Book 2 of the Feline Breeds
He had protected her as a child, filled all her teenaged fantasies and stole her womanly heart, only to break it.
Now, fifteen months later, the news has released. The man she loves is one of the genetically altered Feline Breeds who have shocked the world with their presence. He's also her mate. The mark on her neck attests to that. The fire that rages in her heart and in her body further proves it. But he hadn't wanted her then. Does he really want her now?
Deceit and treachery born in the past, now haunt the present as Taber and Roni fight to make sense of their sudden bonding, the mating of heart, body and soul. Taber must battle the forces raging against his union with the woman he has claimed as the man and beast within begin to merge.
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1 . Mating Heat... Do I need to say More!
Posted October 03, 2010 by R.S. , HoustonThis book did not disappoint! I have read several of the other Breed Series book, which is why I might not have given it a total 5 star raiting. The was an easy read, steaming and so worth putting it on your To Read List!
2 . Excellent series
Posted May 30, 2010 by Terri , ColoradoGreat book to new series. Very inventive shapeshifter novel. Very hot.
3 . Another Great Read From Lora Leigh
Posted May 25, 2010 by yennajenna , Ashland, KYI loved this book, it is even better than the first book in the breed series. The story line is great, the love scenes sexy and the action great, I love this series!
July 24, 2008
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Excerpt from The Man Within by Lora Leigh
"Roni, dammit, what kind of trouble did you manage to get yourself into this time?"
Roni Andrews tried to suppress her grin as she heard Taber's voice echoing through the corridor of the cells housed in the county jail. She sat back on the uncomfortable bunk, trying for nonchalance. No way in hell would she give him the chance to see just how much he could intimidate her. And boy could he intimidate.
Well over six feet tall, his body corded with powerful muscles, his expression often savage, remote, he could set her heart to pounding in both fear and arousal. The fear she could handle. It was the arousal she often had problems with. It had first hit her right after she turned sixteen. It had intensified several months ago after her twenty-second birthday. There were nights she burned for him, and it terrified her.
She welcomed the sensation of cool stone at her back, easing a bit of the stifling heat that surrounded her. The heat that built inside her as well. The air conditioner had broken down that night and the cells had been stifling. Thankfully, old Mort, the jailer, had opened the windows rather than let her suffer.
The hard smack of Taber's boots on the stone floor caused her to wince. He only walked like that when he was pissed. She carefully pasted an expression of bored amusement on her face. Wouldn't do for him to know she was really scared to damned death of him when he got pissed.
Not that Taber would hurt her. Instinctively she knew he would never lay a hand on her. But there was something about him when he got mad. Something primal, predatory. He wasn't a man she wanted to risk pissing off too often. Unfortunately, trouble just seemed to find her and more often than not Taber was left to bail her out of it, one way or the other. She was terrified that one day he would get tired of being her knight in shining armor and write her off entirely.
Within seconds he was standing at the cell door, his hands braced on his lean hips, a frown etched on his proud, sun-darkened face. Damn, he made her want to start rubbing against him, like a cat. He was tall and muscular, his shoulders broad, his chest powerful and tapering to a flat, corded abdomen that tempted her to touch.
Long powerful legs were encased in snug denim and there was no way in hell she was going to let her gaze drift to...oh hell. That bulge between his thighs just looked too good to be true. Hastily she jerked her gaze back to his face.
His eyes were narrowed on her now, the jade-green color brilliant and snapping with fury. She swallowed tightly. He was none too pleased with her this morning.
"I didn't do a damned thing," she snapped back, allowing all the awakening senses he managed to flip into overdrive to fuel her own anger. "I was just standing there, Taber. Honest. That sheriff has lost his mind."
She fought to hide her amusement. Of course, he knew she was lying. He always knew when she was lying.
"I should let you rot here." She loved that growling thing he did when he was pissed. His voice would lower and just vibrate...like a cat. She had a fondness for cats.
She rolled her eyes, though the muscles in her lower stomach quivered in reaction. She could literally feel her breasts swelling, her nipples peaking at the sound, and she knew he hadn't missed the reaction.
Instantly his expression shut down. No anger, no ire. Like a damned robot. Everything in his face seemed to tighten, to chill, causing her to shiver in reaction. She hated it when he did that, hated when he hid from her any response he might have to her.
"Are you rescuing me here or what?" she snapped, hurt by his retreat. "It's damned hot in here, Taber, and getting hotter." In more ways than one.