Tiger's Mate

Tiger warrior Darien Kavlon meets his future mate as he travels toward his homeland, but intriguing sorceress Sarimariann Kei hides secrets dangerous to their relationship and perhaps fatal to their families.

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Reissue Date: October 2014
Length: Full Novel
Word Count: 88,914
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Rating: Sensual/Spicy
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



Book II:
Susan Kelley


© Copyright by Susan Kelley, April 2011
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, October 2014
ISBN 978-1-60394-495-3
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.


Darien sat on one of the rare rocks pushed to the surface of the plains by some natural force. His perch edged high enough to allow him sight over the top of the grasses.

“You’re not surprised to see me.” Sari tried for an offhand tone though her heart raced.

He grunted a response. Why did men think such a sound constituted a reply? Sari sat in the grass beside him, unsure where to start. The still, silent night soothed her senses but did little to order her thoughts.

“Are you going to ask some of those questions I’ve seen lurking in your eyes the entire day?”

Some of her earlier anger returned at hearing the amusement in his question. Sitting lower than him felt like a disadvantage, so she stood up and faced him. His nonchalant posture reeked of arrogance.

“Will you answer me?”

He shrugged and looked away from her to sweep his sharp gaze over the dark land. What could he see in the ocean of grass?

“Who are your people?”

“Jani and Jesi are my family.”

“I understand they’re your adopted mothers, but what people did your sire and real mother call their own?”

“I have no idea of my mother’s name or origin.”

“Your father?”

He slid fluidly off his perch and stepped so close to her his pant leg brushed against hers. She held her ground, refusing to be intimidated by him again.

“You’re a tenacious woman, Sarimariann Kei.” He smoothed one hand over the knot of hair on her neck. “Why do you always keep your hair in this tight wrap?”

Despite her best intentions, his deep voice and gentle touch distracted her. He leaned closer and his warm breath brushed lightly over her forehead. This close to him brought her awareness of his height. She stood taller than many women, but her eyes looked at the top of his shoulder.

“Answer me,” Sari whispered.

He used his other hand to lift her chin. His eyes shone like old silver as he lowered his head. She expected an overwhelming assault on her senses. But his kiss posed a question. His lips, light as the breeze, tickled her lips, her jawbone and the sensitive spot behind her ear. Strong arms pulled her slowly against his lean, hard body.

She didn’t resist and slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. Still he didn’t deepen the kiss but continued to press light, heated touches of his lips to parts of her face. She tangled her hands tightly in his hair and held his head so she could meet his mouth with her own. She moved her lips hungrily on his, but he still kept the contact light and nonaggressive.

An entire day of frustration welled up in her compounded by the intriguing desire he’d aroused in her from their first meeting. She dropped her hand to the curve of his firm buttocks and pulled his lower body tight against hers.

His quiet groan of approval rewarded her. His arms tightened, and now his hands moved about her body. He used one to hold her hips against his, and the other burrowed into her hair.

He wanted her. His aroused body made a dent in her quivering stomach, and molten waves of heat lapped against her senses. If her desire didn’t burn as fierce as his would she have stood before the force of his will?

Vaguely disturbed at this almost mystical power, she tore her lips from his. His strong hand turned her face back so he captured her lips again. No question softened his kiss now. She started to protest but opening her mouth let in his tongue. Repugnant memories of Roget’s sloppy plundering of her mouth surfaced. Again she tried to turn away, but Darien tongue gently stroked hers. All thoughts of anyone else fled.

She melted beneath his magmatic touch and let his tongue and hips lead her in an erotic rhythm. Her needs flowed along with his.

Darien jerked his head up, his entire body altering from torrid insistence to icy alertness. A wolf howled from out in the dark and dumped reality onto Sari’s head.