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Omg I love these books. Felicity is a truly amazing Writer. I Know she says the characters talk to her. And truly feels that way when you read her books. I loved that own had a secret and was willing to share with Cait even before he knew she was his mate. The wonderful chemistry the two have is something wonderful. I cannot say to much without spoiling the story. But what she goes through to save him, is truly remarkable. She is trying to esca[e a hellcat hot on her trail. He wants to Collar Cait, but Cait will not let that happen she will keep on running until
she met her true mate. And when she runs in to Underworld seeking sanctuary. She did not know that she had run straight into her True Mate Arms. Now they both just need to figure out that Owen and Cait are Mates.
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Bitten by a Hellcat (Eternal Mates Romance
Series Book 6)
Felicity Heaton
The sole remaining member of the most famous shifter hunter family in history,
Owen Nightingale is a mercenary and a man with a secret held in his closely
guarded heart, but when a beautiful rare shifter catches his eye and offers him
a job, he has the feeling he’ll be the one paying for helping her—with his
heart.
Cait is in a spot of trouble with a capital
T. A male hellcat has set his sights on claiming her and she’s one kitty who
doesn’t want a collar. When she meets a dark, alluring and mysterious hunter,
she sees a chance to rid herself of the male, but the price Owen sets and the
fierce passion that burns white-hot between them lures her dangerously under
his seductive spell.
Can Owen discover the true intent of the
male hellcat and stop Cait from falling into his hands? And can Cait retain
control as the heat of desire burns between her and Owen, or will a reckless
moment seal both of their fates forever?
Bitten by a
Hellcat is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook,
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links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bitten-by-a-hellcat-paranormal-romance-novel.php
He was a wicked
man.
It thrilled her
but Cait hid it behind a smile, concealing how he made her heart flutter and
her body heat with only a handful of words and a sultry smile.
She had come into
Underworld seeking sanctuary, backed into a corner and in need of a crowded
place where the male after her wouldn’t dare do anything. He had ambushed her
when she had been making her way to the club and she’d had to fight him to get
him off her tail. She had barely escaped, twisting free of his clutches as he
had attempted to get a wretched restraint on her.
She was no tame
kitty and she didn’t want a collar, and that was exactly what the male hellcat
intended to give to her.
Plenty of fiery
females of her race had met their end in a piece of steel and leather,
reinforced by magic to subdue the wearer and place them under the control of
another.
Their ‘mate’.
That wasn’t the
life for Cait, and if she had to run forever, she would keep on running until
she met her true mate, the one fated for her.
She glanced across
the heaving nightclub towards the shadowy corner where the big dark-haired male
lurked. She could feel his eyes on her and she refused to let him fluster her.
She was safe here. He couldn’t do anything in such a public place except glare
at her.
If he were foolish
enough to try, the staff would step in to protect her.
The owner in
particular would. Kyter had always been good to her whenever she had braved
leaving Hell to visit his club. He would keep the big male away from her.
Maybe the man
opposite her would too.
There was
something about him that drew her to him. He felt dangerous for a mortal, an
edge of darkness lacing his scent, and power. There was a sense of menace in
his looks too, in the intensity of his fierce gaze. He was right and he was a
man who could handle himself, despite the fact he was mortal. That sensation of
danger had drawn her gaze to him the second she had walked into the club and
the sight of him had stopped her in her tracks.
He was handsome,
an example of male perfection with his high cheekbones and defined jaw that
framed a straight nose, sensual bowed lips and eyes that shone with
intelligence and confidence, and a glimmer of darkness. His short dark hair,
black jeans and shirt were a contrast to the paleness of those eyes that made
them stand out even more.
They were green.
She had been
itching to know their colour since setting eyes on him. With every change of
song, she had come close to leaving the dance floor and approaching him, barely
stopping herself and then finding the strength to resist when the next tune
began.
She had given up
her fight against his dark allure when Kyter had spoken to him and she had
realised that the male knew the big jaguar, and had heard their conversation.
One of the perks of being a hellcat. She could tune out any noise in order to
focus on one in particular. She had snooped, and what she had heard had been
enough to pique her interest and shatter her weakening will to resist
approaching him.
A hunter.
His pale green
eyes darted between hers and she could sense his eagerness as he held her hand
close to his lips, on the verge of kissing it. Cait wanted to push her hand
forwards and make him do it, as eager for him to kiss it as he was.
She played it cool
instead.
“I’m not sure I
should promise to make your wildest dreams come true when I don’t even know
your name.” She smiled and he echoed it, his profane lips curving wickedly
again.
For a mortal, this
male was dangerous beyond all expectation, but she didn’t mean it in the
violence and strength sense this time. He was dangerous on another, intimate
level. He wreaked havoc on her body and her control, every smile or glance
pushing her closer to the edge and making her want to give up the charade they
were playing and kiss him.
He wanted her.
She could see it
in his eyes and feel it in the way he touched her, his light caress making her
burn inside.
She wanted him
too.
The game they
played was pointless and stupid. Dancing around their mutual desire only made
them have to wait longer to get what they wanted.
A taste of each
other.
She had waited too
long as it was, passing years without a male’s touch, leading a solitary life
in Hell. She had grown bored of the hunt and the thrill at the end of it almost
a century ago, craving something more than brief trysts with males, even when
she pretended that hunger didn’t exist. She had decided long ago that she would
spend her life free of the complications of relationships and she had stuck to
that plan for countless centuries.
That vow had
shattered the moment her gaze had met his across the nightclub.
He had awakened
desire in her again, passion that had been dormant and now felt as if it would
consume her, need that burned so fiercely she feared it might rage out of
control if she didn’t find a release for it soon. Just a glimmer of
satisfaction.
A single kiss
would do.
For now.
She twisted her
hand in his, reversing their positions, and brought his hand to her lips. Her
eyes held his as she pressed a kiss to it and breathed him in, his rich scent
of spice and fire, and something else branding itself on her senses. What
secret did he hold that gave him the strength to fight demons and powerful fae
and survive? Whatever it was, it was in his blood, lacing his scent, making it
dark and alluring.
His pale green
eyes narrowed on her lips where they pressed against his callused large hand.
“Owen,” he
muttered and then his voice gained strength as he straightened and lifted his
eyes to hers. He looked as if he was gauging her again, studying her reactions.
“Owen Nightingale.”
Cait could see why
he had been watching her closely now, eyeing her like the hunter he was, no
doubt putting everything about her to memory so he could note it all down
later.
Including how she
reacted to hearing that he was a member of the most illustrious hunter family
to have ever existed.
Did he think she
would turn tail and run on hearing that he was a Nightingale?
She wasn’t afraid.
She was impressed. The perfect and handsome Owen had just become a shade more
perfect for her.
“I’m Cait, with a
C.” She twisted their hands again and shook his.
He raised a dark
eyebrow. “Like Cat, with an I?”
She shrugged and
nodded. “My parents thought they were being cute.”
Owen looked her
over, a leisurely raking of his eyes from her head to her toes that set her on
fire.
His expression
gave nothing away, not a single thought or feeling.
“Maybe they
thought you were cute and deserved a cute name to match.”
Gods, she wanted
to ask what he thought but bit her tongue to stop herself. “Most people don’t
think hellcats are cute.”
“I’m not most
people.” That flicker of wickedness was back in his eyes as he gave her another
once over. “But I can’t really judge whether you’re cute or not since I’ve
never seen a hellcat in their true form.”
Cait narrowed her
gaze on him and shot him a sultry smile of her own. “I know you’re dying to see
me in just my fur.”
He looked as if he
might blush, but rallied and fixed her with hungry eyes that left her in zero
doubt of his desire. “I wouldn’t say no to seeing you naked.”
She flushed all
over, hot from head to toe at just the thought of getting naked with him. She
leaned closer, reached her right hand out, and stroked her fingers down his
chest. It was as hard as steel beneath the soft material of his black shirt.
She heated further, burning hotter as she raced to imagine just how good he
would look naked, that honed body on display for her hungry gaze to devour.
Cait wrestled for
control over herself and won, refusing to let him fluster her when she was
trying to fluster him.
She tilted her
head to one side and looked deep into his piercing green eyes. “What’s your
view on interspecies relationships? You must like tangling with other species
since you’re a hunter.”
His sensual lips
quirked into another smile. “I’ve tangled with many species… but never with a
hellcat.”
“No?” Cait leaned
closer, feeling a little breathless as she narrowed the distance between them.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Owen mirrored her,
moving closer, his heat washing over her and his heart thumping like a drum in
her head, a beat hers tried to match.
“I think I do know.” He raked his dark gaze over her
again and scrubbed a hand down over his mouth. “But I wouldn’t say no to
finding out.”
Felicity Heaton
The sole remaining member of the most famous shifter hunter family in history, Owen Nightingale is a mercenary and a man with a secret held in his closely guarded heart, but when a beautiful rare shifter catches his eye and offers him a job, he has the feeling he’ll be the one paying for helping her—with his heart.
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