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As a Seer, Tabitha has always known the day would come when she’d have to face her destiny and succumb to her future mate, as only then would her powers fall fully under her command. Tradition dictates that Tabitha run, forcing her intended to prove his worth—and his desire. But it is the discovery that Tabitha is destined for two mates, creating a bond of three—unheard of among her people—that sends her running faster than she’d ever expected.
Gage and Lancaster have been chasing Tabitha for over a decade. Though sharing goes against their basest instincts, the primal urge to find and seduce Tabitha overrides any desire to fight between themselves. As Gage and Lancaster close in, Tabitha must face the truth—though her people may scorn a bond of three, there’s nothing on earth strong enough to destroy the chemistry and soul-deep longing Tabitha feels when she finally stands her ground and faces her men.
This book is quite the concept. Female seers having to run at the time of mating, and only the male hunters destined for them are able to catch them.
In Tabitha’s case she has been running and avoiding the hunters she is sure are her mates for ten years. They aren’t as patient this time around and apparently have formed an alliance.
This is a favorite scene when she trips their trap.
The whish of sound warned her, but not in enough time for her to dodge the net that snared her feet from the ground and whipped her into the air. The breath pushed out of her wheezing lungs and she gripped at the sides of the net, seeking some kind of stability as the whole thing waved back and forth between the trees.
A laugh sounded far below, and she craned her neck to try to see them in the dark. “Hey, Tabitha. You ran into a trap.”
She recognized Gage’s voice, even if she couldn’t see him lurking in the shadows. “Yeah, I noticed that. Don’t suppose you’d be a pal and cut me down?”
“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll let you down.” His amused tone confirmed both her visions and her supposition. The men were working together to catch her.
“We?” She asked the question aloud, as if she didn’t know Lancaster closed in on the clearing even as they spoke.
While Lancaster smelled of brandy and wicked pleasures best saved for the cover of night, the scent of Gage teased at her nostrils. As crisp as the white of his hair, Gage smelled of mint and the cold breath of frost from a snowy morning. The combination of the two males, both so obviously ready to mate based on the heady fragrance in the wind, left her a little dizzy and almost drunk on repressed passions.
“You knew we’d come for you.” His tone was a jagged shard of vocal power, meant to ready her body for his claiming. It took her a moment to scrape enough logic together past the shivers the sound caused on her skin to discern his meaning. When she did, her lips curled. Apparently, Gage wasn’t in the mood to play coy.
“Did it seriously take two of you to catch me?” Just because he was shoving power around like he had it to spare didn’t mean she wasn’t in the mood to play verbal banter.
“You knew it would be us. And since we both won you…” He let the sentence dangle and her nipples hardened in reaction. With one hand, she rubbed across them, hoping to lower her reaction and instead amplified her own need. Technically, since they’d both caught her, they could share her.
Men of their kind weren’t willing to share a mate, none she’d ever known of in all her travels. Too possessive, too dominant…they didn’t want someone else to touch their mate, certainly not for the remainder of their whole lives. Mates were for a lifetime and their lifetimes were longer than most creatures.
The idea of two men, though, had long fascinated Tabitha, even if it was taboo. She’d seen mortals in such relationships and something about the idea of being sandwiched between two men, their scents twined and both determined to please her caused a forbidden thrill. Not that she’d admit it. They’d have much power over her already as mate. No sense giving them big heads on top of it. “You have to admit, Gage, it’s pretty badass that it took two boys to take down one girl.”
“He doesn’t have to admit anything.” The rumble of sound echoed through the trees, laced with power and vibrating through his barrel of a chest. Still unable to see them, Tabitha didn’t have a problem imagining Lancaster below, speaking in his deep bass up at her. Huge shoulders, giant hands and a voice like a foghorn, Lancaster was as big as he was dark. Dark skin, dark hair and chocolate brown eyes—many other women wished for him to claim them. She’d seen her friends watching him, whispering, but he’d stayed as unclaimed as Tabitha as years rolled by.
Nelson, Virginia. Taming Tabitha (Bond of Three Book 1) (Kindle Locations 121-140). After Glows Publishing. Kindle Edition.
This book heats up to sizzling from here on out. Even as Tabitha has visions that leave questions about the future.
Be sure to hydrate as this book will have you panting and in need of a cold shower or a romp with your significant other.
I can’t wait for the next book to see how this tale evolves.
5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself.
When she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects.
Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue.
Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.