Claiming Their Royal Mate The Collection by Andie Devaux

What can I say but Holly hell that was a great series. These

books in this collection are truly amazing. They are well

written and the story is really interesting. Even though this

is a polyamorous group, It dose not start that way. its not till

book three that they actually are together in that way. I love

how Daniella describes the community where the

wear-tigers live. The fact that she feels it is like being back in

High school. I was drawn into the story from chapter one of

book one. and had to finish the set.

I hope you enjoy this book as Much as I did.

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The Claiming Their Royal Mate serial is available for FREE through Kindle Unlimited, but this collection is offered at a discount for readers not enrolled in that program.

Daniella Clark has lived blissfully unaware of her heritage,
but as her true nature reveals itself, a need rises that she
cannot control. Her sexy-as-sin neighbor, Owen, eases her
carnal heat and introduces her to a world she never even
suspected existed.

But the weretiger prime, Erick, wants her for his own. And he
is more than willing to fight his second-in-command for the
woman he claimed the moment he laid eyes on her luscious
form. He will do anything to protect his people, and their
future rests in Daniella’s hands.

Even as Daniella revels in the sensuality of the weretiger
males, she fights to maintain her sense of self. But when old
enemies arise, the battle for her heart isn’t the only fight they
must face. And Daniella will have to decide how much she is
willing to risk for the men who want her for their mate.

Claiming Their Royal Mate: The Collection includes all four
parts of the sensual, m/f/m series. The story contains steamy
scenes with two tiger shifters, a smidgeon of violence, and lots of dirty talk.
Happy reading!

She struggled into the hallway and banged on his door; the

sound hurt her sensitive ears.

Three knocks and the door opened.

Owen stood in the doorway, his large, muscular body bare

save for a pair of boxer briefs. He pulled her inside, a motion

so quick she barely felt his hands grip her arms before he

released her on the other side of the door frame. Then he

wasn’t touching her. Instead, he peered out into the hallway,

as if he thought she might not be alone.

“Are you all right? Did someone—”

“What the hell is wrong with me?” That wasn’t what she’d

meant to ask, dammit. There was no real reason to believe

Owen would have any idea what ailed her, but her instincts

screamed he knew the answer.

Or maybe she was just confused. She couldn’t even manage

a rational conversation at the moment. She clenched her

hands into fists to keep herself from reaching out and

touching him. And oh, how she wanted to touch the man who

even now made her angry. Feel the muscles barely

contained by his skin. Take in his scent, which teased the

edge of her senses.

He stared at her, then took a long breath. His eyes widened.

“Ah, hell, Daniella.”

The simple act of him saying her name pushed her blood

pressure up a notch. She licked her lips and took an

involuntary step toward him before stopping herself in her tracks.

“What is wrong with me?” She ground out every word.

“It’s not my place to say.” He shut the door behind him, turning his back to her.

She laughed, but the sound held no amusement. She was

about ready to either jump out of her skin, or shove this man

who she didn’t even care for to the ground so she could

screw him seven ways from Sunday, and he was keeping

secrets?

“Tell me!”

“It’s—you’re special. There’s something that your adoptive

parents never prepared you for, didn’t know to prepare you

for. But I’m only here to keep you safe. I can’t go into any

more detail.” His eyes met hers, more amber than brown,

and just his gaze sent a jolt of lust through her body.

“Fuck your secrets.” Her sex ached so badly that it hurt. And

he smelled good, so damn good. Like a twisted mix of man

and cinnamon. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to sleep with

him or eat him. She pressed her thighs together, but the

pressure only served to make her sensitive skin more inflamed.

His eyes narrowed in understanding.

“Dammit. You’re in full heat. Come with me.”

He led her to a couch and had her sit. But she couldn’t

sit—pressure seemed to only make it worse. So she lay

down instead. The world was surreal, and Owen’s scent

seemed to inundate the couch—a deep, masculine scent that

teased her desire. A murmured voice caressed her ears and

she realized he was on the phone.

What had he said—full heat? She had no clue what that

could be. Was he calling an ambulance? She might be ill.

She certainly didn’t feel right, although she didn’t feel sick,

either. Could she have been poisoned? The pipes in the

apartment building had to be old as dirt, probably filled with

lead. Maybe she’d been drugged. But she hadn’t left her

apartment all day, so how was that possible? Time-released

Ecstasy wasn’t a thing, as far as she knew. It felt as though

something—something outside of herself, outside of her

control—was assaulting her.

“I’m going to try to help you,” Owen said, his voice strained.

Daniella opened her eyes and blinked against the brightness. She hadn’t noticed him approaching.

“Need you,” she managed.

“I know, kitten. I can’t give you that. But I can help you.

Maybe make it not hurt so much. But to do that I have to

touch you.” His voice deepened and her sex throbbed in

response. “Do you want me to help you?”

Andie writes sexy erotic romance and erotica stories that push boundaries. When she’s not writing (or reading!), she can usually be found daydreaming or attempting a new recipe. She thinks that life should require happily ever afters. And since she doesn’t make the rules of life, she instead applies this philosophy to the worlds she can control-the ones in her books.