Prowleryn Cat Shifters Eber, Kane, and Demitri find their mates in the most unlikely of matches.
Eber's Angel: For over five hundred years Eber reigned as leader of his Prowleryn tribe. He has spent most of his life hating humans. He never dreamed a human could stir his lust or touch his heart, but Drew does the impossible.
Kane's Courtship: The passion between Kane and Ivonne is hot enough to melt an Alaskan winter, but her troubled past casts a shadow on their new-found happiness. Can a secretive cat shifter and a woman who's a magnet for mystery find true love?
Demitri's Devil: Demitri's new mate is the most impossible female he has ever met, yet he can't resist her. Patricia can't understand how she can be attracted to such an unbearable man, yet no one has ever made her feel like Demitri. Nothing and no one will keep her from standing by him, regardless of the danger.
Publisher's Note: Eber's Angel, Kane's Courtship, and Demitri's Devil have been previously released as single title novellas.
Praise for Prowleryns (Box Set)
"If you're into a man with animal magnetism and is a beast between the sheets then the Prowleryns Box Set is for you! You will fall head over paws for Elder, Kane, and Demetri and love the females that drive them crazy. I loved reading these so much that when I finished Demetri's story (the last in the set) I started right back at the beginning. I can't wait for the next installment!"
-- 5 Stars from Nikki, Sensuous Reviews
"The author has created a fascinating world of shifters with some unique and interesting elements that make for an entertaining read... I was completely captivated by each one and I can't wait to read more from the Prowleryn world."
-- 4 Stars from Evampire, The Romance Reviews
Praise for Prowleryns: Demitri's Devil
"This is story I would recommend to anyone with a passion for shifters."
-- Peppermint, Whipped Cream Reviews
"A delicious romance developing between two people who think oppositely about the traditional ways, but slowly realize they aren't as opposite as they believed."
5 Diamonds! -- S. K. Fero, Got Erotic Romance! Reviews
"The characters of this story are well written and the storyline flows with both excitement and sexual chemistry which Ms. Hill has woven in quite nicely."
4.5 Hearts! -- Margo, The Romance Studio
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Prowleryns (Box Set)
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Excerpt from Eber's Angel
Drew considered herself a hunter, even though she'd never killed. She was always searching for the perfect wildlife shot, which explained why at the moment she was lost in a South American jungle.
If she'd paid closer attention to her guide and less to the almost magical pull of her camera lens, she wouldn't be in such danger right now. Panic nearly set in, but she forced herself to remain calm and focus on finding some indication of which way to travel.
She heard a cry -- something between a feline shriek and a human bellow. Her heart skipped a beat. Dangerous animals stalked this wilderness, yet she'd never heard any beast sound quite like this.
Over and over the cries tore through the jungle. Drew sensed desperation in that voice. Overcome by curiosity, she ventured toward, rather than away from the sound. She pushed herself through a tangle of vegetation into a clearing. Her eyes widened.
Buried chest deep in quicksand struggled a creature unlike anything she'd ever seen. Its face looked both human and feline. Though built like a man, it was covered in a leopard pelt. Its sinewy arms and long, clawed fingers stretched toward the overhanging branch of a nearby tree, but it couldn't quite reach it. The harder it fought for freedom, the deeper it sank.
Torn between pity and fear, Drew realized this beast would soon die a horrible death. It paused for a moment, its chest heaving. Clearly it was losing strength. She had no way of knowing how long it had been trapped there, fighting for freedom.
At that moment it caught sight of her. Drew momentarily forgot to breathe. Even from a distance she saw keen intelligence and sensitivity in its greenish-yellow eyes.
It didn't utter a sound, but something in its expression told her that even if it could speak it wouldn't ask for her help. If this creature understood pride, if it sensed its own mortality, she couldn't leave it to die.
She was probably risking her life. Once free, this creature could tear her apart. Its -- his -- powerfully muscled body, clawed hands and gleaming fangs marked him as a predator. She didn't have a weapon to defend herself, yet she approached.
He watched her warily.
"Easy," she said, her heart pounding. She slipped off her backpack and gear and placed it on the ground. "I just want to help you. Can you understand me?"
Except for a low growl, he didn't reply but stared at her.
She stepped closer, careful not to get too near the pit. How could she reach him?
She pulled off her belt and tossed it to him. He grabbed hold and she tried to heave him out. Lord he was heavy, and with the pull of the quicksand she wasn't sure she could free him. He tried pulling himself out, but only succeeded in dragging her closer to the pit.
"No, don't!" she said and released the belt.
He fell deeper into the quicksand. A low moan of despair escaped his throat. Again their gazes locked and the expression in his eyes tugged at her heart.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry. Maybe I can bring the branch closer to you."
She jumped up and after a couple of tries caught hold of the overhanging branch. She pulled down as hard as she could while the creature in the pit stretched his long arms upward. He caught hold of the branch and it creaked beneath his weight. Inch by torturous inch he dragged himself higher, his claws sinking into the bark. The branch looked close to snapping.
Drew bit her lower lip. He had to make it this time. He had to!
As he emerged from the quicksand, she stared in fascination. Beneath the smooth, leopard like pelt, he had the form of an athletic man -- a lean waist, long legs of chiseled muscle, and a tight, perfect ass. He was also completely naked.
Finally he reached the side of the pit. Only when he grasped her ankle did she realize she'd stayed far too close to this creature.
Now that he had her, what was to stop him from tearing her to pieces? He looked partly human, but would he react like one?
She gave a sharp cry as he tugged her to the ground. Instead of harming her, he collapsed on top of her, still panting from his narrow escape, his big, rock-hard body half draped over hers.
Drew lay frozen, her heart pounding. Beneath the layer of sand and mud, his pelt felt smooth and his body quite warm.
After a few moments, his breathing evened out and he lifted his head to stare into her eyes.
Drew swallowed, unsure of what to do. She wondered if he could talk. There was only one way to find out. "Can you understand me?" she asked.
He didn't reply, but continued watching her. Those wide set greenish eyes were intelligent. She sensed he knew what she said but was unable or unwilling to respond, at least not in words.
He pushed himself to his knees, and when she tried to rise as well, he placed a hand on her stomach.
Drew's pulse raced and she remained still, half raised on her elbows. She glanced at the large, hairy hand, waiting for his claws to tear through her clothes and flesh. Though firm, his touch didn't hurt and after a moment his hand moved slowly up her torso. As it passed between her breasts, her nipples tightened and tingled. Finally he paused, his hand curved lightly around her throat.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she continued softly, her voice steadier than she felt.