Stalking Nayla: Timberon Cat, #4

By Yvette Hines

Nayla is being hunted. A group of men seek her brother and want to use her as a pawn, bait. Growing up, she learned fast that her brother took risks to provide for them. A social activist, Nayla has worked hard at keeping her life on the right side of wrong. The one night a year she give herself permission to step away from her staid existence to let loose and celebrate she ends up in the arms of a stranger. A man who claims to know her secrets.

She can’t believe any of the words the sexy, feral man spouts. There is only one thing she wants from the man, aid in finding her brother. However, her body is telling her different.

Shimar knew it was a risk to leave the Pride Lands but he felt like he was losing his mind. With too many of his cousins having taken on life-mates and wedding marches echoing through the lodge and surrounding woods, Shimar had to go. When he comes upon the most alluring woman he has ever scented, he is glad he followed the leading of his cat. Tracking the beauty, he discovers she is in trouble. Even as he tells himself to stay away, not to get involved, however, deep in his core he knows she is just not any woman. They have a connection far greater than he could even imagine.

Keeping her safe and finding her brother are straightforward tasks. The real challenge is convincing her that she was designed to be his mate for life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Romance Management, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519918567

Yvette Hines

USA Today Bestselling Author, Emma Award winning "Author of the Year" 2013. I’m just Yvette Hines. An erotica author who loves pleasurable hours between the sheets, whether it is a blended tale of interracial lovers, the clandestine bite and wicked passion of a paranormal lover or the sting of a commanding whip against tender flesh. Even better, make my day and toss in two gorgeously decadent men who only want to pleasure their woman. Oooh, yeah, now we’re talking. I write erotica because I love it. I’m a Scorpio, so I’m sensual by nature and that just makes me naughty. I’ve been penning erotic tales, on the hedonistic side of romance genre, since 2007. I’m married to my best friend. A guy who makes me laugh ‘til I can’t breathe. A man who steals my breath every time he walks into a room. I enjoy long walks on the beach... Well, I do, but really I love meeting readers, going to conferences, writing with my fellow authors in a coffee shop, attending BDSM events and Christmas. What do I write? Short and Sexy, Sensual Erotica. Yup, that’s me, SASSE Yvette Hines.

Book preview

Chapter One

People crowded around the entrance of one of the many clubs in downtown. Men had on their best slacks or jeans, while women were in the highest heels and shortest dresses. The dresses left no room for them to move without offering a glimpse of their lower ass cheeks. Not that he was complaining, or that any red-blooded male would. It was part of the reason he was downtown during the last few nights of spring—to catch a peek or two. He wasn’t a pervert, hell no. But, on nights like tonight he needed to be around the fairer sex. His body demanded it. Even though his family had forbidden it.

He had never been one to follow the rules to the letter of the law, always pushing the line as his father would say. This night was a perfect example. He was walking the fine line of danger. It was torture just being among the available crowd of women, heavily saturated in perfume and getting tipsy on alcohol. A number of them would not even hesitate if he invited them back to his cabin in the woods for a couple days of intense, body slamming sex.

But, that was a no-no even in his book of recklessness. Maybe in a week or so, once the rampant need had subsided, but not now. Sighing, he showed his identification to the bouncer at the door and allowed the pat down before he paid the attendant behind the counter for entrance to the city’s most popular club.

This was his first time at Echo. However, El Paso was three hours from Timberon, a lot closer than driving up north the four plus hours for him to get to his city. He worked for the state as a systems whiz. He wasn’t the typical nerd who spent their life closed off in a windowless room staring for hours into the glowing screen of a monitor, he understood that. Everything about him was different—physically, in attitude, and in other ways he could not explain to his co-workers.

Echo and many of the other clubs, bars, and restaurants were his world up north in Albuquerque when he was off the clock and wasn’t in Timberon for family meetings, weddings or off-spring birth celebrations as was happening of late. Damn, so many fucking weddings in the last two years it made his head spin. Even now, he had taken off a week from work as he did this time every year. He had his office believing it was a family holiday. More like a species tradition.

However, it was hard for him to concentrate out on the pride lands with so much mooning and couples running around through the woods. Even though their private cabins were spaced well apart around the main lodge, his sharp hearing would allow him to pick up on all the mating that would be happening soon. This year, he wasn’t planning to be out there. He’d done the proper thing by checking in with his parents and his grandfather, their Pride leader, but then he’d rabbited much to the chagrin of his dad.

"You are putting people at risk. You could injure someone." His father had taken hold of his arm keeping him from getting into his sports car.

"Dad, I’m not stupid. I can control myself." He kept his voice steady, attempting to reassure his father.

His father released him. It’s not you I have concerns with.

My cat.

Hey, big guy…want to dance?

A female drew his mind back to the present. Standing before him was a leggy blonde with large round eyes, attractive second only to her ample bosom. She was among a group of giggling ladies of multiple races, all eying him up and down as if he were a plated chocolate cheesecake. His cat preened within him.

Not at the moment. His cat dug its claws into his gut.

She pouted, shoving out her bottom lip. He was sure that sexy look trapped many college boys. It would have worked on him any other night, but not tonight. He was only here for the ambiance, not to partake. If he started with dancing, where some hot thing would be bouncing her breasts in his face, or bumping her ass and pelvis against his crotch in a dance, he would be lost. All his good intentions would go sailing out the window and he’d drag some girl into the bathroom for a stall fuck. However, that would just be the first sexual encounter of many. It could possibly end with him being arrested.

So, he’d keep his hands to himself.

What can I get you? The bartender shouted over the bass-filled music when took a seat at the end of the bar.

A vodka double.

Giving him a point, the bald black man reminded him of his cousin’s business partner Dwayne, another Amofeli. Both Kal and Dwayne were men he thought fondly of and were part of the reason he was away from the pride lands. Including Preston, his best friend and cousin. They’d all gotten married over the last three years and would be filling the woods with sounds of passion with their mates.

Leaning back against the wooden edge, he took a deep breath of all the cloying colognes, sweat and styling solutions. He was glad to be there.

A filled glass was set at his elbow. Turning, he pulled money out of his pocket and placed the bills down. They were quickly swiped up as the bartender slid a bottle of beer to another customer.

Relaxing on his stool he drank slowly of his vodka as he took in the pleasurable sight of the women rocking and rolling their bodies on the dance floor between men. The colorful lights flashing and rotating around the floor just made the view that much more appealing. He consumed the alcohol more for taste than for its effects. His genetics didn’t allow him to become intoxicated, he could have been drinking water for all its influence. But, in a place such as this holding a bottle of water brought too much question and he’d been taught young it was best to blend in.

All of the cloying fragrances in the air tickled his olfactory senses and gave him a buzz of arousal, but nothing more.

Then a scent caught his attention. It was subtle, which told him the person wasn’t anywhere close to his vicinity, but it still teased him and pulled his attention from the floor. Slowly, he moved his head from left to right, pausing frequently as he sniffed the air, trying to pinpoint the origin of the scent.

Ten minutes later his gaze settled on a woman standing at the back end of the dance floor. Her back was to him as she danced with a guy that he gave little consideration. It was all about her. She was in a short teal-blue dress. It was tight around the bodice and waist, but flared out loosely at her hips. It ended mid-thigh, a little longer than most of the women in the club. Not getting a glimpse of her ass cheeks like every other female in the place made him want to see under her clothing even more.

Focusing on her, he isolated what he smelled to her scent, deciphering her aroma over all others jockeying for attention as he inhaled deeply. Sweet yucca and pine!

It was her scent that captivated him even from across the room. Downing the vodka, he slammed the glass on the bar as he prowled the shadows at the edge of the room moving closer to her.

As he drew near, he pulled in another layer of her fragrance. It was familiar but he couldn’t put a label on it at this distance. He stood in the shadows and observed her. Her body curved in all the right places. Her ass anyway. She had her back to him as she swung her hips and moved her feet to the music.

It was apparent to him that she had rhythm, but compared to some of the other women on the dance floor, popping and dropping their bodies in the latest crazed moves, she kept her efforts sedate. Almost uncomfortable. Occasionally she tugged at the hem of her skirt as if ensuring it hadn’t risen to show her ass.

Not that he would have minded at all if it had, but she was more than safe with her length. He got the impression that she didn’t hang out in the clubs much. This was definitely the first time he’d ever seen her around. Her, he’d remember.

Taking in the view he could get, he allowed his gaze to travel her bare legs. Smooth and refined, holding a shine like fine china, her legs were toned. The soft brown complexion of the part of her skin he could see, legs, arms and upper back, made him imagine melted chocolate pouring along her body. He wanted to lick and savor every drop. Just this small glimpse was making him hard. His cock throbbed inside his pants as it pressed against his zipper. Thankfully, he was hidden deep in the shadows.

Finally she turned, facing him as she glided her hips back and