Black Panthers

Under the Panther’s Protection

(Black Panthers’ 3)

Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Romantic Suspense, shape-shifter, M/F, HEA

Fiona Harrison knew the time had come to make changes in her life. She just didn’t count on being abducted by a man who would change her life forever. Joshua Evans tore through her defenses with an ease that left her shaken and, unable to fight the chemistry between them, she soon found herself expecting his child.

Not willing to be tied to him because of the baby, she fought to put some distance between them. She didn’t understand the danger surrounding them until she was kidnapped and taken to the mountains. Freezing and injured, when Fiona saw her kidnappers become black panthers, she thought she was hallucinating. But when more black panthers came to rescue her, she knew it had to be true.

And then one shifted, and she suddenly found herself looking into Joshua’s eyes.

Her need for him left her feeling defenseless, but when danger came again, she realized how much they needed each other.



When Glenna had appeared on her doorstep several months earlier, pregnant and heartbroken, Fiona had done everything in her power to take care of her.

Fiona had failed her.

They lived in a small apartment that was falling apart and in a bad neighborhood.

What little heat they managed to coax from the small radiator quickly escaped through the cracks in the window and doorframes, which also let the frigid air in.

Even with both of them working two jobs, there hadn’t been enough to eat.

Fiona went without, knowing Glenna and her growing baby needed it more.

With no insurance, Fiona barely scraped together the money for doctor bills and prenatal vitamins, along with second-hand clothes that would fit Glenna’s swelling body.

Her sister didn’t even have a coat that fit around her belly, because Fiona hadn’t been able to find one.

Leland Moran and Joe Diablo obviously loved Glenna, and the child she carried, which they both claimed as theirs.

Fiona didn’t understand how her sister could be in love with two men, but Glenna’s love for them, and theirs for her, couldn’t be denied.

Glenna had cried in her sleep on several occasions, and Fiona had heard her call their names.

Fiona had wanted to contact them, but Glenna had become so upset that she’d relented.

Fiona felt confident that they would make sure Glenna had everything she needed, and more.

They’d wanted to take Fiona with them, but she wasn’t about to accept their charity.

She’d gotten herself into a mess, and she’d get herself out of it.

After locking the door, Fiona made her way to the worn sofa, the last of her energy draining away.

She’d lost her job at the fish market earlier that day because she’d passed out during her shift.

She’d lost her other job at the donut shop when the owner hired his nephew about two weeks earlier, but she hadn’t told Glenna about it.

She’d spent the time looking for another job but, so far, hadn’t been able to find one.

She had seventeen dollars and twelve cents in her pocket and hadn’t eaten in three days.

After turning the overhead light off to save electricity, she dropped onto the saggy sofa that had come with the apartment and let the tears she’d been holding back fall.

God, she was tired.

She knew it had a lot to do with not eating, but thankfully she’d gone past the point of feeling hungry.

She’d just take tonight to rest and would get back to looking for another job first thing in the morning.

For a few minutes, though, she could allow herself to fall apart.

She didn’t know how long she cried before she wore herself out and didn’t care.

Wiping her tears on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she pulled the afghan one of their elderly neighbors had made for them around herself, but the wind had picked up, and she couldn’t get warm.

Staring out the window at the only unbroken streetlight, she started crying again, too tired to bother wiping away the fresh tears.

Dropping her head against the back of the sofa, she let the tears fall and curled into a ball against the cold. At some point, she drifted off, waking several times due to the cold.

She automatically shoved the afghan aside to go check on Glenna, only to remember that Glenna was no longer there.

The sense of loneliness nearly overwhelmed her, tightening her stomach until it hurt.

Wrapping herself in the afghan again, she went back to sleep, repeating the process again and again through the night.

When she woke up again, daylight streamed through the thin curtains, and the air had gotten cold enough inside the apartment that she could see her breath. Remembering that she didn’t need to get up to check on Glenna, she pulled the afghan tighter around her shoulders, struggling to clear her head.

Blowing out a breath, she rubbed her gritty eyes, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball and go back to sleep again.

Considering it a show of willpower, she shoved the afghan aside and got to her feet, closing her eyes and clenching her jaw against the dizziness.

She had to get a job. She had to get enough money to make her way back to North Carolina so she could be closer to Glenna in case her sister and the baby needed her.

She’d be glad to live someplace a little warmer.

She hated the cold, and winter in Cleveland threatened to be more extreme than she’d ever experienced.

Opening her eyes again, she took a steadying breath and started toward the kitchen with the intention of making herself a cup of the chamomile tea she’d bought for Glenna.

She hadn’t taken two steps before a loud knocking at her door froze her in her tracks.

Someone intent on causing trouble probably wouldn’t show up at that hour and sure as hell wouldn’t knock.

“Who is it?”

“I’m Joshua Evans. Leland and Joe sent me.”


She raced for the door, her hands shaking as she struggled with the locks. “Is Glenna okay? Did they get into an accident?”

Flinging the door open, she found herself staring up at the biggest, meanest-looking man she’d ever seen.

Dressed entirely in black—black jeans, black T-shirt, black leather jacket and boots—he stared down at her, his eyes widening and glittering like black onyx.

His nostrils flared as he stared down at her in disbelief. “Son of a bitch!”

Fiona gripped the edge of the door, her head spinning. “Glenna?”

She saw his lips move, but the roaring in her ears made it impossible to hear what he said.

Terrified that something had happened to her sister, she fought dizziness but lost the battle.

A sob broke free a second before everything went dark.



Rubbing her slit against him in a desperate effort to relieve the ache, she grabbed his wrist, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand. “Please!”

His fingers closed lightly on her nipple, his gentle tug sharpening the throbbing of her clit. “Talk.”

To her stunned amazement, he released her nipple and gripped the back waistband of her sweatpants, lifting her slightly, yanking them to her knees and plunging a finger into her.


Moving on his finger, Fiona cried out at the pleasure. “My boss wanted to sleep with me, and I said no. His wife found out, and he had to transfer me. He kept calling me. Told me I was the only woman for him. I thought—oh God!”

Joshua withdrew, slapping her bottom cheek. “You thought what?”

Unashamedly pumping her hips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his neck, whimpering at the sharp sense of emptiness. “He sent me away. I thought if I stayed away for a while, he would stop bothering me. I moved. Then Glenna came, and we didn’t have enough money to come back, especially when Mom and Dad sold the house. Please. Joshua. Please take me.”

“I’m not taking you in a fucking parking lot.” He plunged a finger into her again, settling his thumb over her clit. “I’ll take care of you.”

“No!” Fiona scrambled to straddle his hips, glancing out the windows. “No one’s around. Now, Joshua. Please.”

The ache spread and strengthened, the heat inside her making her break out in a sweat. “What the hell have you done to me? I’ve never felt like this.”

Cursing, Joshua yanked his black jeans down, cursing again when he tried to get his hand in his pocket. “That’s something else we’ll talk about. Be still!”

The sight of his cock filled her with trepidation, the size of it overwhelming. “Jesus, Joshua.”

She should have known that such a big man would be well-endowed but hadn’t expected the reality of it.

“Be still, damn it! I’ll go easy. I won’t hurt you.”

Fiona gripped him, poised the head at her opening, and began to lower herself. Crying out at the heat and what felt like little vibrations, she ignored his curse and began to take him inside her.

With a harsh curse, Joshua gripped her waist. “I don’t have a condom, Fiona. God damn it!”

Releasing his cock, she gripped his shoulders, digging her fingertips into the hard muscle and took more of him inside her. “Dear God!”

A rush of heat warmed her blood even more, the strange tingling sensation accompanying it urging her to take more.

“Fiona, I have to—son of a bitch!”

She cried out his name, frightened when a sublime pleasure, like nothing she’d ever felt before, took over.

Holding her in its grip, it intensified, stealing her breath.

Aware of Joshua’s curse, she slid her hands to his hair, burying her face against his chest, thrilling at the scrape of his teeth on her neck.

Filled with a sense of vulnerability, she instinctively held on to him, calling his name over and over. “Please. Joshua. Oh God. What’s happening?”

Comforted by his hands moving over her, she sucked in another breath when he gripped her hip with one hand and fisted her hair with the other, just as the pleasure crested.

She whimpered and cried out his name, her body tightening against his.

He made a growling sound and scraped his teeth over her neck again, holding her to him and running his tongue over the spot as if to soothe her.

It was the most intimate and erotic experience of her life.

Tilting her head back, he looked into her eyes with a look of possessiveness that brought tears to her own. “You’re coming for me.” Sliding his hand to her bottom, he controlled her movements, a deep groan escaping as his cock pulsed inside her.

His hand tightened on her ass, and with a long shudder, he pulled her close again, still reeling from the pleasure. “Christ, I’ve never come so hard in my life.” Lifting her from his cock, he set her on his thighs, his lips on her temple. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

It cost him dearly, and only the thought of hurting her made it possible to withdraw from her.

He’d never felt anything like it.

Joshua rubbed her back, inordinately pleased that she still trembled from her orgasm, his chest tightening with pride that she remained slumped against him.

His heightened possessiveness of her stunned him, the strength of his feelings for her alarming.

“I didn’t take very good care of you.” He couldn’t resist running his hands over her breasts before fastening her bra and pulling her shirt down.

Tilting her head back, she opened her eyes and smiled. “I don’t know. That felt pretty good.”

“Pretty good?” His cock twitched at the challenge, his possessiveness growing inside him and taking on a life of its own. “It was damned good, and you know it. You were surprised and didn’t know what the hell was happening. Hell, it even scared you. You’ve never had an orgasm before, have you?”

The thought that he’d been the first man to give her such pleasure delighted him, but the stirring inside him as the beast within him fought to be free filled scared the hell out of him.

Fiona sat up, staring down at his cock and stirring the beast even more. “That’s not a very gentlemanly thing to mention.”

“I’m not a fucking gentleman.” The deepening of his voice couldn’t be contained, and he quickly realized that neither could the beast.

Panthers’ Pride

(Black Panthers’ 2)

Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA

When Glenna Harrison met Leland Moran and Joe Diablo, she knew they were different. She just didn’t know how different. She could accept that they were shapeshifters, but couldn’t accept the distance between them.

As the Alphas, Leland and Joe swore to protect the others from the same fate as their parents and knew they could never have a woman in their lives. But, they hadn’t counted on Glenna. Just as they realize they can’t live without her, they find she’s run away. In a fit of rage, they accidentally find a notebook that explains everything. Glenna’s their mate, and they’ll do anything to get her back.

After months of frantic searching, they find her—pregnant, and in desperate need of their help. They thought taking her home would keep her safe, but danger surrounded her. The Alpha in another pack of shapeshifers had sworn revenge, and wanted to use Glenna to get it.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Watching the road again, she couldn’t help but smile as she passed one of the dirt roads on her right, amused by the number of signs on either side of it. There were even more signs than the last time she’d passed.

Keep Out!


No Trespassing!

There were several of each now, as though whoever lived there wanted to make sure no one could miss them.

In case they hadn’t gotten their message across, whoever lived there had hung a large, heavy chain from massive trees on either side of the dirt road, with yet another Keep Out sign attached to it.

It appeared that whoever lived there really didn’t want any visitors.

Amusing herself by wondering what kind of people lived there and what they’d do if she went up and knocked on their door, she focused her attention on the road, slowing slightly as she came to a curve.

Without warning, a truck approached from the opposite direction, the bright glare of sunlight bouncing off their windshield momentarily blinding her.

With a gasp, she hit the brakes, and swerved to the right, desperately trying to stay in her lane. Squinting against the bright light, she tightened her hands on the steering wheel, her heart racing. The car lurched—hard—bouncing her in her seat as she hit a big hole on the shoulder, jarring her so badly that her teeth snapped together.

She came to a stop on the side of the road just as the truck flew past her. Shaken, she pressed a hand to her heart and looked in the rearview mirror in time to see the truck take the curve and disappear from view. Seeing no other cars behind her, she took her foot from the brake and slowly started to ease the rest of the way off the road, knowing that if she didn’t, anyone coming around the curve wouldn’t see her until it was too late.

Grimacing at the unmistakable thump of a flat tire, she fought the wheel, breathing a sigh of relief when she finally managed to get the car onto a patch of dirt and completely off of the road.

“Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.” Hitting the brake again, she threw the car into park. Still shaking, she took several deep breaths. “Fiona, you’ve only been gone an hour, and I’m already in trouble.”

Turning off the ignition, she opened the door, the heat and humidity so overwhelming, she paused, feeling as if someone threw a wet blanket over her head.

Cloying and uncomfortable, it hit her hard, and had perspiration running down her back within seconds.

The trees on either side of the road blocked out most of the sun, but also blocked out any whiff of breeze, leaving the air heavy and oppressive.

With a sigh, she straightened, knowing that the sooner she dealt with the tire, the sooner she could get home to a cool shower.

Afraid of the damage she’d find, she circled the front of the car, and stared down at what she’d dreaded—a very flat tire.

She knew the mechanics of changing a tire, but she hadn’t ever done it before.

She didn’t look forward to attempting it now, but she didn’t want to call the mechanic in town unless she had to.

The unmistakable sound of an engine had her looking up again, hoping that whoever it was would stop. Even if they didn’t know how to help her, at least they could talk to her and put an end to this eerie silence.

Blinking at the sight of the large, black truck she’d just passed coming into view, she watched the driver park at the curve with his hazard lights on, giving anyone approaching plenty of time to see him.

Breathing a sigh of relief that someone had stopped, she kept an eye on the truck as she moved to the front of her car, anxiously waiting for the occupants to emerge.

Stilling at the sight of two grim-faced men staring at her through the windshield, she swallowed heavily, wiping her damp palms on her flowered sundress.

The two doors of the truck opened simultaneously, and two very large men emerged, big, dangerous-looking men that had her taking several steps back.

Wearing jeans, boots, T-shirts, and dark glasses, the two tall, muscular men strode toward her, the purposefulness in their strides sending off all kinds of warning bells.




The way they moved carried a sensuality that made her breath catch even as the aura of danger surrounding them had her taking several more hasty steps backward.

Purpose. Power. Grace.

Their grim expressions sent a chill down her spine and a surge of panic racing through her—one that had her turning and her feet moving before she even made the conscious decision to run.

Panthers’ Prey

(Black Panthers’ 1)

Bailey Knox knew the good price she paid for her new bar came with consequences, but she didn’t count on nearly getting killed before she could even move into the place, which was also her new home.

Waking up to the two complete strangers who have saved her, she’s alarmed at her overwhelming response to both of them. Marcus Brand and James Archer are different from any men she’s ever met, but she didn’t realize how different. Shape-shifters don’t exist. Then they tell her something even more remarkable.She is their mate.

She fights the emotional pull, even while reveling in the passion that only seems to grow stronger, passion that just can’t be ignored.

Neither can the attacks. When black panthers save her life once again, the trio must hide the truth from the rest of the world while struggling to come to grips with their own destiny—and overcoming the danger surrounding them.


Ignoring the stitch in her side, Bailey Knox ran as fast as she could, struggling to get enough air into her lungs. Stumbling yet again, she managed to catch herself and jumped over one of the large roots that, in the dimming light, seemed to reach out for her, like gnarled fingers curling into the damp ground.

She choked back sobs, hardly able to believe this could really be happening. He’d actually shot at her, the shot hitting the tree in front of her and sending shards of bark flying.

The farther she ran, the denser the trees got, making running more dangerous by the second.

Concentrating on just staying on her feet, she raced through the woods, dodging tree limbs as she ran for her life.

But, no matter how fast she ran, the footsteps pounding into the damp earth behind her got closer and closer. She braced for him to shoot again and for the pain that would slam into her if he didn’t miss this time.

The muscles in her legs felt rubbery, making her clumsy, but she knew if she tripped, he would be on her. Her breath came out in short, sobbing pants as she raced on, almost falling several times. Her hands burned from the countless times she’d had to grab on to tree trunks to stay upright.

“You’re pissing me off! How long do you think you can run from me, bitch?”

His voice came from directly behind her. He was too close and seemed to be gaining no matter how fast she ran.

Choking back sobs, she fought her panic and ran on, digging deep for the burst of speed she needed to put some distance between them. The muscles in her legs burned as she raced up an incline, another panicked sob escaping when she stumbled, almost losing her balance.

The heavy tread of running footsteps behind her seemed to get closer every second, increasing her panic until it felt as if her heart would burst from her chest.

Small branches slapped at her, but she barely felt the sting, too intent on getting away from the evil closing in on her from behind.

The reality of her situation hit her hard.

She was in the middle of nowhere with a psychopath chasing her through woods that grew darker by the minute and that were completely unfamiliar to her. He kept gaining on her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he caught her.

She couldn’t get enough air. She couldn’t run fast enough.

She couldn’t believe that her life may actually end in the next few minutes.

This couldn’t be happening.

The inner voice inside her screamed at her to run faster, but with all the roots, trees and brush, she couldn’t gain any speed.

Making a sharp turn, she cut between two trees in a vain attempt to lose him, hoping that if she could for even a few precious seconds, she’d be able to hide in the darkness until he gave up or she could get some help.

Inwardly cursing that she couldn’t seem to gain even an inch of distance between them, she choked back another sob.

The pain in her scalp caught her by surprise as he grabbed a handful of hair, the sharp pull unbalancing her and jerking her neck backward. She screamed, a scream she knew no one would hear. In desperation she grabbed at a tree trunk to keep him from pulling her to the ground. Ignoring the pain, she held strong and somehow managed to get her legs under her again.

Oh, God! She couldn’t let him win. She had to fight and keep fighting.

If she gave up, she would die.

She screamed again, struggling to keep from sliding on the slick leaves. Flailing her arms for balance, she somehow managed to hit his arm and miraculously loosened his hold just enough for her to shake off his grip.

She heard a curse and a dull thud and realized she’d somehow also managed to knock the gun away from him.

It gave her hope and with it, renewed strength.

Thankful that she’d managed to get rid of the threat of being shot, she made a break for it, but her sudden burst of speed cost her.

Her foot hit one of the large roots and turned sideways, her ankle twisting painfully, and then went numb, collapsing under her. Screaming in pain and horror, she fell hard, facedown on the damp ground. Terrified, she screamed and tried to scramble to her feet again, but he landed hard on top of her, knocking the breath from her and effectively cutting off her screams.

Desperately grabbing for something solid, she tried to dig her knees into the ground, but the large, hard roots under her made it impossible to get any leverage.

After several long seconds, she finally managed to gulp precious air into her lungs. On her second breath, she tried to scream.

“Get the fuck off of me, you piece of shit. Ow!”

Even though her voice came out low and breathless, she was proud of the anger she managed to inject into it.

He yanked her long ponytail, and she just managed to turn her face to the side before he slammed her head into the damp earth.

She tried to scream again, using her arms as leverage to lift herself in an attempt to ease the pressure on her chest, but the heavy weight covering her made it impossible. She used the little bit of air she had left to curse at him again.

His hands came around her neck and tightened, cutting her air off altogether.

“Shut the fuck up.”

His fingers squeezed into her throat in a bruising, punishing hold, and although she clawed at them, she couldn’t manage to loosen it at all.

Adjusting his position, he held her down with a hard arm in the middle of her back, pressing her face into the dank earth and making it almost impossible to get even the smallest amount of air anymore.

He moved to her side, holding her face against the ground, and grabbed her hip, ripping her shirt as he forced her to her back.

Grabbing desperately at the hand at her throat, she fought to get free, terrified because she couldn’t get any air at all. Her mind screamed in horror at what was happening, and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

His silence and the evil intent in his eyes as he stared down at her would be the last thing she would ever experience.

No! No! No!

Oh, God! He was killing her.

Her vision blurred and darkness began to close in, but as hard as she fought him, she couldn’t get any air.

Deprived of air, she panicked and fought with everything she had, but her struggles grew weaker and weaker until they became almost nonexistent. Desperate, she tried to kick at him but couldn’t reach. She dug her nails into the hands around her neck, trying to pull at them until she had no strength left to fight him at all. Looking up into the face of her killer, the man whose features she could barely discern now, she felt the rest of the strength fade away. No matter how much her mind screamed at her to fight, her fingers lost their grip on his hands at her throat and dropped to her sides.

Her vision dimmed, the faint slice of moonlight penetrating the thick trees becoming smaller and smaller.

It was then that her mind started playing tricks on her.

The vicious growling she heard sent cold chills of terror through her already horrified system.

Growls of a wild, tortured beast.

Then everything went black.