Untamed

Book #3 Amoveo Legend

William Fleury has finally found his mate. A highly respected attorney and member of the Gyrfalcon Clan, he’s known for his cold, calculating demanor. However the ice around his heart thaws the moment he sets eyes on his mate.

Layla Nickelsen is a world traveled photographer with a secret…she gets more than adigital image from her pictures. The only thing she dreads more than her Amoveo heritage is the knowledge that someday her mate will find her…and claim her. Raised on a rural Maryland farm by a loving foster mother. She and two other hybrids live in fear of the full blooded Amoveo. Unable to shapeshift like her siblings, Layla always feels out of step.

When her mate arrives to claim her the intense and immediate connection is startling…but when the safety of the farm is violated and Rosie is attacked…the game changes and sacred trusts are challenged.

William shows her the way of the Amoveo and helps her realize her powers with remarkable speed. But will the Council and the pure blooded Amoveo embrace the newly revealed hybrids?

Lines are drawn and loyalties are questioned…The Amoveo become a house divided.
Layla swiftly discovers that there’s a fine line between love and lust.

You can’t escape your fate.

Untamed (The Amoveo Legend #3)

PRISM Winner 2013 Dark Paranormal

PRISM Winner 2013 Best of the Best

Excerpt
Chapter 1

Why wouldn’t her legs go any faster? Her lungs burned with effort, and sweat dripped down her back as she stumbled blindly through the fog-laden woods. He was right behind her. Always. His energy signature, the spiritual fingerprint that was so distinctly his, rolled around her in the mists. Behind her. Above her. In front of her.

He was everywhere. 

His energy enveloped her, but still—she couldn’t see him.

Layla’s breath came in heavy, labored gasps, and a bare branch caught in her long, curly red hair as she tripped over a log. She pulled the tangled strands away, swore softly, and ducked behind the trunk of a giant old elm tree. Layla pressed herself up against it, praying he wouldn’t see her. In response to her silent plea, the fog in the dream realm thickened and provided additional shelter from her relentless hunter.

 She’d been able to avoid him so far, but tonight it felt as if he was dreadfully close to finding her—and claiming her. His powerful energy swamped her and stole from her lungs what little breath she had left. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that the tree and the fog would swallow her up. Could she do that? Could she control the environment of the dream that much? Just as she was about to try, an unfamiliar voice tumbled around her.

 Why do you run from me?

The smooth, deep baritone flooded her mind and filled every ounce of her being in a shockingly intimate way. The sharp pang of desire zipped through her and made her breasts tingle. The sudden onslaught caught her off guard and had her head spinning.

Layla froze.

He’d never spoken to her before. She could barely hear him above the rapid pounding of her heart and wondered for a moment if she’d imagined it.

You did not imagine it.

His voice had become irritatingly calm. Please answer my question. Why do you run away from me? That distinctly male voice rumbled through her. It reverberated in her chest just like the deep bass beat of one of her favorite songs. Why are you afraid of me? Amusement laced his voice and floated around her in the fog.

That did it. Now she was pissed. He was laughing at her? First he haunts her sleep every night for the past two weeks, and now he’s making fun of her? Oh, hell no! Layla’s eyes snapped open, and she expected to find him—whoever he was—standing right in front of her. However, she was met only with the thick fog she’d created.

I’m not afraid of you.

She placed her hands on her hips and looked around at the swirling mist. Layla tilted her chin defiantly.

I just don’t want anything to do with you. So why don’t you piss off!

Rich, deep laughter floated softly around her. You make it sound as if there is a choice in the matter.

You bet your bossy ass there is.Layla shouted boldly into the gray abyss.I decide my fate. Me. Layla Nickelsen. She pointed at her chest with her thumb. Me. Not you or anybody else.

She waited. The beautiful sound of silence encircled her. Was he gone? She sharpened her focus and found him quickly. No. His energy still permeated the dream but had lessened. He had backed off? Interesting.

Layla stepped away from the tree, and the fog retreated in response. She steadied her breathing as her heartbeat slowed to a normal pace. A victorious look came over her face as she found herself gaining control. She pushed her hair off her face and watched the familiar woods where she had grown up come slowly into focus. A satisfied smile curved her lips; she nodded and made a hoot of triumph.

Fate can kiss my ass.
The words had barely left her mouth when two strong arms slipped around her waist and pulled her against a very tall, hard, and most definitely male body. Stunned and uncertain of what else he might do, Layla stayed completely still and glanced down to discover that her hands rested on two much larger ones. She could feel his heartbeat against her back as it thundered in his chest and thumped in perfect time with hers.

He dipped his head, and warm, firm lips pressed an unexpectedly tender kiss along the edge of her ear. Luminous heat flashed through her with astonishing speed, making her breasts feel heavy, and sending a rush of heat between her legs. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from sinking back into his strong, seductive embrace. Her body’s swift reaction was positively mortifying. She shivered, bit her lower lip, and fought the urge to turn around and kiss him. Why, and how, could she be turned on like this? Layla stiffened with disgust at her lack of self-control and her body’s obvious attraction to his.

You cannot outrun your destiny.

His surprisingly seductive voice dipped low, and his breath puffed tantalizingly along the exposed skin of her neck.She closed her eyes and tried to fight the erotic sensations, but it was like trying to stop the tide as it throbbed through her relentlessly.And for future reference, Firefly, the only one kissing your ass—or anything else on your beautiful body—will be me.He released her from the confines of his embrace and disappeared with the mist.

 

The shrill ring of the motel’s wake-up call tore her from sleep. Without even looking, Layla picked up the receiver and slammed it down harder than necessary. For the first time in a long time, she hadn’t wanted her dream to end. That was a switch. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and blew the bed-head hair out of her face. She looked around the cheap motel room and squinted at the sun that streamed so rudely into her room.

“Why can’t the damn curtains ever close all the way in these places?” Her sleepy mumble echoed through the empty room. The memory of last night’s dream was still fresh and raw, which was painfully evident by the heat that continued to blaze over her skin. Layla flopped back down and threw her arm over her eyes. It looked like her bossy stalker was right.
There was no escaping fate.

“Shit.”

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