Endangered Species (eBook)

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184 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 08/14/2015
  • ISBN: 978-1-941984-88-8
  • Model: 35699 words

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Heat Rating: 3 Flames

 

Wounded, exhausted, and desperate, Jordan is on the run when he comes across salvation in the form of Noble. They immediately find companionship and passion, but have to eradicate the threat to Jordan before it's too late.

Injured, exhausted, and on his last leg, lynx shifter, Jordan, all but gives up hope. After weeks confined in a research lab against his will, he manages to escape only to become hunted and is on the run. His will to survive is strong...if only he can keep going.

Noble finds a ragged, bloody shifter on his doorstep in desperate need of attention. He recognizes a similar kinship with Jordan--they're misfits. Noble can't change forms, a fact his family won't accept. Jordan, thanks to the experimentation, can achieve any feline form, but not without a price.

Together, they find common ground, trust, and compassion as the winter snows offer protection from Jordan's hunter. Feelings deepen and passion erupts. However, both know their time is limited. A mad scientist with torture on his mind won't stop searching for his creation--or killing anyone who stands in his way.

 

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Just a little further.

Jordan sucked in a breath and was nearly bowled over with pain when his injured leg slid off the slippery, muddy slope, forcing him to use his claws to dig in. Shards of agony lashed through him as he caught himself out of sheer determination and used the leverage and last of the strength in his right rear leg to push himself back on the more level ground. He paused a second to catch his breath, and shuddered with weakness.

For two long weeks, he'd been hunted. Run to ground over and over, only to find a way to escape each time. Until now. Exhausted, he'd slept for a couple of hours, unable to move along without minimal rest. Until a shot rang out, a blast of fire entered his hind leg, and the limb could barely handle the weight even in his present natural form of a lynx. It was most likely broken and in need of swift repair.

He'd been a lab guinea pig for the last three weeks or was it four? Kept behind bars like a dangerous criminal, used for experiments, which should have not only been outlawed, but considered so morally wrong, the entire world would cry out in protest.

Other shifters had suffered the same fate, yet, one by one, they died from a combination of the experimental drugs forced into their systems, a lack of adequate food and water, and the rapidly declining will to survive. Most gave up and embraced death. Jordan teetered on the edge, but his inner beast refused to allow him to give up. Not when he had a plan and simply waited for his opportunity. The day finally came. He escaped his cell and ran for the hills after ransacking the lab and destroying the formulas Wilson declared took a lifetime to produce. He'd smiled in satisfaction as first one laptop then the other lay smashed on the floor, completely beyond repair.

Unfortunately, his jailer carried a grudge. A big one.

Too bad Wilson didn't throw in the towel easily. Through harsh terrains, long days and nights, the man still came. Tracking Jordan no matter his feline form, shooting each time he drew within range. Forcing Jordan to stay on the move, with little hope in sight of recuperation.

If I don't get moving and find safety soon, I won't have to worry about it anymore.

He plodded ahead, ignoring the ice pelting down from the sky. His furry coat, soaked through and through with mud, blood, and dampness from the prior freezing rain, no longer repelled the cold. Shivers wracked his body as his stomach growled with hunger.

Looking up, he pondered his options. Try to climb up a tree and hide out for the duration would be an option if the bullet wound didn't leave his leg fairly useless for the time being. With such low energy reserves and no sources of food anywhere near, he'd most likely freeze to death before morning. He needed somewhere indoors, warm, safe, and out of the bastard's reach for a few days. Until he could regain his strength and find a way to turn the table on his quarry.

A light flickered in the distance, illuminating the dreary evening enough to make out a cottage nestled in a thick forest of evergreen trees. For a split second he considered the vision an illusion, one which existed entirely in his fever-clouded mind. Yet, the more he stared, the more realization sank in.

Salvation. Hopefully. He prayed to the powers that be as he hurried along, intent upon reaching the door before his depleted strength gave out entirely. By the time he closed in on the compelling light streaming through the window, he panted from exertion and grimaced with every agonizing step. Even carrying his rear leg up against his body jostled the injury enough to make tears well up in his eyes.

He needed food, rest, and time to shift a few times. He'd heal if only given a few days of recovery with a kind soul. A person that may or may not take him in.

Peering through the window he discovered the single-room cabin empty. He contemplated trying to break in, but before he could formulate a plan, a shadow fell over him. Instinctively twisting around, his heart lodged in his throat as he peered up at a human. Tall, broad, with piercing amber eyes. His heart stuttered as the moment dragged out, a teetering scenario which could go either way.

Please. Please help me. He projected the thought, knowing full well humans couldn't hear telepathy, but unable to resist throwing every ounce of persuasion he could.

The man's frown squashed the last of his brief flare of hope.

A long pause followed before the man kneeled down. "Looks like you're in a quite a mess." The soft voice belied his scowl. "I'm sure it's one hell of a story. One that you can tell me after we've gotten you cleaned up, some food in your belly, and a shift or two under your belt." With surprising gentleness, the man picked him up under one arm, careful not to jostle the injured leg.

Jordan nearly cried in relief.

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Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall, resulting in a quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn't any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on becoming a nurse.

A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author's webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing. Now, I spend my days off with my alpha male characters, quick witted heroines, and see how much trouble everyone can get into.

When I'm not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.

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