Catching Meara
by Christine
Young
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BLURB:
Meara Thorton was a feisty, world class
computer hacker—cornered by the FBI and shockingly given the chance to be their
newly acquired technical analyst.
Brilliant and intuitive, yet aching with the loss of everyone she has
cared about, her restless heart led her to discover a love she fought and a
world she didn't know could possibly exist.
Jace McKenna was an enigma, a loner, impossibly handsome, sincere and
committed. The Apache shapeshifter blood running through his veins burned
hotter than the blistering Sierra Madre sun. Jace knew the moment he caught
Meara's scent she was his for eternity.
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Excerpt:
"I can't--sleep. I can't close my eyes."
"Why ever not?"
"I'm afraid that cat will show up again. Any
suggestions? Any besides keep all the doors and windows closed?" Like a
drill sergeant, she marched through his open front door.
She didn't hear footsteps behind her, but she did hear the
door close. He was always as silent as cat stalking a mouse. She didn't sense
his presence until his hands were on her and he was spinning her around.
Surprised, she cried out. The spinning sensations caused her to stumble. She
fell down to the floor and he followed.
She was beneath him and he was sprawled over her, taut,
tense, his chest naked and the muscles rippling. She wanted to trace the
rosettes on his body. They were everywhere and she'd never noticed how many he
had. His eyes seemed to blaze, searing, into her. "Meara," he began.
"Dear god, Meara." Then he fell silent. He groaned as his fingers
moved into her hair...and he was kissing her...really kissing her.
Not as he had kissed her earlier. Not lightly, but with
hunger, raw and animalistic. Openmouthed, his lips moved upon hers, wet, hot,
enticing a response from her. His tongue swept her mouth, thrust inside and
demanded she respond equally. Then he drew away, kissing her face, the tip of
her nose, her closed eyelids. His tongue rimmed her lips before slipping inside
her mouth again, so deeply the inferno raced throughout her body. She needed to
touch him if only to reassure herself this too was not a dream.
She wanted to feel the warmth of his body and explore the
contours that were all male animal, sleek and hard. And in turn she felt an
overwhelming urge, the fire, and the desperation to have him at any cost.
His lips rose above hers just a fraction of an inch. She
touched them delicately with her tongue, encircling them, nipping lightly. He
held still to her gentle assault then swept his arms around her. Once again
their mouth melded and the tasting and sweeping and hunger were shared. When
they broke apart again, his hold on her eased, but the tension in him seemed
greater, explosive. His breath fanning her cheeks, he whispered. "Meara,
I'm sorry. I understand it's too soon. It's just..."
Beneath him she lay still, wondering what on earth was
happening to her. It wasn't too soon. Yet maybe he had the right of it. Perhaps
he didn't want her in that way. She had teased and taunted him, shown up at his
door and practically begged for the kiss--for sex. Still she wondered how he
could just walk away. It seemed to him the kiss was a mistake, but she'd live
with the mistake and cherish the moment.
He was on his feet, one hand holding tight to his towel, the
other reaching down to her, helping her to stand. She gazed at him, her fingers
still entwined with his, her lips swollen and soft and wet from the kiss.
"Jace," she whispered his name. He didn't speak,
and his eyes focused with hers. "I'm not what you want. I know I'm not the
kind of girl..." Her voice trailed away miserably. She barely knew him,
and she had imposed herself after long days at work. But she wondered if his
desire was great enough, if she could seduce him.
"Meara, hush, you are exactly the kind of girl I would
want." His voice was a low growl, his words fraught with tension, his eyes
blazing.
Review:
The only rules Meara Thorton has been following for the last couple of years is her own, as a one of the elite computer hackers out there her time has suddenly come up. Faced with jail or working for the FBI, Meara quickly falls into a new pattern helping catch serial killers.
Jace McKenna knows the minute he puts the cuffs on Meara, she is his mate. How do you explain to the woman who is your soul mate that you are a jaguar shifter, without her running for the hills. Wen it looks like Meara has acquired a stalker of her own, Jace first has to keep her safe before confessing who he really is.
Entertaining story. I thaught Meara created a perfect balance with Jace. Jace is used to bieng in control, except where Meara is concerned. He puts Meara's needs first, but his jaguar is ready to claim her and never let her go.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born in
Medford, Oregon, novelist Christine Young has lived in Oregon all of her life. After
graduating from Oregon State University with a BS in science, she spent another
year at Southern Oregon State University working on her teaching certificate,
and a few years later received her Master's degree in secondary education and
counseling. Now the long, hot days of summer provide the perfect setting for
creating romance. She sold her first book, Dakota's Bride, the summer of 1998
and her second book, My Angel to Kensington. Her teaching and writing careers
have intertwined with raising three children.
Christine's newest venture is the creation of Rogue Phoenix Press.
Christine is the founder, editor and co-owner with her husband. They live in
Salem, Oregon.
Christine’s Blog:
http://christineyoung-romancewriter.blogspot.com
Christine
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