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'I’m on a dangerous mission with a sexy alien jaguar shifter warrior. The last thing I need is temptation. But his searing kiss unleashes my hidden desire.
'Jag: Like the rest of my band-of-brothers, my guns, fangs, and claws are for hire-but I have a reputation for caution. Pragmatism. Methodology. The Cap, Herc, relies on me for my prudence. But now, with the world collapsing around us and danger pressing in on every side, I'm crazy in lust with Aren, the leader of the Refugees. For the first time, caution seems over-rated.
'I don't know what the Hells is going on. Jaguarkin don't bond. We mate. Rut to produce offspring. Then move on. So why does this feel like more than that? I can't afford to allow a distraction in the form of one little human. One mysterious, desirable woman with the ability to rock my world. And, if I don't handle it right, rock all the worlds.
'Aren: My life has been dedicated to one mission: to kill my father. After that, I'll die, either in a Regime prison, or from my own pair-blade—fulfilling a promise to follow my dead husband, Tracin, to his grave. When Herc & Maya and the crew need someone to infiltrate the Regime army and steal a communicator they need to contact the Aaidarian government, I see my chance. Jag will go with me, pretending to be Tracin. Which means he'll need surgical alterations, and he won't be able to shift or his disguise will be revealed.
'And I'll have to have sex with him to ignite the blades. Shouldn't be too bad, right? A quick round in bed in exchange for a chance to finally see this through. Except, one touch from Jag sets my skin on fire. And I'm falling for him fast. How will I satisfy my Dragarian pair-blade's thirst for my blood if I'm bondmated with Jag?'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
