Tag: conservation, paranormal-romance

He chuckled. “Come here.” She hesitated. “We don’t have to do anything. Just … sleep.” She let out her breath on a heavy sign. “You don’t want to just sleep.” Then she moved in next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. “Do you?” “Hell no.” He leaned down for a kiss.

At dusk in the Corcovado National Park in Costa Rica, Melissa Overton barely heard the constant sound of crickets chirping all around them. Prowling through the dense, tropical rainforest as a jaguar, she listened for the human voices that would clue her in that her prey was nearby. Waves crashed onto the sandy beaches in the distance as she made her way quietly, like a phantom predator, through the tangle of vines and broad, leafy foliage, searching for any sign of the poachers. Humans wouldn’t have a clue as to what she and her kind were when they saw her – apparently nothing other than an ordinary jaguar. And she and her fellow jaguar shifters planned to keep it that way. Her partner on this mission, JAG agent Huntley Anderson, was nearby, just as wary and observant. The JAG Special Forces Branch, also known as the Golden Claws, was only open to jaguar shifters and served to protect both their shifter kind and their jaguar cousins….

But if you wake up and are feeling….needy…

He tossed her over his shoulder and stalked back to the bedroom. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’ve had enough babysitting duty. It’s time for some grownup action.

He tossed her over his shoulder and stalked back to the bedroom. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’ve had enough babysitting duty. It’s time for some grownup action.

But if you wake up and are feeling….needy…

He chuckled. “Come here.” She hesitated. “We don’t have to do anything. Just … sleep.” She let out her breath on a heavy sign. “You don’t want to just sleep.” Then she moved in next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. “Do you?” “Hell no.” He leaned down for a kiss.

At dusk in the Corcovado National Park in Costa Rica, Melissa Overton barely heard the constant sound of crickets chirping all around them. Prowling through the dense, tropical rainforest as a jaguar, she listened for the human voices that would clue her in that her prey was nearby. Waves crashed onto the sandy beaches in the distance as she made her way quietly, like a phantom predator, through the tangle of vines and broad, leafy foliage, searching for any sign of the poachers. Humans wouldn’t have a clue as to what she and her kind were when they saw her – apparently nothing other than an ordinary jaguar. And she and her fellow jaguar shifters planned to keep it that way. Her partner on this mission, JAG agent Huntley Anderson, was nearby, just as wary and observant. The JAG Special Forces Branch, also known as the Golden Claws, was only open to jaguar shifters and served to protect both their shifter kind and their jaguar cousins….