Promise Me Forever

Jaguar Thayne Christensen fights for the Council as part of their elite Spirit Hunter team, destroying rogue spirits before they can possess others of their race. A Hunter to the core, his focus never wavers until his new partner, Shaman healer Miranda Fuller, uses her unorthodox ways to prove their blistering hunger for each other deserves a closer look.


Published: 10/2011
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 12,190
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Rating: Spicy
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)


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Kristina Lee


© Copyright by Kristina Lee, October 2011
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, October 2011
ISBN 978-1-60394-
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


The mischief in her gaze hit home that instant as Thayne’s heart froze in disbelief. Gone was his eagerness to sate his outrageous lust. “What have you done, little minx?”

She laughed at his narrowed gaze, the light tinkling sound increasing his outrage. His scowl deepened knowing his dream was not his own. Had his naughty little Shaman been so distraught by his refusal to claim her that she’d been driven to Spirit Walk into his dreams?

The notion pleased both man and beast far greater than it ever should. It was a warning that his control was precariously thin, and slipping further from his grasp with each passing second her soft, warm body stayed wrapped around his. When she pulled him closer and rubbed her delectable heat against the throbbing head of his shaft he was helpless to his animal nature.

A purr rumbled from deep in his throat, dragging his forbidden passions to the forefront of his mind. Hunger crashed through him, his resistance lost in the turbulent waves. As a Jaguar changeling, he craved touch, excessively so. Fighting the riptide of needs demanding he take what she willingly offered—what he craved—Thayne unlocked himself from her firm grasp.

They were wrong for each other. No matter how completely his animal side believed otherwise.

“You can’t ignore the mating pull forever, Thayne.”

He winced as her words sliced across his skin. His repeated denial had hurt her, indelibly. Her confusion and grief intensified tenfold because of their fated bond. A bond which could never be no matter how remorseful that left him.

“I’m doing what’s best for both of us, dammit.”

Slipping behind him, she twined her arms around the narrow band of his waist and slowly nudged him to the looming bed. Her breath escaped in hot bursts of pleasure that danced along his heated skin. “What you’re doing is so cowardly, it’s laughable. A dangerous assassin taking the safe road, afraid of a little healer.”

Fury laced his blood and he swung her around, dropping her to the soft bed with a plop. Her legs lifted, toes wiggling around his waist as she attempted to pull him closer. His fingers were on her calves, massaging, yanking her ass tight against his legs before he knew what hit him.

Thayne didn’t have a cowardly bone in his damn body and both man and beast intended to prove it. “Aren’t you the pot calling the kettle black? Sneaking into my dreams.”

Her angelic face lit at the reminder of her invasive victory, wide eyes dancing with pride. Despite his reasons not to be, Thayne experienced a surge of similar pride in his tightened chest. Her talents were immense, all possible by unwavering dedication to her craft. The workhorse in him wanted to salute her accomplishment.

“Yes I suppose I did.” She wrapped her legs tight around his waist now and he stifled a groan when her silk gown pooled at her waist revealing the first hint she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. “But only because I’m growing tired of your refusals. We belong together. As mates.”

Yes, yes, yes, both beast and body purred. No, his mind answered with finality. Still he didn’t move away, didn’t pull her legs from where they tickled his back. “There is no we, little Shaman. Best for you to stop desiring otherwise.”

Despite the hard edge to his voice, she shrugged, ignoring him as usual. Miranda owned the title of the most stubborn, willful woman he’d ever known. She did what she wanted, when she wanted to. Anyone who stood in her way be damned. And Thayne had done nothing but provoke her challenges by denying her the chance to be with him. Life with her on this latest mission had been downright hell.

Soft fingers teased the band of his boxers. “Desire is an understatement if I’ve ever heard one. Crave sounds more suiting, wouldn’t you agree?”