erection aligned with her belly. Her mound rubbed against the unyielding muscle in his leg, compounding the ache already pulsing there.
Her startled gasp allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue eased past her lips and his fingers tangled in her hair. Tension coiled. Her legs trembled and reality spun away. She'd been taken from her homeworld without explanation, much less permission. Now she was expected to yield her body as well?
With a frantic tug, she freed her mouth from his sensual assault. "I won't do this! I can fight the urge for a few more hours."
"Lorelle," he framed her face with his hands and stared into her eyes, "in a few more hours you'll be feral. Your DNA will recode and there's no cure once that transformation begins. I understand your need to resist. No warrior wants to surrender, but you are still in control. I will not rape you. I'm asking you to let me ease your pain."
Her body shook. Never in her life had she lost a battle, there had been occasional retreats, but never a surrender. "If I say no?"
"I'll do what I can to minimize your suffering."
Her heart lurched and she glanced away. "I...don't want to die."
"I know." He stroked her jaw with his knuckles, his voice soft and low. "Say the word and we'll fight this thing together."