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Wicked Temptations

By: Kate Hill | Other books by Kate Hill
Published By: New Concepts Publishing
Published: Feb 19, 2013
ISBN # 9781603947237
Word Count: 66,753
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Caged With the Tiger:
When a lie from her past is uncovered, Saloni discovers that she must share punishment with the man she tried to ruin. She finds herself caged with the were-tiger, Rahul, the man who set her blood on fire--and destroyed her life.

Bound to the Tiger:
Zane has been called upon to act as an ambassador between his weretiger clan and the female assassins who call themselves The Wakened Veils. He must work with the lovely but headstrong vampiress, Kesi.
When she meets the handsome, blue-eyed weretiger, Zane, Kesi is overwhelmed by desire but knows a permanent relationship between them can never be. She will do everything in her power to keep from loving Zane, even if it means destroying him along with her heart.

Tamed by the Tiger:
Raine Santangelo, a Succubus, has never failed to aid her sisters of the Wakened Veils in seeking revenge, until she meets the charismatic weretiger called Sanjay. The Wakened Veils have marked his son for death, however, and she finds herself torn between past loyalties and a nearly irresistible desire for Sanjay.

This title is an anthology which includes: "Caged with the tiger, Bound to the Tiger and Tamed by the Tiger"
 
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Excerpt:
Caged with the Tiger
by
Kate Hill

© Original Copyright (Caged with the Tiger), December 2006

Rahul sprang at her so quickly that even with her vampiric reflexes she had no chance to react. One moment she was seated on the bed, the next she was lying flat on her back, trapped beneath Rahul's semi-beast body. His hands pinned her wrists to the bed and one of his long, muscled legs rested heavily over both of hers.
His gaze fixed on her, holding her captive emotionally just as his body held hers physically. Before her eyes, his tiger's coat receded and his features molded back into their human shape.
Saloni's pulse raced out of control. He was so handsome--large dark brown eyes with long, thick lashes, sharp cheekbones, and full lips that she longed to kiss. Even after two centuries he was still the sexiest man she'd ever known. This powerful weretiger made her pulse race--no small feat considering her supernatural constitution.
The truth struck her with staggering impact. She was trapped alone with Rahul for a month with no hope of getting out early for good behavior. Besides, she wondered how long she could keep up a semblance of good behavior when, just looking at him and feeling his big, warm body against hers, she wanted to behave quite badly. Terribly. She wanted to do the same things that had gotten her into trouble to begin with.
No. It could not happen. She would remain in control and not allow him to seduce her again.
"Get off me!" she shouted
"Not until you take back what you said about me letting my son die."
"You did."
"If I had known you were pregnant that never would have happened. You would have been with me instead of with that abusive trash your parents arranged for you to marry. Do you think I wanted you to be stuck with a bastard who beat you? I still want to know, Saloni, how you could have chosen him over me."
Damn, this man knew exactly what to say to shoot her anger off the scale. She struggled against his hold, nearly flinging him off, but his grip tightened. She felt the tiger in him. Powerful, angry, unstoppable.
"If you had told me the truth--"
"By the time I realized I was pregnant, you had already left India! I said that at the trial! As for taking my husband over you, I had no choice. If I didn't marry him, my family would have disowned me. I'd told you that from the first, Rahul, but you pursued me anyway. You knew I couldn't marry you."
"Wouldn't, you mean."
"There is no difference."
"Oh, there's a difference, Saloni. A great difference."
His voice had softened to almost a whisper and he lowered his head slightly so their lips nearly touched. In spite of her anger, she wanted him to kiss her. More than that, she wanted to be completely possessed by him and to possess him, as well. The thought of sinking her fangs into the side of his strong neck and tasting his blood aroused her to a dangerous level.
By the lust burning in his eyes, she knew he wanted her, too. Between their bodies, his shaft hardened, an arousing, familiar sensation that she vividly recalled, though it had been two centuries since they'd made love. His warm hands seared her flesh and she felt his heartbeat quicken against her, or perhaps it was her own heartbeat?
Another low growl rumbled in his chest and he stood abruptly, leaving her trembling with need, her nipples hard and a pleasant yet frustrating ache between her legs. If possible, she hated him more than ever.
She sat up and stared at him. Rahul crossed the room to pick up his discarded clothes. Heavens he had a gorgeous body. Tall and sleekly-muscled, he had long limbs and a broad chest dusted with dark hair. His cock, quite thick even in its semi-erect state, rose from a wiry thatch of black pubic hair. Muscles flexed in his powerful legs as he squatted, picked up the clothes, and stood again. His smooth brow furrowed, he examined the shredded shirt and trousers. He'd been in such a hurry to rip them off and change into tiger form that his claws had rendered the garments useless. Saloni nearly laughed at his frustrated expression, and then she realized this meant she was trapped with a naked man who turned her on so much she could scarcely control the urge to lick him all over.
She flopped onto her back and closed her eyes tightly. Could the situation possibly get any worse?


Bound to the Tiger
by
Kate Hill

© Original Copyright (Bound to the Tiger), December 2007



Low to the ground, the white tiger stole through the jungle. Muscles rippled beneath the great cat's pelt, now matted with dirt and blood. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he tried to focus his bleary eyes on the path leading to his clan's meeting place. Ignoring the pain of dozens of tooth and claw marks, he concentrated on reaching his brothers. Hopefully no more enemies would attack for he was nearly spent and doubted he would survive another fight, not that he wouldn't willingly die in battle serving his clan leader and his goddess.
For days Zane and his brothers had been fighting a rival clan, one that disregarded the weretigers' ancient creed. Created by the mother goddess, they had once been her most trusted protectors and part of a single clan loyal to her. Long ago the clan divided. Some remained true to the goddess while others used their supernatural powers for evil.
Zane's clan, headed by the black weretiger Sanjay, still followed the goddess and respected her ways. They had recently gone to war with a rival clan who had been moving in on their territory and slaying humans, an act forbidden by the goddess' creed.
Nearly stumbling over a fallen tree, Zane grunted in pain. His mangled hind leg buckled, and he sat for a moment, panting, his senses straining as he caught the scent of another tiger approaching. White weretigers were extremely rare and few survived long during times of war since their color made them easy targets. Zane could scarcely believe he'd survived as long as he had. It seemed like every enemy cat in the area had attacked him over the past few days. Sanjay had not demanded he stalk the front lines but suggested he remain closer to the clan's meeting place. Zane would have none of it. No matter what the color of his pelt, his skin or his eyes, he was as much a weretiger as any of his brothers.
The other tiger's scent grew stronger and relief washed over Zane when he recognized it as belonging to a member of his clan.
Raj approached and gently butted Zane with his head. Like the other members of the clan, except for Sanjay, Raj had a tan and black pelt. With a series of almost inaudible grunts and purrs, he told Zane that he would escort him to the meeting place where he could get medical attention. During battle it wasn't unusual for a clan member to act as protector to an injured brother, so Zane willingly accepted Raj's assistance.
To the injured weretiger it seemed like forever before they reached the meeting place. Nearly unconscious from blood loss and pain, he managed to drag himself into one of the tents before lapsing into blackness.
* * * *
Zane dreamed of the London home where he'd been born, the only child of a merchant and his wife. His mother had aristocratic blood, yet she had rarely associated with her relatives. In the late nineteenth century, her great grandfather, an English military man, had been stationed in India. His family, including his young daughter, Elizabeth, had gone to live with him. It was there that Elizabeth became fascinated by stories of men who stalked the jungles as tigers. When a handsome demon stole into her bed chamber, she willingly surrendered her innocence for a pleasure few mortals knew--the mating with a weretiger. Soon after she found herself abandoned by her supernatural lover but carrying his child. When she'd nearly given up hope of ever seeing her lover again, a man called Sanjay appeared with tragic news. Her weretiger had been killed in a battle with another of his kind. Sanjay told her that should she have a boy child, there was a chance he would inherit his father's shapeshifting gift. If that happened, she should contact Sanjay and he would take the boy into his clan and teach him the ways of the weretiger.
A young woman pregnant and unmarried in that day and age often found herself in a hopeless predicament. Elizabeth's father had a great deal of affection for her and, against the judgment of his wife, agreed to care for her and the child. Elizabeth gave birth to a girl, and she assumed that since no female weretigers existed, the supernatural bloodline was no longer a concern. The family moved back to London where Elizabeth was shunned by her peers and lived the remainder of her life as a recluse. Her daughter, Rose, was a beautiful girl with her father's ink black hair and her mother's blue eyes. A local merchant fell in love with her and asked for her hand. Eager to move away from a house where she was often the brunt of her mother and grandmother's resentment, she accepted the merchant's proposal.
Shortly after, she gave birth to Zane. From an early age Zane sensed he was different from other children. Not simply because of his culturally diverse background, but there was something inside him, something wild, that he couldn't quite understand. He felt trapped in the city and would dream of jungles he had never seen yet somehow knew intimately.
At the age of five he shifted shape for the first time. Within the space of a breath and without conscious thought, his bones became flexible, twisting and reshaping. A coarse brown and white pelt sprouted from his smooth human skin and his senses sharpened, each noise almost painful, every light practically blinding him.
Though Rose had heard stories of the weretiger from her mother, she had never truly believed them. She thought her mother was making up fanciful tales to ease the pain of a lover abandoning her with a child. Now she had no choice but to confide in her mother about Zane's supernatural constitution.
That was how he first came into contact with Sanjay and the weretiger clan. Upon receiving Elizabeth's letter regarding her grandson, Sanjay himself traveled to England to claim a child that belonged more to the clan than he ever would to his parents.
Rose and her husband, confused and horrified by the child they'd spawned, willingly sent Zane back to India in the care of Sanjay. Other than a yearly visit to England in the company of a weretiger brother, Zane remained with Sanjay who raised him alongside his own son and heir, Rahul.
With his blue eyes and white pelt, Zane stood out among his kind. It seemed no matter what world he lived in he could never truly fit in, and he desperately wanted to belong to the weretiger clan. He trained as a warrior and hunter and grew into a strong, courageous man. Still the white pelt made him an easy target among his enemies. Sanjay tried to persuade him to leave the fighting to others, but Zane refused. As a weretiger he would express his love and loyalty to Sanjay, his leader and the only real father he had ever known, through blood service, like the rest of the clan.

Tamed by the Tiger
by
Kate Hill

© Original Copyright (Tamed by the Tiger)

Sanjay’s door opened and Raine’s breath caught at the sight of him, barefoot and shirtless, wearing faded jeans that clung to his long, muscular legs. His shoulders were broad, his chest lean and arms powerful. She had the sudden urge to lick every inch of his six pack abs. A few sparse dark hairs dusted his chest and the flesh around his navel.
“Raine,” he said in that deep sexy voice. His obsidian gaze captured hers and refused to let go. “Please come in.”
She stepped inside and he closed the door behind her.
“I’m surprised to see you here.”
“I wanted to bring the news in person.”
In truth that was only part of the reason. Because of him she had wasted a night of hunting and as Kesi suggested she was growing quite desperate. It was only fitting that if she suffered because of him, he should repay her efforts. After she informed him of the First Wraths’ rules for their meeting, she intended to give in to her urge for this man’s sinfully gorgeous body.
“Well?” he asked.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a seat?” She stared at him with her most seductive look.
He lifted his chin toward the breakfast table standing in front of glass doors that led to a balcony.
Raine sat and crossed her legs. Her little black dress hiked up, exposing a good deal of her shapely thighs. After placing her small black purse on the table, she folded her hands on her lap. She tilted her face in his direction as he approached and loomed above her, radiating the energy of a great cat even in his human form.
Folding his arms across his chest and fixing his dark gaze on her he said, “This is not a joke.”
“Tell me about it. You have no idea the hoops I had to jump through to convince the First Wraths, not to mention the unit assigned to your son, to hear your side of the story.”
“But they will listen?”
“Under certain conditions, yes.”
“What conditions?” Though his voice remained calm she detected annoyance in his eyes.
This was not a man accustomed to taking orders from anyone. She could tell he was the one who usually established conditions rather than bow to someone else’s. Since he was also quite old she didn’t doubt it galled him even more that women were in control of circumstances so important to him. She couldn’t help feeling a perverse satisfaction knowing this. She’d met too many men like him throughout her life. Her own father had been such a controlling swine that the Veils had eventually staked him. She couldn’t even say she missed him.
“First, both you and Rahul must be present at the trial.”
“To ensure an easy kill if he is still found guilty.”
“You did attack three of our women, Sanjay, and also admitted that if Rahul isn’t set free there will be further bloodshed. We must take steps to ensure our own safety.”
“How can I be ensured of a fair trial?”
“You can’t. But you are the one who came to us. Of course you’re free to leave right now, but don’t doubt that we’ll follow you. I know several members of the sisterhood who would love a black tiger coat.”
His lip curled slightly and she heard a low rumble in his chest. A thrill of fear and arousal darted through her. This SOB was more virile than any man had a right to be, and deep inside she had to admit the beast in him turned her on. Watching him shift to a half man-half beast earlier that night made her long to see him in complete tiger form. She didn’t doubt he’d be magnificent.
“What are the other conditions?”
“The meeting must be held at my grandmother’s home in Cascais, Portugal. I have already arranged for plane tickets.” At his nod, she continued, “Last, you will not be allowed to speak without a sponsor from the sisterhood. Needless to say, you haven’t done much to win any popularity contests among us.”
“The meeting is a farce. No member of your sisterhood will speak for our benefit.”
Raine drew a deep breath and released it slowly. “I will. I’m your sponsor.”
“You believed what I told you?”
“I believe in your feelings for your son and will see that he gets a fair trial.”
For a long moment he held her gaze, as if deciding whether to believe her. Something told her he didn’t trust any easier than she did. Finally he nodded.
“Good,” she said. “You and Rahul will meet us at the airport tomorrow evening at five and we’ll travel together. My friend Kesi will be accompanying us. She is one of the warriors you attacked. Just a warning, she’s not happy with you.”
“I don’t imagine she would be. I put a stop to their amusement.”
Raine’s brow furrowed. “You think our work amuses us?”
“Doesn’t it?” He bent and placed his hands on the chair arms, caging her with his sinewy arms and broad chest, his face so close she detected the faint silver rings surrounding his obsidian irises. His lips were near enough to hers that she need only lean forward and they would touch. “Tell me the truth, Succubus, you’re all so twisted by hatred that you enjoy causing others to suffer.”
“Only those who deserve it.”
“When was the last time you sought out a man for pleasure, not simply to quicken you with his energy, but for companionship. Love.”
“Love?” She smirked. “I’ll tell you what I know of men’s love. My grandmother and the other founders of the Veils were slaves to men. She tried to warn my mother not to trust them, but she wouldn’t listen. My mother fell in love with a Roman vampire who made her life and mine hell. He was an evil, torturing bastard, my father, as are my brothers. Mother was so ashamed of her decision to love that it took her literally ages before she confided in the Veils who avenged her by staking my father during his daylight sleep. I had to content myself with spitting on his cremated remains, but to tell you the truth, I would have gladly killed him myself. Unfortunately I was locked away at the time as punishment for my nature. Can you believe a bloodsucking vampire would condemn me for draining a little energy?”
She wasn’t certain if it was a buildup of hunger that caused such weakness, but as she spoke long buried emotions rose within her – rage, fear, sadness. The urge to hit something or cry almost overcame her, but she knew a better way to pacify herself. Besides, Sanjay owed her not only for complicating her life but for representing him to the First Wraths.
His gaze held hers with sympathy she both craved and despised.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his deep voice shockingly gentle.
In reply she grasped the back of his head, loving the sensation of his silky hair running through her fingers, and covered his mouth in a harsh kiss. Her lips pressed hard against his. For a moment he didn’t move, but allowed he to vent her emotions. Her tongue plunged into his mouth and swept against his, savoring his warmth and taste. Clasping the back of his strong neck she pulled herself closer to him. His hands remained braced on the chair arms, rock-hard and immovable.
Then his tongue met her strokes, engaging in a hot, sensual battle. He explored every inch of her mouth and gently bit her lower lip before licking it. Damn, this man could kiss!

Wicked Temptations

By: Kate Hill
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