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Zusatztext Praise for the Shifters Unbound novels “Exciting! sexy! and magical.”--Yasmine Galenorn! New York Times bestselling author “Danger! desire! and sizzling hot action!”--Alyssa Day! New York Times bestselling author “[A] sexually charged and imaginative tale…[a] quick pace and smart! skilled writing.”-- Publishers Weekly Informationen zum Autor Jennifer Ashley , USA Today bestselling author and winner of RWA’s RITA award, writes as Allyson James and Jennifer Ashley. She lives in the Southwest with her husband and cats and spends most of her time in the wonderful worlds of her stories. Klappentext Collared and controlled! Shifters are outcast from humanity! forced to live in Shiftertowns. But waiting within are passions that no Collar can contain… As a wildcat Shifter and leader of his Shiftertown! Eric Warden knows his own kind. When he sees Iona Duncan! he realizes that although she appears human she is a half-Shifter wildcat living without a Collar-and that if she doesn't acknowledge her true nature and her mating hunger! it may kill her… Iona finds the mysterious and powerful Eric alluring! even though she has vowed never to reveal her Shifter side! lest her mother pay the price for hiding her all these years. But her mating hunger is rising! and with Eric so close! she may not be able to resist…and her desire may lead to the very doom they are fighting to deny… Chapter One Iona smelled him long before she saw him—Eric Warden, the alpha Feline who ran the local Shiftertown, who’d decided to make half-Shifter Iona Duncan’s life hell. She loped down the desert canyon, rock grating on her paws. The Nevada night was warm though it was early winter, the sky a riot of stars, the glow of the city far behind. Out here, Iona could be what she was meant to be—a wildcat, a Feline Shifter, running free. For some reason, Eric wanted to end that. Catch me if you can, Feline . Last night, after her half sister’s bridal shower, Iona had stayed out until dawn with Nicole and about twenty friends—all human. They’d gone to a human bar, no Shifters allowed, thank God. They’d liberated the bar of plenty of margaritas before limping home in the light of early morning. Iona had snatched a couple hours of sleep before she’d dragged herself to work. The frenzy of the night out followed by the hangover of the day triggered Iona’s need to shift. After work, Iona had driven her red pickup out to her favorite spot in the middle of the desert, off-roading half an hour to get there. She’d barely shed her clothes before her wildcat had taken over. And now Eric was following her. He pounded behind her, a powerhouse Shifter, his wildcat more snow leopard than anything else. Sleek, strong, cunning. Feline Shifters were a mixture of all wildcats—lion, leopard, jaguar, cheetah, tiger, and others—but most Shifters tended toward a certain type. Iona was mostly panther, with black fur to match the hair she had while human. Her panther was long-legged, sure-footed, and a good jumper. This was her territory, and she laughed with glee as she left Eric far behind. She dodged across a dry wash, kicking up dust, and scrambled into the rocky crevices on the other side. She knew by scent how far she was from Area 51, a place guarded by men with SUVs and rifles. Shifters could escape detection if they wanted to, but heading the other direction, east and a little north of here, was safer. Iona hopped from one sandstone ledge to the next, her paws scrabbling a little in the gravel. She loved this. The joy of being in wild country nearly impossible for humans to reach was heady. This is what I’m meant to be. Damned if Eric didn’t follow right after her, faster than she’d thought he would. Iona crested the ridge at the top of the canyon and kept going. ...
