Thursday, July 13, 2017

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Turned by a Tiger 
(Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 12)
By Felicity Heaton















On the verge of bleeding out and hunted by his merciless 
torturers, Talon has no choice but to seek sanctuary at 
Underworld, a nightclub run by a jaguar shifter liable to kill
 him on sight for being a tiger shifter male. What he finds in
the old warehouse isn’t the grim shadow of Death though but 
an angel of mercy, one who offers him salvation and revenge
—one who happens to be his fated mate.


Tending bar at Underworld is never dull when you’re a mortal 
surrounded by immortals, but when a gorgeous tiger shifter 
covered in blood stumbles into the club, and set’s fire to her
 boss’s temper, Sherry’s entire world is in danger of being 
turned on its head. Something about the mysterious warrior
 has her stepping in to save him, something that ignites her
 heart and stirs her soul, and no matter how fiercely she 
fights it, she can’t hold herself back.

When Talon reveals the name of his captors, and his plan to
 head back in to save his friends, will Sherry be brave 
enough to embrace the feelings he stirs in her and step 
deeper into the world of immortals? And will Talon be strong 
enough to resist the lure of Sherry to protect his family’s 
secret or will he risk everything to claim his eternal mate?


My Review


Wow that was one hell of a book! Gods! How I love this
 series by Felicity Heaton. The books are all so expertly 
well-written. The book had a Wonderful flow to it. I was up 
reading into the wee hours of the morning. It was 5 a.m. and
 time to get up and get going. I so can't wait for the next book.

This book is about Talon and Sherry. Talon just escaped the
 Archangel facility. And he is in bad shape when he winds up
 on Kyters doorstep. Now other than Underworld, the 
paranormal bar and refuge in the town, except Kyter does not
 like other feline shifters. But thank the Gods Sherry is there.
 She sees talon and immediately drawn to him. So she takes
 him home and takes care of him. And when he wakes he 
realizes she s his. But she is human and that is a big deal. 
But I did laugh my butt of when he rubbed his sent all over 
her apartment marking it as his territory. But man is Sherry 
a spitfire. She takes no crap from any one even blue and the
 demon king himself. I love when the saved the others. More
 than once this happens but what sherry finds out is a true 
shock. Let’s hope in te en they are in time to save the others
 and that sherry makes the right choice in the end.


.Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. 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 







Everything was hazy, wrought with pain and fire, but Talon was deeply aware as he gazed up at the female standing over him in the large dimly-lit nightclub, a female who had defended him, that she was something to him.
Something powerful.
Something beautiful.
Incredible.
But also something impossible.
She was human.
A grunt left him as the pain blazing in his side grew stronger again, sending a fierce wave of agony rolling through him that tried to steal consciousness from his grasp. He fought it and the encroaching darkness, afraid that if he succumbed to it that he would pass out and the beauty standing before him would disappear, and when he woke she would be gone.
Nothing more than a memory.
Or a figment of his imagination.
She leaned past him, over the bar, and when she moved back to stand before him again, a dark towel hung from her right hand.
He opened his mouth, but nothing more than a croak came out of his bruised throat. He grimaced and tried again, pushing words past his cracked lips.
“Are you real?”
Pale pink full lips curled into a soft smile that reached her dazzling blue eyes and she crouched before him, a fearless and alluring little thing, and whispered, “I am. Rest easy.”
She took his hand, her touch electric, sending a fierce sizzle along his skin, and placed the towel against his left side. He stared at her as she put his hand over it and pressed down, her palm warm against the back of his hand.
“Keep pressure on it.” She glanced up into his eyes. “Io will be here soon. She’ll help me take you somewhere safe.”
Somewhere safe.
Talon wasn’t sure that was possible, but he didn’t want to tell her that, because he was lucid enough to understand that this somewhere safe she spoke of was her home, and he would be alone with her.
With this mesmerising and bewitching mortal.
His cat prowled beneath the surface of his skin, restless and hungry despite the pain that kept it held within him, caged there. Normally when he was injured, he had no inclination to shift, but something about her made him want to turn all tiger on her and drive her into submission.
There was fire in her, a spark that fascinated him, one he hadn’t seen in a female in a long time and had never considered a mere human could possess.
He had never realised before meeting this female that humans could have so much courage and strength, had been oblivious to it, believing them all weak creatures, frail and cowardly, who would last five seconds in a world of shifters, fae and demons if those species decided to make this world theirs.
The way she had stepped between him and the jaguar, placing herself in harm’s way to protect him.
A stranger.
It fascinated him.
Changed his entire opinion of her species.
Shattered it in fact, so the truth could shine through.
There were humans who were brave, strong of heart and body, ready to stand and fight for the sake of species far more powerful than they were.
There were also humans who were strong of heart and body, and ready to enslave and torture the very same species in their quest for knowledge and power.
Archangel.
He growled low in his throat, a reaction he couldn’t contain as he thought about them, one born of anger and grief, of suffering and a desperate need for vengeance.
He narrowed his focus back to the female, shutting out the memories of his time in Archangel’s hands, not strong enough to face them right now.
He was in her hands now, and he hoped she would be gentler with him than Archangel had been, would show him that not all humans despised his kind.
Those pretty blush lips parted to reveal straight white teeth, and then she froze and looked off to her left, leaving him wondering what she had wanted to say while staring so deeply into his eyes that he was left feeling empty as she tore her eyes from his, as if her gaze had stolen a piece of him.
He looked in that direction too and frowned as a slender, tall female with a regal air strode towards him beside the bar, skin-tight black armour hugging her figure. She twisted her sleek fall of black hair into a knot at the back of her head and shoved a silver pin through it with an air of irritation that said she wanted to stick it in someone.
Who?
The jaguar following on her heels or him for coming here and disturbing the peace?
The jaguar snarled at him, baring fangs, and Talon got the warning loud and clear.
He looked away from the female. The jaguar’s mate.
She wasn’t a shifter though.
Immortal, yes, but not a shifter. How was she meant to help the human take him to her home?
The answer hit him when he risked a glance at the female and noticed something about her.
Pointed ears.
An elf?
Talon had never met one before.
A hazy notion hovered at the edges of his mind, a feeling that crept in and slowly came into focus as he tugged at it. There had been an elf at Archangel. He vaguely remembered there being one. Or had it been two?
They hadn’t been prisoners though. He frowned, trying to put the pieces together, a growing feeling gnawing at his gut as he focused, becoming clearer at the same time as his memories.
They had been guests. He had caught their scent once, when being dragged from the cage and taken to his cell. He had overheard the guards muttering about working with the fae.
It had surprised him then, and it rocked him now.
The elves were allies of Archangel.
They were in league with them.
The female meant him harm. She meant to hand him over to them so they could lock him up again, could torture him. For what purpose? Why were the elves helping Archangel with their terrible experiments?
He wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t rest until he knew, and he wouldn’t allow this female to come anywhere near him.
He wouldn’t go back.
“Traitor,” he snarled through emerging fangs and used his right hand to push himself away from her, shuffling on his backside towards the exit.
He didn’t make it far before the pain became so intense he couldn’t breathe.
The vicious roar of the jaguar sounded around him, echoing through the empty club.
Darkness swept up and he pushed it back, refused to let it take him and leave him vulnerable when he needed to fight.
Needed to escape.
As the pain abated, and the risk of passing out faded, the world drifted back together with the feel of hands on his forearms, restraining him.
Hands that held him firmly, but didn’t belong to the jaguar.
Talon opened his eyes and looked at the delicate hands on him, touching his bare flesh, stained with his blood. Not strong hands. Not immortal and unyielding, able to break his bones if he tried to escape.
They were tender, their touch comforting, their grip meant to restrain him with their gentle understanding and not force.
He lifted his eyes to meet blue ones.
The mortal.
She crouched before him, close to him, so close he could feel her heat and her scent rolled over him, sweet like honey and vanilla. Gods, he wanted to drown in that smell, wanted to roll in it and cover himself in it, to rub against her so he would smell of only her.
And she would smell of him.
A touch of colour darkened her cheeks, but she didn’t release him and didn’t move to distance herself.
She stood her ground, noble and courageous, determined to bend him to her will.
“Iolanthe won’t hurt you,” she whispered softly, her voice a gentle breeze that carried away his fear and his panic, and part of his pain, sedating him and easing his tiger side. That part of him settled, the desire to fight and flee fading as he looked into her eyes and let her words wash over him. She glanced at the elf. “Will you, Io?”
He looked there too, in time to see the elf nod.
“I’m no traitor… and I don’t have a clue what he’s blathering about. Is he delusional?”
The female had a way of insulting people with barely a handful of words that he had never encountered in his three hundred plus years.
The jaguar standing guard beside her slid her a look, rolled his eyes and sighed in a way that said he had given up trying to iron out this particular wrinkle in her personality and was just going to roll with it now.
“Elves work with Archangel now,” Talon muttered, and didn’t fight the human as she helped him back into a sitting position with his shoulders resting against the front of the bar.
The elf shrugged. “I know. My brother spent some time there with the prince.”
Talon’s guard went back up so fast it made him dizzy, the sudden spike in adrenaline sending strength surging through him and rousing his tiger instincts, bringing them back to the fore.
She spoke of the two guests.
She knew them.
She was in league with them.
“You mean me harm,” he barked and pushed the human away from him, launched a hand up to grab the rail around the bar above his head, and hauled himself onto his feet. He growled at the elf, his fangs punching long from his gums and fur rushing over his shoulders and arms as he called on more of his strength. His tiger instincts roared it was a trap. “You mean to hand me over to your brother and your brother will hand me to Archangel… and return me to the nightmare.”
A wave of dizziness, stronger than before, crashed over him and his knees buckled.
The little human caught him under his arms and steadied him, and he froze with his back pressing against the cold brass bar and her firm body warming his front.
Talon gazed down at her, awareness of the world around him washing away again.
Gods, she was achingly beautiful.
“It won’t happen.” Her soft voice offered the comfort he needed, soothing the raging beast inside him, placating it and subduing him with a speed that left him shaken.
What power did this female have over him?
It was dangerous.
He was dangerous.
As much as he wanted her, as deeply as he needed her, he couldn’t have her.










Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince (Only 99c at all retailers!)












Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger – Coming August 2017

Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger – Coming September 2017









Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today 
international best-selling author writing passionate 
paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates 
detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense 
emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that
 vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and 
wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If 
you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, 
J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine 
Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-
selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, 
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm 
series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. 
If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, 
passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic 
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled 
with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to
 demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look 
at the new Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in
 touch, you can find her at the following places:









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