New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new shifter romance release, Captured by her Cougar, the second book in her brand new Cougar Creek Mates Series. Set in her popular Eternal Mates world, Cougar Creek Mates takes you into the deep Canadian wilderness to a secret place that’s home to a cougar shifter pride led by four sexy brothers, each guaranteed to steal your heart and set it racing! With all four books in the series releasing just weeks apart, this is going to be one hot summer.
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Gabriella isn’t going to take her captivity lying down. She’s going to give the pig-headed brute holding her against her will hell until he finally believes she’s innocent. He might be a cougar shifter, but she isn’t afraid of him. Or at least she isn’t afraid of what he is. The way he affects her, the flames that lick through her whenever they’re close, terrifies her though, because the longer she’s around the towering sexy-as-sin shifter, the hotter that fire blazes, and it’s only a matter of time before it burns away all her restraint.
With the mating heat and the attack bringing cougars back to the creek, Gabriella is a complication Storm doesn’t need, but she’s one that he wants… because she might just be his one true mate.
I LOVE these fated mates books!
I'm a total sucker for the whole paranormal-romance-true-mate-soul-mate concept, and so far, this series has it in spades. And I LOVE it.
Another thing I love, and this seems to be a trend with Felicity's series lately, is that while each book could be read as a standalone, as in they each involve a different couple, there's an underlying story that plays out over the series, so you'll really want to read it from Book One to Book Done.
Gabi was definitely feisty, and for all of her sass, Storm was just as stubborn. I was interested to see how these two would meet in the middle somehow.
And, as you can imagine, when these two collided, they released smoking hot sparks!
As you may know, Felicity is exceptional at writing action/fight scenes, and the way this one came about and how it played out kept me on the edge of my seat.
No doubt, I'm addicted to this series and can't wait to read the next one!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of my honest thoughts)
I'm a total sucker for the whole paranormal-romance-true-mate-soul-mate concept, and so far, this series has it in spades. And I LOVE it.
Another thing I love, and this seems to be a trend with Felicity's series lately, is that while each book could be read as a standalone, as in they each involve a different couple, there's an underlying story that plays out over the series, so you'll really want to read it from Book One to Book Done.
Gabi was definitely feisty, and for all of her sass, Storm was just as stubborn. I was interested to see how these two would meet in the middle somehow.
And, as you can imagine, when these two collided, they released smoking hot sparks!
As you may know, Felicity is exceptional at writing action/fight scenes, and the way this one came about and how it played out kept me on the edge of my seat.
No doubt, I'm addicted to this series and can't wait to read the next one!
(I received a copy of this book in consideration of my honest thoughts)
Gabriella shook off sleep, feeling more tired than she had when she had fallen asleep on the bed. She hadn’t meant to doze off, but when she had sat on the mattress, it had been so soft and warm, and the darkness had been strangely comforting. She had dropped off before she had even noticed she was sleepy.
She pushed up on the bed and stared through bleary eyes at the door and the slim shaft of light that came through the keyhole. It was brighter now.
Either the man had fixed the electricity problem, or it was daylight.
She shuffled to the edge of the bed, her grey skirt riding up her thighs, and pushed onto her bare feet. She tugged her skirt back down and warily reached for the handle. When she turned it this time, the door moved and surprise flashed through her. She hadn’t told him anything, but he had unlocked the door anyway.
Heart in her mouth, she eased it open.
Her captor stood just feet on the other side of it, a towel slung over his bare shoulder and his sandy hair tousled and wet, a few shades darker than before. His grey eyes darkened as they landed on her, and then he turned away, picked up a pair of black jeans from the back of the brown leather couch and bent over.
She tried not to look as he slipped his feet into them and she realised he was naked, but her eyes refused to cooperate as he tugged them up and over a seriously delectable ass. He didn’t bother to button them as he moved around the small cabin, scrubbing the towel over his hair, causing it to lighten as he dried it.
A matching trail of hair started just above his navel and travelled downwards, filled the open V of his jeans and led her eyes in that direction.
He startled her by buttoning them, and she looked away, but her gaze caught on his right hip and a vicious scar that cut through the muscle that arched over it, distorting it.
He growled at her, the sound pure cougar, and her eyes leaped to the wooden floor.
Gabi made a mental note not to stare at the scar if she saw it again, because he didn’t like it.
He tugged on a black t-shirt, covering himself, and then followed it with a thick black woollen jumper that hugged his broad chest.
“Ready to sing yet?” His gruff voice filled the tense silence.
When she didn’t answer, he huffed, jammed his feet into his boots, and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Gabi looked at it, through the glass to him where he stood on the deck, speckled sunlight dancing over his shoulders and damp hair, and did her best not to recall how magnificent he had looked in nothing.
He was a pig, and a brute. She had cabin fever or something, was suffering some sort of mental breakdown because of the stress of her situation. That was the only reason she was eyeing him up as if he was a feast and she wanted to devour him.
Her stomach grumbled.
Or maybe she was just hungry.
She forced her eyes away from him and frowned as they landed on a plate on the kitchen counter.
One filled with a very rustic looking bread roll, butter and jam, and a smattering of fruit.
For her?
She drifted towards the kitchen, and sure enough, there was a dirty plate in the sink, together with a glass bowl. She inspected that closer, brushed her fingers over the light dusting of white on the side of it and lifted them, rubbing the residue between them.
Flour?
She refused to believe the pig had baked bread.
It wasn’t possible.
She looked for him, but he was gone.
He couldn’t possibly have some refined edges, could he?
God, even she couldn’t bake. That was probably for lack of trying though. Her school had attempted to teach her how to cook, but what was the point when her family had a chef?
Gabi snatched the plate and did her best not to scoff down the food but her stomach ached so badly that she needed something in it and it wasn’t as if anyone could see her stuffing her face.
A woman with blonde hair that looked more natural than Gabi’s own dyed locks wandered past, tossing her a black look in the process, one Gabi doubted was about her eating habits and was all about her relationship to Alexander and the reason for her presence in the cabin.
She moved to her left, so she could see out of the window. There were more people in the area. She spotted two men she didn’t recognise crossing the narrow slice of green she could see, and there was a black-haired woman too. That woman had been here when she had arrived with Alexander in the helicopter though. Gabi remembered seeing her looking out of the window of a cabin near the river.
The pig crossed the grass too, heading back towards her, so she quickly finished off her food and hurried to the couch, arranging herself on it in her usual position.
The door opened and she refused to look at him as she felt his eyes on her, boring into the side of her face. They moved from her, and she snuck a glance at him, caught him putting the empty plate she had left on the side into the sink with his one.
He dumped a white plastic canister of water down on the counter where it had been, unscrewed the cap and poured half of it into a glass pitcher. He put the cap back on, set the canister in the corner of the kitchen area, and used the pitcher to fill a coffee machine.
She wanted to ask if they had electricity again, but held her tongue.
He didn’t look at her as he cracked the window above the sink open, one that wasn’t large enough for her to escape through but one that allowed fresh air to roll into the room. It was sweet with the scent of pine and dew. He left, slamming the door behind him.
Gabi eyed the coffee maker with suspicion.
She was starting to get the impression his new tactic was to convince her to talk by showing her kindness.
She would talk, but she doubted he would believe a word she said so there was very little point in talking to him. If he let her see Ivy, then she would tell her everything, because she was sure Ivy would believe her and would help the pig and his brother, Rath, see that she had nothing to do with Archangel.
She didn’t want to understand why he didn’t trust her, why he presumed she was in league with them, but she could.
Archangel were an organisation that had cells across the world, one dedicated to something that had sounded insane to her when she had found out about them barely a few months ago.
They hunted non-humans in order to protect people.
Non-humans.
People like her captor, who could shift into the form of a cougar.
She still felt she was going crazy whenever she thought about that.
The aroma of coffee pulled her onto her feet and she meandered around the couch to the machine, found a mug and helped herself.
She lifted the mug to her lips, blew and braved a sip, and wanted to moan. Strong and dark, just the way she liked it.
Her eyes settled on the man where he stood near the deck, talking to another one who resembled him a little, but he was shorter by a good inch and slimmer too, and where her captor’s hair was sandy, his was jet black and hung in waves around his nape. Where her captor liked tight black jeans and t-shirts fit for a biker, the other man wore practical clothing of a shirt that hugged his body and dark brown trekking trousers, and hiking boots.
The similarity of their square jaws, straight regal noses and the cut of their mouth, and the intense grey of their eyes said they were related though.
Another brother?
The black-haired man smiled as he watched the blonde woman, the scar over the left side of his lips tugging at them. “She grew up fine.”
“More than fine,” her captor rumbled and slapped a hand down on his shoulder, fingers creasing the man’s dark blue shirt. “Flint, she’s a work of art.”
Flint. Rath. She knew two of their names but not his.
Pig.
Her heart supplied that word, and she wanted to grin, because if he got to give her a nickname, then she got to give him one too.
Pig lived up to his name by running his eyes over the woman’s fall of blonde hair, the deep brown sweater that hugged her curves, to the practical black trousers that moulded to her ass and long legs.
He tossed Flint a salacious grin. “I’d tap that.”
Flint chuckled. “You’d tap anything with a pulse.”
Except a human, her mind whispered. No humans apparently.
His grin widened and he swept a hand down himself. “It’s not my fault I was born looking like this. They practically hurl themselves at me and beg me. It’s a crying shame we can’t take part.”
Flint sighed in agreement.
Take part in what?
That almost overshadowed what he had said about how he could have his pick of women.
Almost.
Well, he couldn’t have her, so he was wrong about that. He might have been born good looking, but from where she was standing, it had corrupted him, warped him into just another man who thought their looks would get them anywhere they wanted to go.
He was just like Alexander in that respect.
God, she could imagine how the brute would react if she told him that.
It was almost tempting.
She pushed up on the bed and stared through bleary eyes at the door and the slim shaft of light that came through the keyhole. It was brighter now.
Either the man had fixed the electricity problem, or it was daylight.
She shuffled to the edge of the bed, her grey skirt riding up her thighs, and pushed onto her bare feet. She tugged her skirt back down and warily reached for the handle. When she turned it this time, the door moved and surprise flashed through her. She hadn’t told him anything, but he had unlocked the door anyway.
Heart in her mouth, she eased it open.
Her captor stood just feet on the other side of it, a towel slung over his bare shoulder and his sandy hair tousled and wet, a few shades darker than before. His grey eyes darkened as they landed on her, and then he turned away, picked up a pair of black jeans from the back of the brown leather couch and bent over.
She tried not to look as he slipped his feet into them and she realised he was naked, but her eyes refused to cooperate as he tugged them up and over a seriously delectable ass. He didn’t bother to button them as he moved around the small cabin, scrubbing the towel over his hair, causing it to lighten as he dried it.
A matching trail of hair started just above his navel and travelled downwards, filled the open V of his jeans and led her eyes in that direction.
He startled her by buttoning them, and she looked away, but her gaze caught on his right hip and a vicious scar that cut through the muscle that arched over it, distorting it.
He growled at her, the sound pure cougar, and her eyes leaped to the wooden floor.
Gabi made a mental note not to stare at the scar if she saw it again, because he didn’t like it.
He tugged on a black t-shirt, covering himself, and then followed it with a thick black woollen jumper that hugged his broad chest.
“Ready to sing yet?” His gruff voice filled the tense silence.
When she didn’t answer, he huffed, jammed his feet into his boots, and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Gabi looked at it, through the glass to him where he stood on the deck, speckled sunlight dancing over his shoulders and damp hair, and did her best not to recall how magnificent he had looked in nothing.
He was a pig, and a brute. She had cabin fever or something, was suffering some sort of mental breakdown because of the stress of her situation. That was the only reason she was eyeing him up as if he was a feast and she wanted to devour him.
Her stomach grumbled.
Or maybe she was just hungry.
She forced her eyes away from him and frowned as they landed on a plate on the kitchen counter.
One filled with a very rustic looking bread roll, butter and jam, and a smattering of fruit.
For her?
She drifted towards the kitchen, and sure enough, there was a dirty plate in the sink, together with a glass bowl. She inspected that closer, brushed her fingers over the light dusting of white on the side of it and lifted them, rubbing the residue between them.
Flour?
She refused to believe the pig had baked bread.
It wasn’t possible.
She looked for him, but he was gone.
He couldn’t possibly have some refined edges, could he?
God, even she couldn’t bake. That was probably for lack of trying though. Her school had attempted to teach her how to cook, but what was the point when her family had a chef?
Gabi snatched the plate and did her best not to scoff down the food but her stomach ached so badly that she needed something in it and it wasn’t as if anyone could see her stuffing her face.
A woman with blonde hair that looked more natural than Gabi’s own dyed locks wandered past, tossing her a black look in the process, one Gabi doubted was about her eating habits and was all about her relationship to Alexander and the reason for her presence in the cabin.
She moved to her left, so she could see out of the window. There were more people in the area. She spotted two men she didn’t recognise crossing the narrow slice of green she could see, and there was a black-haired woman too. That woman had been here when she had arrived with Alexander in the helicopter though. Gabi remembered seeing her looking out of the window of a cabin near the river.
The pig crossed the grass too, heading back towards her, so she quickly finished off her food and hurried to the couch, arranging herself on it in her usual position.
The door opened and she refused to look at him as she felt his eyes on her, boring into the side of her face. They moved from her, and she snuck a glance at him, caught him putting the empty plate she had left on the side into the sink with his one.
He dumped a white plastic canister of water down on the counter where it had been, unscrewed the cap and poured half of it into a glass pitcher. He put the cap back on, set the canister in the corner of the kitchen area, and used the pitcher to fill a coffee machine.
She wanted to ask if they had electricity again, but held her tongue.
He didn’t look at her as he cracked the window above the sink open, one that wasn’t large enough for her to escape through but one that allowed fresh air to roll into the room. It was sweet with the scent of pine and dew. He left, slamming the door behind him.
Gabi eyed the coffee maker with suspicion.
She was starting to get the impression his new tactic was to convince her to talk by showing her kindness.
She would talk, but she doubted he would believe a word she said so there was very little point in talking to him. If he let her see Ivy, then she would tell her everything, because she was sure Ivy would believe her and would help the pig and his brother, Rath, see that she had nothing to do with Archangel.
She didn’t want to understand why he didn’t trust her, why he presumed she was in league with them, but she could.
Archangel were an organisation that had cells across the world, one dedicated to something that had sounded insane to her when she had found out about them barely a few months ago.
They hunted non-humans in order to protect people.
Non-humans.
People like her captor, who could shift into the form of a cougar.
She still felt she was going crazy whenever she thought about that.
The aroma of coffee pulled her onto her feet and she meandered around the couch to the machine, found a mug and helped herself.
She lifted the mug to her lips, blew and braved a sip, and wanted to moan. Strong and dark, just the way she liked it.
Her eyes settled on the man where he stood near the deck, talking to another one who resembled him a little, but he was shorter by a good inch and slimmer too, and where her captor’s hair was sandy, his was jet black and hung in waves around his nape. Where her captor liked tight black jeans and t-shirts fit for a biker, the other man wore practical clothing of a shirt that hugged his body and dark brown trekking trousers, and hiking boots.
The similarity of their square jaws, straight regal noses and the cut of their mouth, and the intense grey of their eyes said they were related though.
Another brother?
The black-haired man smiled as he watched the blonde woman, the scar over the left side of his lips tugging at them. “She grew up fine.”
“More than fine,” her captor rumbled and slapped a hand down on his shoulder, fingers creasing the man’s dark blue shirt. “Flint, she’s a work of art.”
Flint. Rath. She knew two of their names but not his.
Pig.
Her heart supplied that word, and she wanted to grin, because if he got to give her a nickname, then she got to give him one too.
Pig lived up to his name by running his eyes over the woman’s fall of blonde hair, the deep brown sweater that hugged her curves, to the practical black trousers that moulded to her ass and long legs.
He tossed Flint a salacious grin. “I’d tap that.”
Flint chuckled. “You’d tap anything with a pulse.”
Except a human, her mind whispered. No humans apparently.
His grin widened and he swept a hand down himself. “It’s not my fault I was born looking like this. They practically hurl themselves at me and beg me. It’s a crying shame we can’t take part.”
Flint sighed in agreement.
Take part in what?
That almost overshadowed what he had said about how he could have his pick of women.
Almost.
Well, he couldn’t have her, so he was wrong about that. He might have been born good looking, but from where she was standing, it had corrupted him, warped him into just another man who thought their looks would get them anywhere they wanted to go.
He was just like Alexander in that respect.
God, she could imagine how the brute would react if she told him that.
It was almost tempting.
   | Having lost his parents and mate in a brutal attack on his cougar shifter pride by a hunter organisation, Rath burns with a need to keep humans off his land and out of his life. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect his pride from them, but when a lone female wanders into his territory, it isn’t a burning need to drive her away he’s feeling and it isn’t his pride that needs protecting—it’s his heart. Down on her luck, Ivy follows a lead to a spot where she hopes to photograph black bears, but what she discovers there is a mountain of a man who lacks manners and seems determined to drive her off his property—a man who stirs unbidden fire in her veins and a strange sense of home. With a pride gathering on the verge of happening at Cougar Creek and the air charged with a mating heat, the last thing Rath needs is a human on his land, especially one as beautiful and alluring as Ivy, one who rouses a fierce need to fight for her, but he can’t convince himself to let her go… and that proves dangerous for them both.   WOW, did I love this book!! Felicity has really been on a roll lately, first with her recent release, Esher (he is my favorite hero of all time) and now with this book...I'm ECSTATIC to read the next one! Firstly, I LOVE the idea of the "true mate" or the "fated mate," and that's what this book was all about. But Felicity drew it out so perfectly, from when the couple first mt each other to Rath's realization (and resistance to) their pull towards each other. As always, the imagery was perfectly done. I felit like I was at Cougar Creek seeing the mist rising off the water and the black bears and Rath's shirtless fly fishing :) I am THRILLED there are more book sin the series, and I'm dying to read them all!!! (I received a copy of this book in consideration of my honest thoughts) |
💕 September 8 💕  💕 September 8 💕     |  Madness is sweeping through Cougar Creek, and Flint wants no part of it. The fever has two of his brothers in love already, and Flint is damned if he’s giving up the bachelor life to tie himself to one female, but when a perimeter sweep has him running into an exotic and enthralling beauty who rouses his instincts as a cougar shifter and a male, the hunt is on. All Yasmin is interested in is making sure her friend, Ivy, is safe, but the alluring black-haired man with a wicked smile she meets on the path to the creek has her thinking about other things. When an incident at Cougar Creek leads to her revealing a secret, and Flint’s persistence pushes her to a rash decision, her entire world is in danger of being turned upside down. With the gathering in full swing, and males determined to prove their worth to Yasmin, Flint discovers he’s not immune to the madness sweeping through the creek, because he’ll do whatever it takes to claim victory and win Yasmin’s heart… no matter how dangerous it is. |
💕 September 29 💕  💕 September 29 💕 | For the last twenty years, Cobalt has burned with a need of one female, a beautiful raven-haired cougar who captured his heart the moment he set eyes on her. His position as pride protector has been a blessing at past mating gatherings, keeping females away, but this time it feels like the worst of curses, because the female who has bewitched him so thoroughly is taking part for the first time and all he can do is watch as males battle for her. As much as she hates the way her mother controls everything in her life, Ember is thankful for it as she constantly turns away suitors, unaware of the pain she’s sparing Ember from with every male she rejects. Every male who isn’t the gorgeous blond with darkness in his eyes and an easy smile she burns for with an intensity that scares her, awakens feelings in her that have her verging on doing something reckless. Damaged goods he might be, dangerous and unpredictable, but with every contest over her that pulls her closer to her doom, she grows more determined to follow her heart, no matter the consequences. With every fight over the right to Ember, the tethers on Cobalt’s feelings twist and threaten to snap, a torment he cannot bear and one that has him willing to risk it all, because a single kiss would make even the harshest punishment worth it. He would die for one moment with her… his fated mate. |
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
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