Desire Untamed (Feral Warriors Series #1)

Desire Untamed (Feral Warriors Series #1)

by Pamela Palmer
Desire Untamed (Feral Warriors Series #1)

Desire Untamed (Feral Warriors Series #1)

by Pamela Palmer


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From a New York Times–bestselling author, a paranormal romance between immortals offers “searing kisses . . . passionate interludes” and “an intriguing world” (Publishers Weekly)

Book 1 of Feral Warriors—an elite band of immortals who can change shape at will. Sworn to rid the world of evil, consumed by sorcery and seduction, their wild natures are primed for release. . . .

Kara MacAllister's quiet small-town life is transformed forever the night a powerful stranger rips her from her home, claiming she is the chosen one—the key to his survival.

Spiriting her away into the rain-soaked night, Lyon reveals a truth Kara can barely credit. She's immortal, and the only one who can save his race. And deep within her, he arouses a fierce, primal hunger beyond anything she's ever imagined.

But only when their lives are threatened by an ancient evil will Kara and Lyon realize they have found a love they would risk their immortal souls to claim . . . and a powerful desire that could never, ever be tamed.

“One of the most unique, inventive shapeshifter novels.” —Maggie Shayne, New York Times bestselling author of the Wings in the Night series

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061887659
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 08/18/2023
Series: Feral Warriors , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 385
Sales rank: 11,948
File size: 757 KB

About the Author

When New York Times bestselling author Pamela Palmer's initial career goal of captaining starships didn't pan out, she turned to engineering, satisfying her desire for adventure with books and daydreams, until finally succumbing to the need to create worlds of her own. Pamela lives and writes in the suburbs of Washington, D.C.

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Desire Untamed
A Feral Warriors Novel

Chapter One

One woman, in all the world, held the key to the survival of life on Earth. And they'd lost her.

The Therian race called her the Radiant, for it was through her that nature channeled the energy to their guardians, the Feral Warriors, enabling them to track and destroy the Daemon remnants, the draden, before they snuffed the life from Therians and humans alike. In return, the Feral Warriors protected the Radiant with their lives.

Which was damn hard to do when they didn't know where... or who... she was.

Lyon grimaced as he led his eight warriors along the dark, rocky trail high above the falls of the rugged and deadly Potomac River. Hell, they'd lost two Radiants. The old one to death. The new one, the one marked by the goddess to take her place, had never come forward. And the situation was growing dire.

The rocks felt cold beneath Lyon's bare feet as he left the trail and climbed down toward the goddess stone wearing nothing but a silk shirt and a pair of jeans. In his hands he carried two deadly switchblades in case of a draden attack. Below, the glow from the full moon tripped over the bounding water, shooting brilliant shards of light into the night air.

"What in the hell are we doing out here at 3:00 a.m.?" Jag's tone, as always, challenged.

Anger rumbled deep in Lyon's throat, the sound of an irritated lion. Which he was, down deep.

Jag had no use for any of them, and the feeling was more than mutual. Lyon cut his gaze toward the warrior, taking in the oh-so-familiar belligerence in Jag's eyes and the sneer forming on hiscynical mouth. In his camouflage pants and army green tee, Jag took his role of warrior a bit too literally. None of the Ferals had ever served a day in the United States military. As a rule, they stayed out of all things human.

"Cat got your tongue?" Jag prodded.

"What do you think we're doing out here at this hour? We're raising the power of the beasts." He leaped down to the path he sought, Jag close behind him.

"So you haul us out here in the middle of the night because you, mighty chief, couldn't do your job?"

Raw violence clawed at Lyon's self-control, his beast's instincts begging to rip the asshole's throat out. His control, battered by their increasingly critical situation, snapped. The tip of his fingers burned a moment before his claws sprang out. With a growl, he shifted both his blades to one hand while he whirled and sank the claws of his other in the man's neck as he slammed him against the rock.

Blood trickled down Jag's throat, but no fear flickered in his eyes, only a spark of malicious amusement that he'd pushed Lyon too far. Even if Lyon completely lost it, he'd be hard-pressed to do Jag any real damage. Physically, they were a match. Shape-shifters simply didn't break that easily.

What he longed for was a comeback to Jag's snide remarks, something to put the surly warrior in his place. The bitch of it was, he didn't have one. Jag was right. Lyon had failed to find their new Radiant. With a jerk and a snarl, he released the man and shoved himself away, sheathing his claws. Every muscle in his body vibrated with frustration as he climbed down to the goddess stone.

Within a couple of months of their old Radiant's death a Therian woman should have woken to find a mark upon her breast like a long-healed scar. Four-inch-long claw marks.

The mark of the chosen one.

It was Lyon's job to find her and get her ascended to her power, renewing and empowering all the Feral Warriors. As the finder, Lyon was the only one who possessed the ability—the senses—to seek her out. He'd waited, knowing the marking wouldn't happen immediately. But now too much time had passed. The only thing he could figure was that she was out of range of his human senses. Worse, his Feral strength had drained to the point he could no longer access his deeper, more primal power—the power of the beast that lived inside him.

Without an ascended Radiant to renew them, the Feral Warriors—the guardians of the Therian race and last of the true shape-shifters—grew weaker by the day. Except for the occasional show of claws, fangs, and animal eyes, they'd all lost the ability to shift. With each passing sunrise, Lyon's ability to find the woman diminished.

He had one chance left. Tonight.

Desire Untamed
A Feral Warriors Novel
. Copyright © by Pamela Palmer. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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