Rescued Mate: Timberon Cat, #3

By Yvette Hines

While out on a run, Dwayne stumbles upon a wounded woman covered in blood and the stench of hyena, a vicious pack reportedly terrorizing campers. At his cabin, he discovers the woman is Marisol, the best friend to his business partner’s wife and his mate. Enraged that the rogue hyenas would harm something that belonged to him, Dwayne wants revenge. Over the last few months, Marisol has had one bad experience after another. Believing a little quiet time in nature is just what she needs, she never expected the feral men who attacked her or the intense passion towards her rescuer, Dwayne, an Amofeli male. Happiness never seems to last for her and when the hyenas return, demanding her, things get hairy fast. Running away has been Marisol’s companion for years and now she has to decide whether or not to flee or stay in the arms of the man who calls her mate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Romance Management, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519925268

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

The sons of bitches left her for dead. In a stooped position, Dwayne stared down at a woman lying on the ground covered in blood, mud and filth. She was sprawled out with her head turned to the side. Her tangled hair masked her face. The clothes still on her were in tatters. One entire pant leg had been shred from her along with the sneaker he was sure was supposed to be on her other foot. Resting in her open palm was a small branch with a jagged, broken end, a makeshift weapon.

What was she doing out here? It had rained for the last two days. He’d been happy to allow his inner cat the freedom to run in the early dawn light now that it had stopped. As an Amofeli male, he couldn’t tolerate being cooped indoors for long.

The stench of hyena was all over the woman before him and the nauseating smell made his stomach roll. The urge to throw-up assailed him so strongly he had to turn his head in order to gulp in large quantities of fresh air and compose himself. This woman needed his help.

Repelled, he braced himself to face her again. Reaching his hand out, he slipped two fingers below her matted hair and gingerly touched her neck.

Thank God she had a pulse. It beat steady and strong. Shifting her body gently, he felt around for broken bones or for blood running from anywhere. He didn’t find any broken bones, but he did locate a palm-sized rock below the side of her head. She would have a nice lump on her temple before the day was done.

Glancing at the sky, he saw the gray clouds were beginning to overtake them again. More rain was on its way. He had to move her.

Fortifying his gut he leaned in closer to her, so that he could maneuver his hands under her body. He worked one hand under her shoulder blades and the other beneath her knees and lifted her as he rose. He didn’t want to pull her in close to his body, because the disgusting odor of the wild hyena’s emanating from her body was making his head swim. The last thing he wanted was to get light headed and pass out making the woman’s injuries worse. The urge to protect her was more powerful than the revulsion of the hyena markings.

Get it together, Dwayne, he instructed himself.

Her weight was barely a hindrance to him as he began the short journey. She was long, but thin. Almost too thin. He normally liked women in his arms that were a little more meaty and curvaceous, but this time it wasn’t his choice. Heading back to his small cabin, he tunneled through the woods at a quick pace attempting to beat the rain and allowing the stench to waft passed his nose.

The return trip took longer than when he’d traveled the path out. Not only because he was carrying extra weight and had to watch every step he took not to slip in the slippery sludge coating the forest ground, but because he had been in cat form the first time.

Now, nude and lugging an injured woman, he prayed he wouldn’t come upon any hikers or families on camping trips. He would be able to disguise himself using his chameleon-like trait. However, it would appear strange for a woman to be floating in mid-air. With them not being joined intimately, he would not be able to camouflage her as well. The way she smelled now, that would not be a possibility.

It had begun to drizzle by the time he reached his