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The Jaguar's Consort by Aliyah Burke

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Sometimes you're more than just a mate...

The Jaguar's Consort

by
Aliyah Burke

USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author

@AliyahBurke96

Lando Vargas has known since he was a boy who his mate is to be and he waited for her to grow up. While Selena Rowe remembers the boy he was, she's unsure about what he's telling her in regards to their future together. In fact, what he's talking about has just been fairytales in her mind.
He convinces her to come for a visit in Brazil, with her friends, to give him a chance to prove it all. She won't deny the intense physical attraction between them, however, she doesn't want to give up her own life. What will it take for her to accept her role as the jaguar's consort?

She yawned. “I swear I just went to bed. So, what is it that has you here at my door three times in less than a day. It can’t be my parents they’re…” She cleared her throat. “…Not on this continent.”

Her pulse kicked up and he couldn’t miss the tinge of anger lining her tone. Interesting. A mystery to solve later on for sure. “I told you. I came here for you.”

“And I’m pretty sure I told you that makes you sound stalkerish. So since I’m exhausted and have a busy day today, you tell me and move along, so I can start my day way earlier than I had intended.”

“Sarcasm is sexy on you.”

She blinked twice and rolled her eyes. “You have sixty seconds to start talking.”

“What happened to the happy woman who was here last night?” His palms itched to touch her again. Appease that hunger within him.

“She has a hangover and is exhausted. But hey, let’s expect me to be cheerful.”

“Perhaps you should eat something.”

“I had planned on it. You know, when I woke up hours from now.”

“I’ll make you something.” He moved to her kitchen, shrugging out of his jacket and laying it over the back of a chair. “Give me a few minutes.” Lando had no problem cooking for her. Hell, he’d be fine taking care of her for the rest of their lives. She just had to come with him back to Brazil.

“Of course,” she stated drily. “I’m so used to hot men walking into my place and offering to cook me breakfast.”

He paused in his search of her fridge. Angling his head, so he could meet her eyes, he cocked an eyebrow. “Hot? Glad you think so.”

“Of course, that’s what you would pick out of that statement.”

“It’s the most important.”

She smiled, eliciting another purr from his beast. And himself.

Selena tugged up the shoulder on her shirt, covering the bared skin as she made her way to one of the chairs around the kitchen table. “What is it I can do for you, Mr. Vargas?”

“You have nothing in here,” he said, not answering her question. “Why don’t you have food in your fridge?”

“I just got back from a trip and haven’t been shopping.”

Okay, she had a valid point.

The scrape of her chair was his only warning she’d moved close. When he turned, she was there. Right up against him. Tempting him. Daring him.

Gods help him, he wanted nothing more than to sink his hands in her curls, haul her close and kiss her. When she was putty in his arms, he wanted to strip her clothing, and lick her from top to bottom. For starters.

“I’ve not seen you in years. Why are you here?”

“I came to bring you home.”

“I am home. This is where I live. This is where I work.”

“But not where you belong.” He cupped the back of her neck, the connection of their skin awaking everything within him. The electricity flowed from her to him and back again. “You know I’m right. You feel it, with nothing more than a simple touch to your neck. The urge, the need for more. To take off your clothes and rub against me.” He lowered his head, so it nearly touched hers.

How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?

I’ve been writing for over ten years now. For me it began in college when the voices wouldn’t shut up in my head. They were driving me to distraction and it was hard to focus on my major until I gave them their own attention. Now they just demand all the time *grin*

How did you come up with this storyline?

Not really sure, the story took me on the journey. I’m a pantzer for sure. I don’t plot out my stories, they take me where they want to go. Since it was a short (at least for me) it was a bit harder and I had to do a bit more reining in however, when I was first thinking about it, they were going to end up in the States. That didn’t happen.

What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?

For me the worst would be my nerves on release day. I’ve done a bunch of releases and I’m still horribly nervous as I was for my first one. I’m back to that “Oh this is nothing but crap” feeling and it doesn’t go away for a while.

The best, easy, I get to play in worlds that are far from reality as I want them to be. I’m surrounded by happily every afters. And to me, especially now in this day and age, it’s much more pleasant for me to be there.

What inspires you to write?

I guess I don’t think of it as being inspired, the world is full of storylines if you take the time to look around you. It’s a need for me, if that makes sense, it calms me down, putting words to paper, and yes, I still use a notebook and pen. Happily. Some I put directly into the computer but most of my books I hand write first. It’s soothing, to create.

How did you conduct your research for **The Jaguar's Consort**?

For The Jaguar’s Consort, I spent some time researching extinct big cats, jaguars and leopards more precisely. Found the region I wanted my book around, given I knew how the hero and heroine met, then branched out from there.

What are 3 of your favorite quotes from **The Jaguar's Consort**?

“One…by your answer just now and two, you seem a bit too untamed to be from Miami.”

***

Lando licked his lips and counted down the seconds until he could lick hers.

***

Do people call the men in the little ‘I love myself’ coats when you tell them this line?

***

Yes, these would be three of my faves. I had a lot of fun writing this book.

What would your friends say is your best quality?

Can’t speak for my friends, but I would hope it was that I’m there for them whenever they need me.

Are reader reviews important to you? Why?

Of course, reviews (constructive ones) can provide us with insight on how people are taking our creations. I appreciate each and every person who leaves one for my stories.

What do you do when you don’t write? Like in “Real Life” Real life? I work about 60hrs a week outside the house as well. We have dogs that I race, course, and show. We also do therapy work so typically once a week or so I have a dog at a hospital, school, hospice, or something of the sort. We’ve also done private visits to homebound people. Oh, and I try to read. Like this year, I took the Goodreads challenge and said I could do 100 books this year. Gonna be interesting but I’m determined.

Tell us about your other books?

I write across genres, historical, paranormal, and contemporary. Most of my books are interracial/multicultural and tend to have some aspect of military in them. They all don’t but it is one of my favorite things to write about, military.

If you could share one thing about yourself that you would like readers to know what would it be?

While I am horribly shy I love talking/emailing with readers. I will answer each email personally, and it may take me a bit longer than those who have PA’s but I feel it’s important for that to be a personal touch that doesn’t go away.

Thank you so much for hanging out with me today! I had a lovely time. Thank you for the support of my writing.

Happy reading y’all!

~Aliyah Burke

Aliyah Burke is an avid reader and is never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached via her contact form. She can also be found on Facebook, Twitter, or Pinterest. Instagram, Bookbub, Amazon Author page and of course her website.

She is married to a career military man. They are happily owned by four Borzoi. She spends her days sharing time between work, writing, and dog training.

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Chapter One

A picture, they say, is worth a thousand words; except, of course when it isn’t. Tom Collins, the top photographer for National Geographic last year made better than a million dollars. That averages out to about two thousand dollars per usable picture he took. Pierre Marcoullier over at Vogue brought in something comparable. These guys are artists and adventurers at the top of their field, but they’d be the first to tell you that the value in a picture has to do with a lot more than lighting and shadow and perspective. A photo of your dead grandfather at his eightieth birthday might not even make the local newspaper, but if it’s one of only a few photos that exist of the man because he was shy, then for your family it’s literally priceless. Likewise, some of the classic photos that we have of historical figures or events are of really poor quality, but because they record something that’s part of our collective history, Lincoln at Gettysburg, say, or the “Tank Man” at Tiananmen Square, they’re worth more than money can buy. Most photos, though, literally 99.9% of those ever taken are not worth anything on their own, either based on artistic merit or historical significance. But in the hands of the right marketer and designer, they’re solid gold.

That’s what I do—I deploy photographs for advertising purposes at a major Manhattan marketing firm. Most of the photos I wind up using are not taken by professionals, or at least no one more professional than might have taken your senior picture; they’re uploaded to PBase or Flickr or any of a couple hundred other image databases, and if they’re copyrighted then we pay twenty-five or fifty or a hundred bucks a pic. But then, with a little careful editing and some clever design work, that picture helps to make my clients millions. Of course, we do use some professional photographers, and if I can’t find just the right image after hours of looking I might commission a shoot or take a few shots myself, but most of what I do is look at what other people have done and imagine how it can be used for some purpose they could never have dreamed of when they did it.

That is, I suppose, why at Christmastime last year my grandma gave me the scrapbook. Now I know what you’re thinking and I was too, I’m about as far away from a scrapbooking grandmother as they come, but Grandma had something of the artist’s eye and the marketer’s spirit in her too—she’d designed the endcaps and window displays at Gimbel’s for years—and she understood, at least in principle, what it was I was trying to do. So, after the regular family gift exchange, and the obligatory large meal, while most everyone else was catching an afternoon nap, she called me into her bedroom.

“Kelly,” she said, patting the bed beside her and speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve got something else for you, but I didn’t want to do it in front of the rest of the family.”

I nodded my head and closed the door, then darted over to the bed with perhaps just a little too much glee.

“What is it, Gran?” She’d done things like this before, but it was mostly concerning my quirky sense of fashion or what my painfully conventional mother had always called an “artistic temperament”.

She held out a bundle wrapped in old butcher paper and tied up with twine. I looked at her skittishly and rolled my eyes but she just smirked and waved for me to open it up. Inside was, as I said, a scrapbook; well, I suppose it was something like a pre-scrapbook. It was a simple leather-bound journal, obviously with some age on it, and I could see from the way the pages bulged that there were photos pasted or clipped or taped inside. I looked at her again asking a question with my eyes, and she answered in kind, indicating I should open it up.

Inside the front page sat a single photo, centered more or less perfectly, and clearly pasted to the paper. It showed a simple little cottage which had clearly been built in two sections; the roof over one side appeared to be thatch, the other was corrugated iron. Standing out front were three young women: the eldest appeared to be about sixteen, while the others were probably fourteen and twelve. The younger girls were in plain dresses, probably homemade; one had a kerchief on her head, and the other had taken it off and tied it around her neck. Between the two, her arms around their shoulders was the eldest girl, looking very mature in a skirt-suit and hat, her hair stylishly done beneath and a prim little purse in one hand hanging off of the younger girl’s shoulder. Beneath was a caption which in neat, handwritten cursive simply read, “Leaving Home, 1945” and beneath it, “Clifden, Co. Galway, Ireland”.

“That was the day I left home,” she said. “I actually added that one later, after your Aunt Mickaela sent the photo by post. International mail used to take ages back in those days.”

I nodded my head absently as I turned the page. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

There’s a famous picture of a sailor kissing a nurse out in front of Radio City Music Hall on V-J Day. It’s iconic and is shown in most World War II documentaries and such. Like a lot of the photos I mentioned before, it’s artistic value is questionable: the couple are slightly off-center, his hand is obscuring almost all of her face, it’s not clear if she’s really into it (she wasn’t as it turned out, but his enthusiasm was probably understandable); but it captured a moment in history unlike any other, and the enthusiasm on the sailor’s face is attractive to us still today, so it seems to work.

Sitting there, on the second page of my grandma’s old scrapbook was the Irish version of that same image. They were out in front of a Dunne’s Department Store, I thought I might’ve even recognized it from my trips back home with Gran. The man was wearing a British military uniform, but that wasn’t unusual given Irish neutrality during the war. The woman was not wearing a nurse’s uniform, but in fact the same skirt-suit as in the previous picture. And the most startling thing of all was not that she was kissing a man just back from the war, nor even that the man wasn’t may grandad (he had fought but was already living over here), but that she was doing the kissing.

“Gran!” I cried out in a stage whisper. “Who is this?”

She giggled to herself. “I haven’t the foggiest idea! I didn’t at the time either. But when I arrived at the port at Cobh to take my passage to America, there was a ship arriving with soldiers left to help clean up in France after the war. Most had been gone for three or four years; many had families waiting for them, everyone was kissing, and I saw this poor fella all by his lonesome, and I figured he deserved at least as warm a homecoming as the rest.” She flushed slightly.

I looked back and forth between her and the picture. “But where did you get this one from? Surely your sisters didn’t send this too”

“Ah, Gawd no!” She laughed to herself. “No, I went off to Cobh by myself; mother said it would be easier that way. No, I found this in a back copy of the Irish Times they were using to wrap fish and chips at the AOH Hall where I met your Granddad.”

I laughed, beginning to flip through the book more generally. “Hang on here, Gran,” I said. “The captions stop.”

Now the real grin came out. I knew when she got that twinkle in her eye that she was up to something, and she could barely suppress her delight.

“That’s the whole point. At first I was going to try and document my journey to America, how I made my life here, and how I built my family. But then, after I saw that picture in the old newspaper, I saw how my life could have been different. So I started collecting pictures that didn’t fit; any shot that showed a turning point or time where life went one way but could have gone another. And when your Granddad or the kids would drive me too nuts, or the work at Gimbel’s would just seem too much, I’d pull this out and indulge in a little fantasizing.”

“And what did Grandpa think of all this?”

She chuckled to herself. “He never knew.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

She bobbed her head like a doll on a dashboard. “Absolutely. I kept no other secrets from your grandad. I was faithful to him for more than sixty years. But to keep the peace in our relationship I kept this scrapbook and every couple of months I’d pull this out and spend an afternoon just…imagining.”

I was moved, not only by the gift but by her trust in me. Impulsively I leaned forward and hugged her tight. She grunted slightly.

“Thank you, Gran.” I let her go and sat back. I looked down at the book. “What do you want me to do with it? Add my own pictures?”

Gran shook her head. “Of course not. Do what you do?”

“What I do?”

“What is it you call it?” She gave me that smirk again. “Deploy the pictures?”

“You want me to use them in ads?”

“If you can make any money off of them, then they’ll have done us both some good. If not, at least use them as I did, to imagine…other things.” Her voice lilted at the end and we laughed over it together.

I reached forward and hugged her again. This time, as we released, she leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Dearie.”

“I love you too, Gran.”

And that was the last time we ever spoke. She was dead by the New Year.

The Author

Sitting in a chair, at a desk with headphones on, typing away...

That’s where you’ll find Sybil Shae most days. She loses track of time and reality as she dives into her romance world, becoming one with her characters and growing with them as they appear through words on the tablet screen in concert with the imagery of a fool’s paradise we all visit in our dreams.

Sybil Shae writes romance, both spicy romance reads and clean reads. She feels it, breathes it, and has built her world around it. Love is at the center of all things.

Welcome to Sybil’s world.

Sybil Shae DOES NOT write Erotica by any means, even the Spicy parts aren't as spicy as most others on the market. She writes with Love as the central plot rather than adult content.

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When Death Steps In...

Chicks Dig Scars

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Kathleen Grieve

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When death steps in...

Committed and compassionate intensive care nurse, Rachel O'Dea will do anything to save her patients. But when she loses a kind and loving man whom she forged a fatherly relationship with, Rachel unravels.

...or so everyone thinks.

The calm and soothing voices Rachel hears and the apparitions she sees are of the deceased man and his late wife as they navigate and persuade her to make important choices in her life, leading her right where she's supposed to be.

Free clinic doctor, Devon Jameson, needs more hands on deck. He can't possibly handle all the medical cases alone. When Rachel walks in, volunteering her services, he knows he has no choice other than to take her on board as she proves her worth when a pediatric trauma is left on his doorstep and there’s no one else to assist. As the two begin working together, their lives intertwine and the attraction intensifies. Scarred deeply by their past and their pain, Rachel and Devon begin a future only angels could predict.

Rachel walked over to the young Latino woman and waited for her to open the glass before speaking. “Hi, I’m here to see Dr. Jameson.”

“The doctor is busy,” she said pushing a clipboard forward. “Fill this out and I’ll call your name when it’s your turn,” she said in heavily accented English, and turned her attention back to her nails.

“Sorry, no,” Rachel said. “You misunderstand.” She glanced at the woman’s nametag. “Maria, I’m not here for an appointment. I’m, er, a friend of Dr. Jameson’s.” The lie poured off her tongue and she gripped the shoulder strap of her purse praying she wouldn’t be sent away.

Maria’s hand stilled and she lifted a brow. “The doctor has no friends.” The clinic’s phone began to ring, but she ignored it.

Gee, I wonder why almost spilled from Rachel’s mouth but she caught herself just in time. Not for the first time she wondered how Seamus had spawned the devil himself.

“Maria,” Devon’s harsh voice yelled out. “Answer that damn phone already.”

“I’m busy,” Maria replied sweetly, loud enough to be heard in the back. She glanced at Rachel. A sly smile curved her lips. “Talking to your friend.”

“I don’t have any friends,” he said coming around the corner.

“See?” Maria said with a careless shrug, going back to her nails once more. “I told you.”

Awesome. Just fucking awesome. Rachel wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Get lost in the Sahara Desert with no water in 150 degree heat. Or be left in shark-infested waters with no life raft. Be anywhere but here. You owe me, Seamus.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I… ah,” Rachel cleared her throat. Fuck my life. Why had she let Seamus talk her into this again? Oh yes. He didn’t want his body in a cold steel box. If what the ghost had said was true and he wasn’t just her overactive imagination playing tricks on her. Damn it. Devon was going to see reason. She steeled her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I need to talk to you.” She glanced at Maria. “In private,” she added.

“You knock her up or something, Doc? Cuz there’s only one reason a woman comes in here looking that way. Like she’s going to tell you about the little bun in her oven.”

“What? No!” Rachel and Devon said in unison.

The horror Rachel felt must’ve been written all over her face, because Devon scowled and Maria just laughed. Heat flamed Rachel’s cheeks.

“You get five minutes,” he said harshly and turned on his heal.

Maria motioned with her nail file. “Go through that door, chica. Turn left and you’ll find the doctor. Good luck,” she said with a wink. “I hope it’s a girl. Another boy with that man’s temper? No bueno.” She tsked.

Hi, I’m Kathleen and I’m going to be your nurse tonight. How are you feeling—Oh! Oops! Wrong job, LOL. I really do need to remember to try and delete “Oops” from my vocabulary. Doesn’t really inspire confidence in a patient when that word pops out of my mouth—which is way too often. J I am so very happy to be here. Thank you for the invitation to get out of my scrubs and chill for a bit.

How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?

I was first published back in 2008, but I’ve always written stories.

How did you come up with this storyline?

Ha! I was just talking about this tonight at work. I’d actually started this manuscript back in 2007 and shelved it. The idea had originally came on a night where one of my patients had passed away. I can’t remember if we had coded him or if it was a case where we withdrew care.

When a patient dies, we remove all the invasive lines and tubes, bathe the body, put glasses and dentures in place and then bag the body for the morgue. I don’t know if anyone has ever seen a dead body up close—and I’m not talking about a viewing in a mortuary where the person looks like they’re sleeping.

Well on this particular night as I was going about doing post mortem care and my mind started with the “what if” questions. I couldn’t get the patient’s mouth to close around his dentures and they kept sliding out. So then I’m wondering What if he is standing beside me as I’m doing this watching me and shaking his head at my failure to get the dentures in place properly? What if I could actually see and talk to him and he gave me advice? What if I saw his ghost and just freaked the F—ck out? LOL

What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?

Some of the best aspects of writing is all the really great friendships I’ve made over the years. I’ve learned so much and have grown tremendously as a writer thanks to the support of the writing community and am so grateful.

The worst aspect… probably all of the promotional work that goes into a book release. Trying to get the word spread about your book is really hard. There are so many great authors out there and standing up and shouting to the world “Read Mine!!!” seems a bit ridiculous. LOL But I’m learning…

What inspires you to write?

Working critical care can be extremely depressing. Helping people who suffer with horrendous illnesses or have been involved in tragic accidents can chip away at a person’s spirit. I love happily ever afters—who doesn’t? Writing is a wonderful escape for me.

How did you conduct your research for Chicks Dig Scars?

I’ve been a nurse for 23 years, so you can say I’ve been “researching” all of my adult life!

What are 3 of your favorite quotes from Chicks Dig Scars?

Maybe this whole I’m your dead patient and I’m going to haunt you thing is growing on me.

“Christ, I’m losing my mind. I’m yelling at a dead man.”

“There’s sex in the afterlife?”

Any more Favorites from Chicks Dig Scars?

Yes! The scene where Devon’s receptionist thinks Rachel is knocked up. See below:

“Go through that door, chica. Turn left and you’ll find the doctor. Good luck,” she said with a wink. “I hope it’s a girl. Another boy with that man’s temper? No bueno.” She tsked.

“I’m not pregnant!” Rachel insisted.

What would your friends say is your best quality?

That I have a lot of drive...

Are reader reviews important to you? Why?

Important? Hmmm… I do love hearing from readers, but I don’t write for the reviews. I write for me.

What do you do when you don’t write? Like in “Real Life”

Work. I have four kids to get through college. Two are in college and 3^rd kiddo starts in the fall. When I’m off, my husband and I have season baseball and football tickets, go to concerts, I bake—of course—and there’s lots of mandatory education required for my job as a flight nurse.

Tell us about your other books?

Besides Chicks Dig Scars, I currently have 4 titles available: The first two books of my Dating Series~Dating 911 & Dating Impossible; The Doctor’s Deception; Sex Is The Best Medicine, and Diary of A Naughty Nurse. All of these are contemporary romances with action packed medical drama, humor and

steamy enough to fog your glasses!

Full time nurse, amateur cake baker, writer, and zombie obsessed, Kathleen draws a lot from the real-life medical drama she experiences as a RN for her novels. Writing romance is a creative outlet where she can effectively deal with the daily stress and sorrow, adding levity and humor to situations that provide a happily ever after when there isn't one. She has recently discovered the fantastic world of air ambulance after 20+ years of working critical care in the hospital and relishes her role as a flight nurse!