Book Three in the Altered States series.
After his release from a secret gene-alteration hospital, Special Forces soldier Ramon Osceola retreats to his home in Big Cypress Swamp, Florida. It's the only place he can escape a society that wouldn't understand his altered state.
Dr. Hannah Richards escapes Hell Hospital to find the man who can help save her daughter, one of the men whose genes she altered. Will he help her despite what she did to him? Or will he seek revenge against her for changing his life forever? Together, they search for answers and find a love that crosses the boundaries of man and beast.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Naked Prey by Myla Jackson
Nails dug into his palms again. She'd done this to him. Made him a freak. He could never trust himself with a woman again. Transformations happened sometimes with no warning. How could he have a meaningful relationship--no, how could he fuck someone--if he was afraid of what he might become in the process? He lived in fear that the panther in him would strike out and kill.
Dr. Hannah Richards drew a sharp breath between her teeth and stared up into his eyes. "I'd sleep with the devil himself if it means getting my daughter back safe."
"Good, because I'm the devil." He bent and claimed her mouth, his kiss angry, punishing. His hands slid down her back and up under her wet blouse.
Her skin was cool and damp, but it made the fire in his veins burn hotter. His grip was punishing and he'd snap her neck in two if he thought it would make him feel better, but nothing short of making him whole again would make him happy. After he'd been discovered on the outskirts of Johannesburg, South Africa, he'd thought he was rescued, freed from the hell he'd been forced to live. At that time, he didn't understand the full extent of the experimentation done on him in Hell Hospital. Nor had he known what other kinds of hell awaited him back at home. He could never go back to being the man he was.
The starch faded out of her body as he dug his tongue into her mouth, sucking at her lips, delving deep as if he'd crawl down her throat. Releasing her back, his hands circled to her front where he grabbed the lapels of her thin cotton blouse and ripped the buttons loose from top to bottom, laying her open for his perusal.
She gasped, her eyes wide, scared. Then she pushed her shoulders back, her full, rounded breasts jutting out beneath the scrap of apricot lace. "I know the animal in you has a greater sex drive and you might have a more difficult time controlling it. If you need the release, I'm willing to let you fuck me in order to secure your promise to help me free my daughter."
The thought of sinking into her luscious channel lit his insides like igniting aviation fuel, burning hot and fast through his system. Was she really willing to sell her soul to the devil just to save a child? He laid the side of his cheek against her bra-clad breast and slid his face across until his mouth poised over the lace hiding her nipple. He reached behind her, ripped the shirt from her shoulders and unclasped the bra from behind. With deliberately slow movements, he slid the straps over her shoulder until she stood before him naked from the waist up.
Rosy brown nipples puckered into tight beads, from the tips of her rounded flesh. Her breathing came in short, shallow gasps, but her hands didn't rise to cover her nakedness. She stood like a virgin at the sacrificial altar--the offering to the beast.