Title:
A Tiger’s Bride
Series:
#4 A Lion’s Pride
Author:
Eve Langlais
Publication:
September 15th 2015
This tiger is determined to make her his bride,
even if he has to kidnap her.
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There are so many good point in the book, I am at a
loss as to what to say. Eve is a phenomenal writer, I have
not read anything she wrote, that i have not loved.
These books just keep getting better. This one is about
Teena, Meena's twin and the man that chased her to the
pride. Now he has kidnapped Teena, But she may just like
being kidnapped by Dmitri. But in ture Teena fashion bad
things seem to happen around her. But Dmitri's reaction
to this, is not what you would expect. The man is simple
amazing character. I loved all the action in this book,
don't get me wrong there is a good dose of funny and sexy,
as is in all Eve's books. So go grab this book, you will not
be disappointed. And I hope you enjoy this book as much
as
I did. If you do like this book, please consider leaving
a review. The Authors
really like it when you do, they
value your
opinions too.
When at first you don’t succeed–turn to abduction.
It’s all in a day’s work when this Russian Siberian tiger
meets the woman
he wants.
An accidental kidnapping? Check.
A forced marriage? Check.
A virgin bride? Damn. There go his plans for seduction
and here comes
the pressure into making her first time
perfect. Because everyone knows that’s
the one she’ll remember, forever.
Gulp.
Add in a plane crash as well as hunters out to capture them
and the heat
is truly on.
Can this suave Russian mobster meet the challenge?
Awareness came with the speed of cold honey spooling
from a
dangling spoon. Slowly. So slowly, and that was
why it took the third time for
her to grasp someone spoke.
“Say I do.”
“Hunh?” Eyes closed, and the lids too heavy to lift, her
mouth a fuzzy peach in need of water, Teena’s mind
struggled to wake from the
most molasses sleep ever.
“Say I do,” hissed an accented voice, a voice that
seemed
familiar. But it was the scent that made her
smile. Manly musk intermixed with
a spicy cologne.
It seemed her Russian admirer was still at her side.
Had she
fallen asleep on him at the party?
It was so hard to remember.
“Repeat after me. I. Do.”
What did she do? Forcing her brain into gear,
she strove to
recall events. Last she remembered,
she was weaving back to the house after her
sister’s
wedding—drunk as hell because she was so mad
at her interfering
family—when Dmitri, that sexy Russian,
waylaid her. He’d made sure the ground
didn’t get fresh
with her body parts. Instead, he let them get fresh with
his
solid frame.
He held her in his arms. Said stuff. Nice stuff.
But forget
that and fast forward to the exciting
part where he kissed her.
Oh my. Upon her he
bestowed a masterful kiss
that melted her. She remembered the sense of
weakness
in her limbs. The roam of his hands, then…?
Her brow wrinkled. She couldn’t recollect anything
past the
amazing kiss.
Nothing. At all.
Had she seriously fallen asleep during the most
intense
embrace of her life?
Was this why Dmitri held her in his arms, his musky
scent
surrounding her? “Wake, little kitten. Just for a moment. I need you to say I
do.”
“I do?” Do what? Surely he didn’t demand permission to
kiss
her again? Was he after something else? Blerg.
She wished her brain wasn’t such
a sluggish mess.
Giving her cobwebbed thoughts a mental shake, she pried
her
eyes open in time to see Dmitri’s handsome face
hovering close to hers. She
also heard the words,
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the
bride.”
What!
Before she could grasp what had happened, lips pressed
against hers in a molten touch that melted her questions
and awakened a fire.
The kiss didn’t help her regain her
senses. On the contrary, she slipped into a
pleasurable
state with only one real thought in mind—more.
More kisses. More heat. More Dmitri.
The arms wrapped around her body held her upright
and a good
thing, too, seeing as how her legs had the
consistency of soft rubber. A tiny
part of her remarked
she should protest, or at least make an effort to assert
some kind of control.
She wasn’t firing on all cylinders. A sluggishness still
held her. It occurred to her she should cry and be
frightened, and yet…
She truly was enjoying the soft mesh of lips and the
warmth
of his breath. Or she was until she found herself
deposited in a chair. Talk
about a rude awakening.
Her body lamented the loss of the warmth from his while
her
inner lioness meowed in frustration. A frustration
she understood all too well,
given the ardor he woke
refused to settle so easily.
Struggling against the lassitude in her body, she managed
to
flutter her eyes open, not that it helped her
comprehension much. She didn’t
recognize her surroundings.
A pen was pushed into her hands. “Sign here,”
Dmitri’s
accented voice purred in her ear.
“What is it?” she muttered through numb lips as
she
struggled to remain awake. She peered blearily
at the white sheet in front of
her, to no avail. The words
on the paper wavered.
“It is what you want.”
Truly? Because…I want
him.
Without giving it a second thought, she signed.
Then he did too, using the same pen she had, his bold
signature alongside hers on the marriage certificate.
Blink.
Re-read.
Nope, the words on the paper hadn’t change.
She stabbed a finger at the paper, not trusting herself to
speak. But if she had, it might have sounded a lot like her
father, but with
fewer swear words. What the fuck just
happened?
He answered her unspoken question.
“We are husband and wife,
little kitten.”
Oh my. How
unexpected.
Married. She was married. To Dmitri.
I am married to the tiger.
Hunh, a coerced wedding, a first for the family and
certainly never a disaster her sister had ever managed.
Point for me?
No, because Meena evaded Dmitri’s plans.
I, on the other hand,
fell like a domino. Worse, I didn’t see it
coming. I really thought he liked
me. Thought he’d meant it
when he said he would woo her and prove his
intent.
What a jerk, kidnapping her like this and marrying her on
the sly. Making her his wife.
His wife?
Could a lioness giggle? Her inner feline certainly seemed
a
tad too pleased.
His mate. The
mental rumble vibrated through her body
like a ghostly purr, one that left her
senses alive.
Are you going to stand
up and assert your rights?
“You can’t force me to marry you. Tell him.” She addressed
the latter to the man dressed in a suit with a clerical collar
of black and
white, some kind of religious guy.
Surely he
wouldn’t condone this farce. “Tell him it doesn’t count
because I didn’t agree.”
“You said I do,” Dmitri reminded her.
“Because you told me to while I wasn’t even awake.
It
doesn’t count. And why is that priest ignoring me?”
“Little kitten, if you calm down, we can—”
“I will not calm down.” She lunged from the chair,
only
belatedly realizing the flimsiness of it.
The plastic bucket chair with its metal legs, a relic from
the
seventies, cracked. The hand she’d used to push off slid
as the plastic
snapped, and she lost her balance. Tipping
sideways, she threw out her hand,
but her reflexes were still
kind of woozy and she missed, hitting the floor
with her
shoulder then a ricochet of her head. Damned industrial
marble floor.
She lay there, at an angle, stunned, and also exposing
a lot
more leg than she should. Through squinted eyes,
she noted her skirt riding
high on her hip.
Dmitri noticed too. Interest smoldered in his gaze, a gaze
stolen by the collared man, who cleared his throat.
How dare he steal Dmitri’s attention?
Grrrr.
Who growled?
“Now, now, little kitten, give me a moment to deal with this
obviously brave man, daring your vicious rage.”
“I am not vicious.” Vicious was her sister.
“I think you’re tougher than you know.”
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~*~*~ Eve Langlais ~*~*~
~ A New York Times & USA Today Bestselle
~ #1 Amazon Paranormal Romance Bestselling Author
~ Top 10 AllRomance Bestselling Author 2013
Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes
full time in betweenjuggling my three kids, hubby, and
housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with
werewolves lol.
I am a bestselling Amazon author, ranking often in their top
100 romance authors. But I’m not just popular with Kindle
readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on
AllRomance for 2013 and have had numerous of my books
hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well.
hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well.
I am the first person to admit I am totally boring and lead
a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of fun is shopping at our
local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read.
My inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is
a total alpha male which means I often want to club him over
head with a frying pan. But, despite his ornery, ‘I-am-man’
nature, I love him dearly.
I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination
and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose
in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and
werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice
most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big,
overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman.
I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them
insane…with pleasure of course.
My heroines, they kind of run the gamut. I have some that
are shy and soft spoken, others that will kick a man in the balls and laugh. Many of them are
chubby, because in my world, girls with curves ROCK! Oh
and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their
defense, they need love too.Some of my work does push
boundaries and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear
in my tales, and in some cases, I’ve stomped on well known
religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my imagination is
a tad bit warped?I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my
tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle in
our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to
the needs of their flesh? Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading
my stuff at work. The door is wide open, explicit and hot.
Really, really hot. I love to write, and while I don’t always
know what my mind is going to come
up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous
and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.
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