by Leslie Chase
"We're being attacked!" Lenore shouted. "Maxwell, help!"
That was all she got out before the man dragged her out of the vehicle, and away from the phone. She screamed, struggling, but it was no use. She was pulled away helplessly, but as she went, an idea popped into her head. It was a crazy idea, but she'd try anything to not simply be a helpless victim in this.
Lenore reached out with her free hand, grabbing at the car as the man pulled her away, her hand closing on the shattered window. The glass dug into her palm, and a sharp tug jerked her away from it, leaving a smear of her blood on the door. Drops fell from her palm as she stumbled forwards. Maxwell said he knew I was his mate by smell, she thought. Maybe, just maybe, I can leave a trail for him?
The guard paid her wounded hand no attention, holding her arm firmly and steering her to a silver Mercedes pulling up behind the crash. Again, she tried to pull away, but his grip tightened like a vice. There was no escaping him.
Another man pulled open the rear door of the Merc, and a man got out to meet her. A tall man, silver haired but looking no older than thirty, wearing a very expensive looking suit and sunglasses. He smiled smugly at her as he offered her his hand. At his waist, clashing against the modern suit, he wore a sword belt, and Lenore recognized the stolen silver talwar hanging from it.
"Who- who are you? What do you want?" She asked, ignoring his hand, shaking her arm free of the guard's grasp. Glancing back, she saw other men dragging Steven from the crashed car, rolling up the strip of spikes that had wrecked their tires.
"My name is Sir Daniel Hawthorn," he said, speaking with a confident, cold upper class twang. "You have led me a merry chase, Ms. Kimble, but now that I have caught up with you, this will all be over soon. Don't worry, if you cooperate, you will not be harmed in the slightest.”
"As to what I want, well, only what everyone wants, my dear. Freedom. I will live my life free of the close minded limitations people such as the Walters try to place upon me, if I must kill each of them in turn to do so."
One of his black-suited guards approached, saluting. "Sir, we're ready to leave on your order."
"Ah, very good. Ms. Kimble, I'm afraid the next step of your journey may be a little uncomfortable for you."
Before Lenore could ask what he meant by that, he nodded to the man standing behind her. Something struck her in the back of the neck, and darkness took her.
End of Part 2
Look for Part Three: Tiger's Claws, out now!
Preview of Tiger’s Claws (Tiger’s Sword Book 3)
There was only one thing she could think of to try, and it sounded ridiculous to her as soon as she thought about it. She wasn’t ready to accept magic yet, even if she had no other explanation for the things she’d seen. Lacking anything better to do, she lay back on the bed and tried to quiet her mind.
Maxwell said we were linked, that we were fated mates, she told herself. If that’s true, maybe I can follow that connection, and help him find me? The only problem was that she had no idea how to do that. Or if it was even possible.
Closing her eyes, she tried to remember Maxwell. His presence, his smile, the feel of his skin, the scent of him. It was easier than she’d thought it would be to conjure his image, almost as though he were in the room with her, as though she could reach out and touch him. But not the Maxwell the man. She could almost hear the tiger’s paws on the concrete floor, his heavy steps circling the bed - ridiculous, she knew, the room was barely large enough for the bed itself, let alone a tiger. But with her eyes shut, it was easy to believe he was there.
She should have been scared by a giant predator like that, but instead it made her feel as though everything was going to be alright. As though all she needed to do was wait, and he’d save her. She willed him to hurry, hoping against hope that this was real. That he could feel her call.
Come quickly, Maxwell, I don’t think I have long, she thought desperately, hearing noises outside the room. Footsteps approached. Keys jangled - her time was running out - the distraction made it harder to focus on the tiger. Before he faded completely, she swore she heard a deep rumbling purring growl from him. It sounded at once threatening and encouraging. Angry, but not with her. And it sounded close.
She opened her eyes just as the light went out with a bang.
About the Author
Leslie Chase
I love writing, and especially enjoy writing sexy paranormal romance. It lets my imagination run free and my ideas come to life! When I’m not writing, I’m busy thinking about what to write next or researching it – yes, damn it, looking at castles and swords counts as research.
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My books:
Tiger’s Sword
A four-part paranormal romance serial:
Book One: Tiger’s Hunt
Book Two: Tiger’s Den
Book Three: Tiger’s Claws
Book Four: Tiger’s Heart