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Tigress
Fated Mates Book 1
by Lilli Carlisle
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Caged her whole life, Raz escapes only to find herself caught in a tender
trap created by the Alpha and Beta of the North Woods pack.
A TRIAD FAMILY
If only Raz had kept running, she wouldn’t have wound up on wolf pack
lands putting herself in double danger. A three-hundred pound Bengal
tiger shifter, Raz had been caged for as long as she can remember;
tortured, beaten and used for sport. Finally, she’s escaped, but the
hunters are hot on her heels, and she’s racing against time. When she
heard the wolf pups’ cries, Raz couldn’t help herself; she went to
their rescue even knowing that her trespass could mean her life. Now
she’s wedged between the Alpha and Beta of the North Woods pack, and
they’re insisting she’s their True Mate.
lands putting herself in double danger. A three-hundred pound Bengal
tiger shifter, Raz had been caged for as long as she can remember;
tortured, beaten and used for sport. Finally, she’s escaped, but the
hunters are hot on her heels, and she’s racing against time. When she
heard the wolf pups’ cries, Raz couldn’t help herself; she went to
their rescue even knowing that her trespass could mean her life. Now
she’s wedged between the Alpha and Beta of the North Woods pack, and
they’re insisting she’s their True Mate.
Huntress
Fated Mates Book 2
LOVE &
MAGIC…
MAGIC…
There’s a war coming in the shifter world, a tear in the veil that separates
good and evil, and the reincarnation of ancient goddesses heralds the
preparations for the battles ahead. Rose, a wolf shifter, whose birth
pack nearly killed her, has found contentment as a member of a loving
pack, and that has been enough. When she meets the Alpha and Beta of
a neighboring bear clan and learns these men are her fated mates, her
life changes in ways she never could have dreamed.
good and evil, and the reincarnation of ancient goddesses heralds the
preparations for the battles ahead. Rose, a wolf shifter, whose birth
pack nearly killed her, has found contentment as a member of a loving
pack, and that has been enough. When she meets the Alpha and Beta of
a neighboring bear clan and learns these men are her fated mates, her
life changes in ways she never could have dreamed.
CAN SAVE THE WORLD
Brothers Mason and Riker Porda became the Alpha and Beta of their clan
when
their parents were slaughtered, and their lives have been a struggle
ever since. While bolstering the health and safety of their clan is
their life’s work, their hearts are sad and empty…until Rose.
Their mate is everything they thought they’d never have, and when
the threat of collector demons returning to earth invades the shifter
world, the brothers learn Rose is so much more than their mate, she’s
the reincarnation of the Goddess Thorne, the Huntress.
when
their parents were slaughtered, and their lives have been a struggle
ever since. While bolstering the health and safety of their clan is
their life’s work, their hearts are sad and empty…until Rose.
Their mate is everything they thought they’d never have, and when
the threat of collector demons returning to earth invades the shifter
world, the brothers learn Rose is so much more than their mate, she’s
the reincarnation of the Goddess Thorne, the Huntress.
Lilli Carlisle is a paralegal and author who lives in Ontario, Canada. she
is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter;
the Toronto Romance Writers. More than just an author, Lilli is a
dedicated people watcher, lover of romance novels and 80’s rock,
who grew up with a love of reading. Lilli is a firm believer in happy
endings and that love is meant to be celebrated and shared.
is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter;
the Toronto Romance Writers. More than just an author, Lilli is a
dedicated people watcher, lover of romance novels and 80’s rock,
who grew up with a love of reading. Lilli is a firm believer in happy
endings and that love is meant to be celebrated and shared.
These paranormal romance novels will raise your heart rate and make you
believe in love. Enter this fantasy utopia and let yourself
experience the anticipation of new love and endless thrills. After
all, everybody needs a little romance, excitement, intrigue and
passion in their lives.
Tigress Excerpt:
The desperate cries of wolf pups echoed through the forest around Raz—terrified shifter wolf
pups. Raz scented she was on pack land, but she had no choice, she had to get away from the
men hunting her. Sure, she may be a three-hundred pound Bengal tiger shifter, but they had
guns.
Claws helped up close, but on way too many occasions she’d seen that bullets always won.
It seemed she had run from her hell right into someone else’s, if the sounds of those cries
were any indication. Razelle had hoped to be well out of the wolf shifters’ territory long before
she was scented. She didn’t have permission to be on their lands, and death was typically the
result of such a trespass—or so it had been explained to her.
Great, just friggin’ wonderful. Not only will I be strung up, I might be left for the hunters to find
and skin.
The pups’ cries grew louder, and she knew she had to answer their calls for help—hell, they
were only pups. Razelle’s conscience always got her into trouble. After all, wasn’t that why
those damn hunters were tracking her even now? She was never going back into a cage; she
would sooner die. Changing direction easily as her four-inch claws dug into the damp forest
floor, she sensed the pups were over the next ridge.
Using her large padded feet, silently she stalked up to the edge of the small ridge overlooking
a ravine, and when she peered over, her breath froze in her lungs. Two wolf shifter pups were
cornered against a wall of jagged rocks by four hyena shifters who were nipping at the pups.
Razelle could scent and see traces of blood on the pups’ fur. Bastards.
Anger like nothing she had ever experienced raced through her, and that was saying a lot
considering she had spent most of her life in a cage, tortured and abused at the hands of her
captors. How dare those mangy hyenas attack defenseless pups? Before she had a chance to
think
it through, Razelle raced down the slope toward the hyenas. She let out a mighty roar and dove
at
the closest attacker, ripping her claws across the hyena’s side and onto its chest, easily sending
him flying away from the pups. The other three hyenas quickly backed away as she placed her
mighty body in front of the pups.
Raz let out another angry roar that echoed through the forest before she slowly backed up,
ushering the two pups closer together, making it easier for her to protect them. She scanned the
area for an escape route, but she could only carry one pup in her mouth, and she wasn’t about
to
leave one behind, so she was going to have to fight her way out of this one. Though she
despised
fighting, it didn’t mean she couldn’t, and she always had plan B, the escape plan. But by the
look
of pure hatred coming off the hyena shifters, plan B was so not happening.
How could someone hate pups this much?
Slowly, the hyenas formed a semicircle around her and the pups, blocking them against the
rock face. As drool dripped from their open, fang-filled mouths, they started in with that
maniacal laughing bark of theirs, which never failed to make her skin crawl.
Not just assholes, but creepy assholes.
Having all that pent-up anger and rage from being trapped in a cage for so many years was
certainly going to come in handy right about now. Normally, wild hyenas would have gotten the
point that taking on a pissed-off tigress was not in their best interests, but these were shifters,
and
by the looks of them, not the sharpest crayons in the box.
The largest of the four hung back slightly, and it was easy to figure out that he was the leader
of this gang, and he was more than willing to let his minions take the pain that Raz was about to
dish out.
The one she had already attacked didn’t look stable on his feet, but he continued to inch
forward. Razelle huffed. Idiot didn’t get enough of his ass handed to him the first time around.He lunged forward, snapping his jaws at her throat, but she easily dodged him, bringing her
massive paw up and backhanding him. Or would that be back-pawing him? She laughed
internally at another one of her lame jokes. Hell, she thought she was funny even if no one else
did.
That hyena now lay sprawled out on the ground like he had been hit by a truck. Another
snicker escaped but came out as a sneeze in her cat form. Either way, the other hyenas didn’t
find
it as funny as she did. In sync, the two remaining minions charged. She pushed the pups into a
slight indentation in the rocks as cover, then Raz brought herself up to her full height and put
her
body directly in front of them. The hyenas would not get to the pups.
One hyena attacked her flank while the other tried to use the distraction to reach their prey.
What was it with these pups that these hyenas wanted them so badly, and where the hell was
the
damn wolf pack to protect them? Raz swiped her claws across the jaw of the hyena who was
trying to get to the little ones, but unfortunately that left her flank open to the other hyena. Pain
shot through her side as its claws ripped through her heavy fur and dug into her flesh. That one
was going to leave a mark. Damn.
Quickly, she adjusted her position, ever conscious of staying directly in front of the pups, and
wrapped her canines around the other hyena’s front leg, tearing through muscle and bone until
she heard a satisfying crunch. The three minions were starting to look a little frightened, and
Razelle thought it was about damn time they came to their senses. Besides, her flank really
hurt,
and she could feel wetness coating her fur. She assumed it was blood. Realizing the hyena
might
have gotten in a really good shot, she chanced a look down and wished she hadn’t. A five-inch
gash was now seeping blood from her side.
Raz knew she had to end this fight soon or she wouldn’t have the strength to protect the pups,
who were now cowering behind her for protection. That damn hyena laugh brought her attention
back to the four assholes—well, really only two now, since the other two couldn’t move any
longer, which gave her a sense of satisfaction. Any sane shifter would suck it up, back off, and
lick his wounds, but by the look in the leader’s eyes, sanity had left the forest long ago.
The last two hyenas began to inch forward, snapping their jaws, sending blood and spit flying
everywhere. A shiver of disgust ran up Raz’s spine, and the realization she was likely going to
have to fight to the death to save these pups seemed definite.
Knowing she couldn’t fight fully and keep the pups behind her and safe, she decided she had
to kill the hyenas before she went down; that would be the only way to save the terrified pups.
Well, what a fine mess, missy. You get your ass free of the cages to die within twenty-four
hours of gaining your freedom. Shit.
With that thought, she opened her stance and crouched low, readying herself for their next
attack when a terrifying howl ripped through the air. It should have chilled her to the bone, but
surprisingly, a different kind of chill rushed through her body and settled in all the right places.
Shaking her head to clear her inappropriate thoughts, Raz realized the pack was on the way to
save their pups, and she had to hold out long enough for them to get there. Lifting her head, she
roared in answer to the howl to give them a direction to track faster, because God knew, she
needed help.
The desperate cries of wolf pups echoed through the forest around Raz—terrified shifter wolf
pups. Raz scented she was on pack land, but she had no choice, she had to get away from the
men hunting her. Sure, she may be a three-hundred pound Bengal tiger shifter, but they had
guns.
Claws helped up close, but on way too many occasions she’d seen that bullets always won.
It seemed she had run from her hell right into someone else’s, if the sounds of those cries
were any indication. Razelle had hoped to be well out of the wolf shifters’ territory long before
she was scented. She didn’t have permission to be on their lands, and death was typically the
result of such a trespass—or so it had been explained to her.
Great, just friggin’ wonderful. Not only will I be strung up, I might be left for the hunters to find
and skin.
The pups’ cries grew louder, and she knew she had to answer their calls for help—hell, they
were only pups. Razelle’s conscience always got her into trouble. After all, wasn’t that why
those damn hunters were tracking her even now? She was never going back into a cage; she
would sooner die. Changing direction easily as her four-inch claws dug into the damp forest
floor, she sensed the pups were over the next ridge.
Using her large padded feet, silently she stalked up to the edge of the small ridge overlooking
a ravine, and when she peered over, her breath froze in her lungs. Two wolf shifter pups were
cornered against a wall of jagged rocks by four hyena shifters who were nipping at the pups.
Razelle could scent and see traces of blood on the pups’ fur. Bastards.
Anger like nothing she had ever experienced raced through her, and that was saying a lot
considering she had spent most of her life in a cage, tortured and abused at the hands of her
captors. How dare those mangy hyenas attack defenseless pups? Before she had a chance to
think
it through, Razelle raced down the slope toward the hyenas. She let out a mighty roar and dove
at
the closest attacker, ripping her claws across the hyena’s side and onto its chest, easily sending
him flying away from the pups. The other three hyenas quickly backed away as she placed her
mighty body in front of the pups.
Raz let out another angry roar that echoed through the forest before she slowly backed up,
ushering the two pups closer together, making it easier for her to protect them. She scanned the
area for an escape route, but she could only carry one pup in her mouth, and she wasn’t about
to
leave one behind, so she was going to have to fight her way out of this one. Though she
despised
fighting, it didn’t mean she couldn’t, and she always had plan B, the escape plan. But by the
look
of pure hatred coming off the hyena shifters, plan B was so not happening.
How could someone hate pups this much?
Slowly, the hyenas formed a semicircle around her and the pups, blocking them against the
rock face. As drool dripped from their open, fang-filled mouths, they started in with that
maniacal laughing bark of theirs, which never failed to make her skin crawl.
Not just assholes, but creepy assholes.
Having all that pent-up anger and rage from being trapped in a cage for so many years was
certainly going to come in handy right about now. Normally, wild hyenas would have gotten the
point that taking on a pissed-off tigress was not in their best interests, but these were shifters,
and
by the looks of them, not the sharpest crayons in the box.
The largest of the four hung back slightly, and it was easy to figure out that he was the leader
of this gang, and he was more than willing to let his minions take the pain that Raz was about to
dish out.
The one she had already attacked didn’t look stable on his feet, but he continued to inch
forward. Razelle huffed. Idiot didn’t get enough of his ass handed to him the first time around.He lunged forward, snapping his jaws at her throat, but she easily dodged him, bringing her
massive paw up and backhanding him. Or would that be back-pawing him? She laughed
internally at another one of her lame jokes. Hell, she thought she was funny even if no one else
did.
That hyena now lay sprawled out on the ground like he had been hit by a truck. Another
snicker escaped but came out as a sneeze in her cat form. Either way, the other hyenas didn’t
find
it as funny as she did. In sync, the two remaining minions charged. She pushed the pups into a
slight indentation in the rocks as cover, then Raz brought herself up to her full height and put
her
body directly in front of them. The hyenas would not get to the pups.
One hyena attacked her flank while the other tried to use the distraction to reach their prey.
What was it with these pups that these hyenas wanted them so badly, and where the hell was
the
damn wolf pack to protect them? Raz swiped her claws across the jaw of the hyena who was
trying to get to the little ones, but unfortunately that left her flank open to the other hyena. Pain
shot through her side as its claws ripped through her heavy fur and dug into her flesh. That one
was going to leave a mark. Damn.
Quickly, she adjusted her position, ever conscious of staying directly in front of the pups, and
wrapped her canines around the other hyena’s front leg, tearing through muscle and bone until
she heard a satisfying crunch. The three minions were starting to look a little frightened, and
Razelle thought it was about damn time they came to their senses. Besides, her flank really
hurt,
and she could feel wetness coating her fur. She assumed it was blood. Realizing the hyena
might
have gotten in a really good shot, she chanced a look down and wished she hadn’t. A five-inch
gash was now seeping blood from her side.
Raz knew she had to end this fight soon or she wouldn’t have the strength to protect the pups,
who were now cowering behind her for protection. That damn hyena laugh brought her attention
back to the four assholes—well, really only two now, since the other two couldn’t move any
longer, which gave her a sense of satisfaction. Any sane shifter would suck it up, back off, and
lick his wounds, but by the look in the leader’s eyes, sanity had left the forest long ago.
The last two hyenas began to inch forward, snapping their jaws, sending blood and spit flying
everywhere. A shiver of disgust ran up Raz’s spine, and the realization she was likely going to
have to fight to the death to save these pups seemed definite.
Knowing she couldn’t fight fully and keep the pups behind her and safe, she decided she had
to kill the hyenas before she went down; that would be the only way to save the terrified pups.
Well, what a fine mess, missy. You get your ass free of the cages to die within twenty-four
hours of gaining your freedom. Shit.
With that thought, she opened her stance and crouched low, readying herself for their next
attack when a terrifying howl ripped through the air. It should have chilled her to the bone, but
surprisingly, a different kind of chill rushed through her body and settled in all the right places.
Shaking her head to clear her inappropriate thoughts, Raz realized the pack was on the way to
save their pups, and she had to hold out long enough for them to get there. Lifting her head, she
roared in answer to the howl to give them a direction to track faster, because God knew, she
needed help.
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I love the Tigress cover the best as I love the makeup on her. My question for the author is where do you get your ideas for your books.