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Tiger News!

Happy Halloween!

Okay, Happy Halloween (for Monday)!

Whether you celebrate or not, I hope you all enjoy your Halloween. The Halloween themed story Scared to Death is also available to purchase from Amazon. If you missed it, you can still read it here.

Anyway, new, news, news! Up next I'm completing a spin off story from the Grey Wolf Pack Novella - The Tiger's Mate. It's about Carrick and Lauren - the uneasily mated tiger couple who popped up throughout it. I started it a while ago and then dropped it when I became obsessed with gargoyles (well, can you blame me?). But in between obsessing over what's happening in Westworld (which has overtaken my obsession of The Walking Dead for must see TV) I've been working on it. There is still a way to go, but below is a small rough (very rough) peek at it. I'm not entirely sure about the title - possibly The Tiger's Tail - but that's a bit close to the The Tiger's Mate so I'm still thinking on it and I'll let you know when I have further news.

Take care



Lauren gave Carrick a sidelong glance. The male shifted his huge form, his knees pressing against the dash, his head touching the roof and his arms bulging. He was not built for small cars. Why on earth was he teaching her how to drive?

Her tiger was all submissive and timid as a kitten, but Lauren was downright irritated. How on earth could she persuade Clay she’d make a good mate if she weren’t allowed near him?

She was thrilled when Clay called her up and offered her driving lessons. Less so when Carrick turned up in Clay’s place.

“Whose car is this?” she asked. It certainly wasn’t Carrick’s. He owned a nice SUV. The tiny compact looked like it had been hobbled together from three different cars.

Carrick frowned. “I don’t know.” He canted her head and his eyes darkened slightly. “Clay found the vehicle.”

“How come Clay isn’t here?” she asked, staring straight ahead.

“He’s busy,” muttered Carrick.

“Really,” she huffed under her breath.

“Yes,” he snapped, making her jump.

“This isn’t anything to do with what you said yesterday is it?” she demanded hotly.

Carrick growled, a bone-shaking growl that shook the entire frame of the small car.

Her tiger warned her not to ask, sensing that Carrick wasn’t exactly in the right mood, but Lauren didn’t care. When was he ever in the right mood? Her tiger cowered, but Lauren forced herself to look at Carrick. Not in the eye, she couldn’t quite manage that, but at one of his scars. The white damaged line flowed from the corner of his eyes, landing on his cheek. It must have hurt when it happened, must have been bad if he couldn’t heal it. It takes a lot to scar shifters, but then he had been through a lot. For a second, his anger seemed to withdraw and all she saw was pain.

He was about to shout at her, but her next question stopped him.

“How did you get that scar?”

Carrick scowled for a second before curiosity took over. “Which one?”

Lauren slowly raised her fingers to his cheek. He remained still as a statue as her fingers brushed over the scar. “This one,” she murmured.

“Lion,” he breathed.

“A shifter?”

His lips twitched. “Well, it wasn’t a wild one.”

Lauren gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you were hurt. It looks like it was painful.” With her father, Lauren was hardly a stranger to pain and punishment, but he would never be harsh enough to leave marks.

“Could have been worse, he was trying to take my eye out.”

She inhaled sharply and her tiger perked up in interest. “Why was he trying to do that?”

Carrick rolled his shoulders unconcernedly, his arm brushed against hers and she shivered. “We were fighting.”

“Why were you fighting?”

His dark eyes suddenly shuttered. “It’s not important.”


“I thought you wanted a fucking driving lesson!”

Lauren frowned at him. For a moment there, she almost might have thought they were getting to know one another - a very strange thing to happen with Carrick of all tigers. The moment between them had almost been friendly, and not unwelcome to her inner animal.

“You shouldn’t swear,” she muttered and he gave her a look of disbelief.

“Here’s the key, just get the… fudging car started.” He passed it to her, shaking his head.

She fumbled trying to put it in and his large hand covered hers. She stilled and may or may not have let out a little eep. The warmth of his skin on hers was... nice. Strangely nice, and her tiger let out a plaintive meow. She had never really been touched by a male, never even held a male’s hand before - which is another thing that made her upcoming mating worrying. But this actually felt nice. Carrick touching her felt nice. Lauren sucked in a breath, surprised at that.

“Just take your time,” he murmured. “No rush.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, nervous, but not because she was scared of Carrick or because she didn’t want to be there. She was nervous because she was starting to find the huge male attractive. Her tiger was purring but Lauren was shocked at herself. Carrick? Attractive? Since when?!

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