ZS – Marked by Love by Rosalie Redd

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Taurus – Ambitious, Honourable, Devoted

Marked by Love by Rosalie Redd

A male from her past…forever marked by love.

Rogue Panthera shifter Aramond scouts for enemies on the outskirts of the Keep’s territory, home to his daughter and her mate. While on the prowl he encounters a female from his past, one who etched an unstoppable ache deep in his soul. As she opens old wounds and another rogue male enters her life, Aramond must overcome his fears and set aside both their pasts if he is to win her heart.

Danae runs a safe house, offering sanctuary to Panthera warriors in need. She tends their wounds, offers up a good meal and a place to rest, but keeps them at arms-length to protect her battered spirit still healing after the death of her mate. When Aramond, the sexy loner who’d captured her heart long ago resurfaces in her life, it will take all her will-power not to give in to the burning desire he ignites in her soul.

date: May 9th 2017


“Aramond, please, remove your coat…and your shirt, so I can tend to your injuries.” Her words were tight, strained.

He did as she asked and slid the coat from his shoulders.

Her gaze flicked from his face to his chest as he gripped the edge of his T-shirt between his hands.

Primal and raw, his cat wanted to preen for her, and he forced himself to maintain his composure. With a quick tug, he ripped the material over his head. His skin screamed in protest, pain flickering over the open wounds, but it was worth it to see the look of appreciation in her eyes.

The shirt slipped to the floor. She motioned for him to sit.

He wrapped his fingers around the back of a chair and yanked. The feet scraped across the wood, echoing around the room. With a quick snap of his wrist, he flipped the chair around and straddled the seat, placing his arms along the chair’s back.

A quick intake of breath.

He peered over his shoulder.

Her brow furrowed with a worried crease. A rawness coated the back of his throat. If only she would care for him, but he was as unworthy of her now and he was then.

She took clipped strides, rushing to place her assortment of tools on the table. The tray clanked against the wood. She stood so close he could reach out and touch her.

His fingers twitched again, and he curled them into a fist.

“These are much worse than I imagined. How are you…” She pursed her lips, and he had the sudden urge to kiss them, feel the plump flesh, warm and inviting against his.

His gaze flicked to the mark on her throat. Faded, the twin scars were barely visible. He couldn’t stop the words as they tumbled from his mouth. “What happened to Dradon?”

She stiffened and her fingers tracked to the spot. “He’s dead.” She didn’t elaborate, but grabbed several cotton balls and a plastic bottle filled with a white liquid.

“That much I can discern on my own. How did he die—” He inhaled.

Gently, she pressed the wet cotton ball against his back. The astringent stung, burning along the wounds.

“The medicine will work quickly. Along with your Lemurian blood, you’ll be fine.” Her fingers, deft and nimble, worked their magic, stroking the cotton over his skin in long strokes. Despite the pain, her touch burned like fire, lighting him up on a whole different level. His inner cat purred, and he couldn’t stop the rumble in his chest.

She stilled, her hand on the small of his back. Before he could think about his actions, he flipped around in the chair, pulling her on top of him, her legs straddling his.

She squealed, and her hands landed on his chest.

The plastic bottle crashed against the floor, the fluid spilling from the spout.

He wrapped one arm around her waist. With his free hand, he brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her ear and toyed with the studs along her lobe. “Time away from you seems like an eternity, but I remember your touch like it was yesterday.”

About the Author

After finishing a rewarding career in finance and accounting, it was time for award-winning author Rosalie Redd to put away the spreadsheets and take out the word processor. She pens paranormal, science fiction, and fantasy romance in her office cave located in Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing.

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