The black panther shifter Theron was dangerous. He was everything Emmie had been warned about. He oozed sex appeal and walked into her world with only one purpose. To mate with Emmie and then walk out of her life for good.
She knew better than to become his scratching post.
Touching him. Kissing him. Dreaming about him. It was all wrong. So why couldn't she shut him out of her mind? Or out of her heart?
Bad enough that he followed her from the city, but now Theron claimed he wanted to get to know her better. Perhaps even find a way to become a part of her life. No, this wasn't happening to her. She wasn't about to repeat history. No matter how his kisses set her alight, or set her body into a spiral of desire.
Feline shifters were dangerous, and Emmie wanted no part of him. Or did she?
