Teaser Tuesday: Cougar’s Courage

It’s Tuesday, which in certain internet circles is also Teaseday. Cougar’s Courage (Duals and Donovans, Book 3) has been out for a while as an ebook, but it’ll be released as a print book on October 7. And that print book got a 4-star review from Romantic Times magazine: “The perfect blend of suspense, magic and sexual chemistry.”  So this seems like the perfect time to post a snippet of Cougar’s Courage. I’ll share a few more in the next couple of weeks. Cara, whose shamanic gift is just awakening, and who is still reeling from the recent murder of her fiancé, has the most interesting dream…

Up until now, things had been relatively linear and sensible for a dream, but suddenly Cara found herself naked, swaddled under furs, and getting freaky with the most gorgeous specimen of masculinity she’d ever seen or dreamed.

Since it was a dream, she got a bird’s-eye look, which she couldn’t have if this had been real.

Long, straight black hair, bronze skin, the cheekbones of doom. He looked pure First Nations, only his eyes, instead of the dark brown she’d have expected, were amber.

Body of a god.

And oh my, cock of a wild stallion and the strength to just pick her up and toss her onto her back so he could sink that cock into her hard and fast. It was a claiming, but she was opening to him, rising to meet him, claiming him right back.

She arched, stiffened, cried out…

And woke to an empty bed, clutching a pillow that still smelled like Phil. She was wet, her nipples almost painfully hard, but she buried her face in the pillow and wept.

For Phil and what they’d had.

For what they hadn’t had.

For the doubts she’d never dared to express about their future, about the sense that much as she loved her calm, gentle, geeky accountant, they were growing apart. That the routine she thought she’d craved wasn’t going to work for her.

If she had expressed those doubts, would Phil still be alive? He’d been waiting for her outside an all-night diner when the carjacker got him. They’d planned to meet after her shift for a four a.m. breakfast since they’d been on different schedules that week. If he’d been single, he’d have been safe in bed.

She wouldn’t have the burden of guilt, of knowing that if she hadn’t lingered a few minutes too long after her shift, Phil wouldn’t have been waiting near the diner alone.

And she wouldn’t need to feel so wretched she felt closer to her dream lover than she now did to her dead fiancé.

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