Find out how to enter the Bitten by a Hellcat international giveaway (ends March 1st) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 5 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bitten-by-a-hellcat-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Here’s more about Bitten by a Hellcat, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance book.
The sole remaining member of the most famous shifter hunter family in history, Owen Nightingale is a mercenary and a man with a secret held in his closely guarded heart, but when a beautiful rare shifter catches his eye and offers him a job, he has the feeling he’ll be the one paying for helping her—with his heart.Bitten by a Hellcat is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bitten-by-a-hellcat-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Cait is in a spot of trouble with a capital T. A male hellcat has set his sights on claiming her and she’s one kitty who doesn’t want a collar. When she meets a dark, alluring and mysterious hunter, she sees a chance to rid herself of the male, but the price Owen sets and the fierce passion that burns white-hot between them lures her dangerously under his seductive spell.
Can Owen discover the true intent of the male hellcat and stop Cait from falling into his hands? And can Cait retain control as the heat of desire burns between her and Owen, or will a reckless moment seal both of their fates forever?
Excerpt
“I don’t go into things blind. I need more information. I think we should go somewhere quieter to discuss the job and so you can fill me in on everything you know… maybe away from your admirer.” Owen took his drink and smiled at her, raising the glass at the same time, hoping the male was still watching them.
If luck was with him, Marius wouldn’t know who he was and would think he was just another mortal in the bar flirting with Cait. A harmless male looking for a good time.
He instantly hardened in his black jeans, his body issuing a painful reminder that it wasn’t wholly a lie. He was looking for a good time with Cait. Her flirting had revved him up, filling his head with thoughts of finding a dark corner and making out with her.
Okay, making out was a little too innocent sounding for what he had in mind, but it had been a while since he had been as attracted to someone as he was to her. Heck, he wasn’t sure he had ever been this attracted to anyone. He had always kept his dalliances short and sweet, a periodic scratching of a biological itch, but something about Cait had him firing on all cylinders and thinking in terms longer than a single hot and heavy moment.
He was thinking in terms longer than multiple hot and heavy moments. Nights were involved. Many of them. As many as she would give him.
More than they might have together when working on her job.
He emptied his glass to kill that thought with the alcohol and set it back down on the bar.
“Where do you want to go?” She sipped her drink, a genuine smile playing on her lips and the fire back in her eyes. It sent a bolt of hot lust through him again and he grimaced and shifted on his seat, trying to get more comfortable as his jeans pinched his groin.
“My place.” It came out a little harder and more demanding, and definitely more hungry than he had intended.
Her eyes widened a fraction before narrowing on his and filling with dark desire that left him in no doubt she was thinking wicked things too, her mind leaping forwards to picture what awaited her at his place.
Owen ground his teeth and shot for professional. “We can discuss the job further there and you’ll be safe, off the radar of your male.”
“He’s not my male.” She leaned towards him and he leaned back, cursing himself when her smile faded and her gaze lost its heat and hunger. She bounced back, taking another swig of her drink and smiling again. “We can go to your place. I’m intrigued. I want to know what a hunter’s home looks like.”
Owen grimaced for a different reason as he pictured it in his head and realised he was about to make a heck of a poor impression.
He took a small silver glass vial from his bag, tipped half of the contents into his empty glass, and knocked it back. The alcohol haze instantly evaporated, leaving his head clear. He always had loved this particular elixir. Tipsy to sober in a heartbeat. A weapon that should be in any good hunter’s arsenal and one that had saved his life a few times. There were plenty of demons and fae out there who saw a drunk hunter and figured it was a good time to take them out of action. His little elixir solved that problem for him. One swift chug and he was fighting fit and it was the opportunistic non-human who was taken out of action by him.
He turned and looked over his left shoulder, along the bar, searching for Kyter. The sandy-haired shifter was nowhere to be seen but the big silver-haired male who worked behind the bar with Kyter noticed him and strolled towards him.
When the man reached him, Owen said, “Can we slip out the back?”
The bartender looked between him and Cait, a dark edge to his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest, causing the sleeves of his white shirt to stretch tight across his muscles. Owen had the feeling he was going to say no.
He turned to face the big shifter. “There’s a male harassing her.”
The bartender’s stormy eyes shifted back to her and lingered for a moment before he jerked his chin towards the opposite end of the bar and walked away.
Owen slipped from his stool, took hold of Cait’s wrist, and led her through the throng around the bar, using it as cover. He kept low and she did the same, skulking through the crowd behind him. Her other hand caught hold of his wrist as someone jostled her and he pulled her closer, looking back to check on her at the same time, fearing for a moment the male had come after her.
It was just the normal crush around the bar and the human man who had bumped her muttered an apology.
Owen stopped at the end of the bar and peered to his left through a gap in the people there, making sure that the huge male lurking in the shadows was looking in the wrong direction before he made a break for the dark door just beyond the bar where the silver-haired male waited for them.
The man opened the dark metal door in the black back wall of the club as they swiftly approached and closed it as soon as they were through.
The brightly lit cavernous pale room was a contrast to the loud dark main room of the club, quiet enough that Owen could hear his ears ringing from the assault of the music and could hear Cait breathing. She turned on the spot, taking everything in, from the doors that led off the large space to his right to the staircase against the left wall that led upwards. He headed straight for the exit near the foot of the stairs that would take them out into a narrow alley behind the club. His car was parked nearby.
Owen adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder and took hold of Cait’s arm again as he headed for the back door. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to exit the club this way, but normally it was because someone had decided to try to claim the glory of killing him. This was the first time he had left because of a job. It was also the first time he had left the club with a woman.
A woman he was intending to take back to his place.
Another first for him.
His father’s string of marriages after the death of Owen’s mother had led to Owen keeping a firm grip on his heart, never allowing anything to happen that might compromise it. Right at the top of the list of risks he wasn’t willing to take was bringing a woman back to his place. He looked back over his shoulder at Cait as he opened the emergency exit door.
She smiled at him, one that reached her blue eyes and set them alight again, restoring the confident woman who had caught his eye and had him enraptured.
Bringing her back to his home felt like a dangerous move. One liable to weaken the barriers he had constructed to stop himself from falling foul of the same pitfalls as his father.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say he had changed his mind and they should go somewhere else when she shifted closer to him, her other hand coming up in a protective gesture to hover over her chest. Her eyes darted both ways along the dark alley and he swore he felt her trembling beneath his fingers.
His need to take care of her roared back to the fore, vanquishing his fears, and he tugged her along the alley towards the quiet road at the end of it. He didn’t release her until he had dug his keys out of his bag, unlocked his small black hatchback, and had the door open for her. She thanked him with another electric smile that sent a thousand volts sparking along his nerve endings, setting them alight, and slipped into the passenger seat.
Owen closed the door, rounded the compact car and slid into the driver’s seat. He twisted at the waist and put his bag on the back seat, and then put the key into the ignition and started the car. The engine growled to life and he flicked the switch for the lights, checked the road and pulled out. He tugged his seatbelt on as he drove and glanced across at Cait.
“Buckle up.” He waited to see she was doing as instructed, tugging the slim black belt across her chest, before returning his focus to the road.
It was quiet, the night drawing on, making it easy going as he navigated the short journey deep into an affluent neighbourhood near the centre of London.
Cait’s eyes grew wider by the moment as she stared out of the windows, taking in the buildings. When he drove through large black wrought iron gates, her eyes shot impossibly wide and she looked across at him. He kept his eyes on the road, unwilling to field her silent question, slowing the car as he drove through the rows of beautiful pale townhouses.
He turned left down another side road where the biggest houses were located and pulled the car into a reserved parking spot outside his one. Cait was still staring at him. He turned the engine off, undid his seatbelt, gathered his bag, and stepped out of the car.
She followed him a moment later, her eyebrows pinned high on her forehead as she finally looked away from him, her gaze settling on the huge four storey Georgian townhouse behind him.
“What you pictured?” he said before locking the car and turning his back on her. He strode towards the short black iron gate, opened it and glanced over his shoulder at her.
She hurried towards him, her eyes flitting between him and the house.
It was too big for him.
He used the sum total of five rooms out of the possible fourteen.
“This is yours?” She spoke at last, her gaze on the white townhouse, slowly drifting up the height of it.
If luck was with him, Marius wouldn’t know who he was and would think he was just another mortal in the bar flirting with Cait. A harmless male looking for a good time.
He instantly hardened in his black jeans, his body issuing a painful reminder that it wasn’t wholly a lie. He was looking for a good time with Cait. Her flirting had revved him up, filling his head with thoughts of finding a dark corner and making out with her.
Okay, making out was a little too innocent sounding for what he had in mind, but it had been a while since he had been as attracted to someone as he was to her. Heck, he wasn’t sure he had ever been this attracted to anyone. He had always kept his dalliances short and sweet, a periodic scratching of a biological itch, but something about Cait had him firing on all cylinders and thinking in terms longer than a single hot and heavy moment.
He was thinking in terms longer than multiple hot and heavy moments. Nights were involved. Many of them. As many as she would give him.
More than they might have together when working on her job.
He emptied his glass to kill that thought with the alcohol and set it back down on the bar.
“Where do you want to go?” She sipped her drink, a genuine smile playing on her lips and the fire back in her eyes. It sent a bolt of hot lust through him again and he grimaced and shifted on his seat, trying to get more comfortable as his jeans pinched his groin.
“My place.” It came out a little harder and more demanding, and definitely more hungry than he had intended.
Her eyes widened a fraction before narrowing on his and filling with dark desire that left him in no doubt she was thinking wicked things too, her mind leaping forwards to picture what awaited her at his place.
Owen ground his teeth and shot for professional. “We can discuss the job further there and you’ll be safe, off the radar of your male.”
“He’s not my male.” She leaned towards him and he leaned back, cursing himself when her smile faded and her gaze lost its heat and hunger. She bounced back, taking another swig of her drink and smiling again. “We can go to your place. I’m intrigued. I want to know what a hunter’s home looks like.”
Owen grimaced for a different reason as he pictured it in his head and realised he was about to make a heck of a poor impression.
He took a small silver glass vial from his bag, tipped half of the contents into his empty glass, and knocked it back. The alcohol haze instantly evaporated, leaving his head clear. He always had loved this particular elixir. Tipsy to sober in a heartbeat. A weapon that should be in any good hunter’s arsenal and one that had saved his life a few times. There were plenty of demons and fae out there who saw a drunk hunter and figured it was a good time to take them out of action. His little elixir solved that problem for him. One swift chug and he was fighting fit and it was the opportunistic non-human who was taken out of action by him.
He turned and looked over his left shoulder, along the bar, searching for Kyter. The sandy-haired shifter was nowhere to be seen but the big silver-haired male who worked behind the bar with Kyter noticed him and strolled towards him.
When the man reached him, Owen said, “Can we slip out the back?”
The bartender looked between him and Cait, a dark edge to his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest, causing the sleeves of his white shirt to stretch tight across his muscles. Owen had the feeling he was going to say no.
He turned to face the big shifter. “There’s a male harassing her.”
The bartender’s stormy eyes shifted back to her and lingered for a moment before he jerked his chin towards the opposite end of the bar and walked away.
Owen slipped from his stool, took hold of Cait’s wrist, and led her through the throng around the bar, using it as cover. He kept low and she did the same, skulking through the crowd behind him. Her other hand caught hold of his wrist as someone jostled her and he pulled her closer, looking back to check on her at the same time, fearing for a moment the male had come after her.
It was just the normal crush around the bar and the human man who had bumped her muttered an apology.
Owen stopped at the end of the bar and peered to his left through a gap in the people there, making sure that the huge male lurking in the shadows was looking in the wrong direction before he made a break for the dark door just beyond the bar where the silver-haired male waited for them.
The man opened the dark metal door in the black back wall of the club as they swiftly approached and closed it as soon as they were through.
The brightly lit cavernous pale room was a contrast to the loud dark main room of the club, quiet enough that Owen could hear his ears ringing from the assault of the music and could hear Cait breathing. She turned on the spot, taking everything in, from the doors that led off the large space to his right to the staircase against the left wall that led upwards. He headed straight for the exit near the foot of the stairs that would take them out into a narrow alley behind the club. His car was parked nearby.
Owen adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder and took hold of Cait’s arm again as he headed for the back door. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to exit the club this way, but normally it was because someone had decided to try to claim the glory of killing him. This was the first time he had left because of a job. It was also the first time he had left the club with a woman.
A woman he was intending to take back to his place.
Another first for him.
His father’s string of marriages after the death of Owen’s mother had led to Owen keeping a firm grip on his heart, never allowing anything to happen that might compromise it. Right at the top of the list of risks he wasn’t willing to take was bringing a woman back to his place. He looked back over his shoulder at Cait as he opened the emergency exit door.
She smiled at him, one that reached her blue eyes and set them alight again, restoring the confident woman who had caught his eye and had him enraptured.
Bringing her back to his home felt like a dangerous move. One liable to weaken the barriers he had constructed to stop himself from falling foul of the same pitfalls as his father.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say he had changed his mind and they should go somewhere else when she shifted closer to him, her other hand coming up in a protective gesture to hover over her chest. Her eyes darted both ways along the dark alley and he swore he felt her trembling beneath his fingers.
His need to take care of her roared back to the fore, vanquishing his fears, and he tugged her along the alley towards the quiet road at the end of it. He didn’t release her until he had dug his keys out of his bag, unlocked his small black hatchback, and had the door open for her. She thanked him with another electric smile that sent a thousand volts sparking along his nerve endings, setting them alight, and slipped into the passenger seat.
Owen closed the door, rounded the compact car and slid into the driver’s seat. He twisted at the waist and put his bag on the back seat, and then put the key into the ignition and started the car. The engine growled to life and he flicked the switch for the lights, checked the road and pulled out. He tugged his seatbelt on as he drove and glanced across at Cait.
“Buckle up.” He waited to see she was doing as instructed, tugging the slim black belt across her chest, before returning his focus to the road.
It was quiet, the night drawing on, making it easy going as he navigated the short journey deep into an affluent neighbourhood near the centre of London.
Cait’s eyes grew wider by the moment as she stared out of the windows, taking in the buildings. When he drove through large black wrought iron gates, her eyes shot impossibly wide and she looked across at him. He kept his eyes on the road, unwilling to field her silent question, slowing the car as he drove through the rows of beautiful pale townhouses.
He turned left down another side road where the biggest houses were located and pulled the car into a reserved parking spot outside his one. Cait was still staring at him. He turned the engine off, undid his seatbelt, gathered his bag, and stepped out of the car.
She followed him a moment later, her eyebrows pinned high on her forehead as she finally looked away from him, her gaze settling on the huge four storey Georgian townhouse behind him.
“What you pictured?” he said before locking the car and turning his back on her. He strode towards the short black iron gate, opened it and glanced over his shoulder at her.
She hurried towards him, her eyes flitting between him and the house.
It was too big for him.
He used the sum total of five rooms out of the possible fourteen.
“This is yours?” She spoke at last, her gaze on the white townhouse, slowly drifting up the height of it.
Bitten by a Hellcat is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the links, a fantastic 4 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bitten-by-a-hellcat-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:
- Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince
- Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
- Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
- Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
- Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
- Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
- Book 7: Taken by a Dragon – Coming March 10th 2015
Author Bio |
 Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: |
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