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I know that better than most. Since rejoining the Pride, I've made big decisions and even bigger mistakes: the kind paid for with innocent lives. As the first and only female enforcer, I have plenty to prove to my father, the Pride and myself. And with murdered toms turning up in our territory, I'm working harder than ever, though I always find the energy for a little after-hours recreation with Marc, my partner both on and off duty.

But not all my mistakes are behind me. We're ...

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Overview

I know that better than most. Since rejoining the Pride, I've made big decisions and even bigger mistakes: the kind paid for with innocent lives. As the first and only female enforcer, I have plenty to prove to my father, the Pride and myself. And with murdered toms turning up in our territory, I'm working harder than ever, though I always find the energy for a little after-hours recreation with Marc, my partner both on and off duty.

But not all my mistakes are behind me. We're beginning to suspect that the dead are connected to a rash of missing human women and that they can all be laid at my feet—two or four, take your pick. And one horrible indiscretion may yet cost me more than I can bear.…

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Werecat Faythe Sanders is an enforcer for her father's Pride of shapechangers. When several male "strays"-prideless werecats-turn up dead, Faythe and her brothers go on the prowl, unaware that their discoveries will bring to light some of Faythe's darkest secrets and threaten her life. The second installment of Vincent's urban fantasy series (after Stray) features a well-thought-out vision of werecat social structure as well as a heroine who insists on carving her own path, even if it means breaking some of her society's most sacred taboos. Some explicit sex and numerous scenes of violence may limit the appeal, but fans of urban fantasy should enjoy this title.


—Jackie Cassada
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778329145
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 2/1/2010
  • Series: Shifters Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 259,236
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Rachel Vincent loves good chocolate, comfortable jeans, and serial commas. She’s older than she looks and younger than she feels, but is convinced that for every day she spends writing, one more day will be added to her lifespan. Now absorbed in the dark, tangled loyalties of her UNBOUND world, as well as the travails of a teenage banshee in her SOUL SCREAMERS world, Rachel can be found online at www.rachelvincent.com or urbanfantasy.blogspot.com.

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"Catch and release, my ass!" Grunting, I shoved the stray facedown over the trunk of Marc's car, snatching back my free hand just in time to avoid his teeth as they snapped together. The bastard was half again my size, and thrashing like a…well, like a scared cat, determined to shred anything he could get his hands on—including me.

Several feet behind me, Marc watched, no doubt mentally noting every aspect of my performance so he could recreate it later for my father. So far, I hadn't given him much good to report.

Beating prowlers senseless to teach them a lesson was one thing; I'd easily mastered most of the common scare tactics. But this whole chase-them-down-and-haul-them-out approach? That was bullshit. Complete and total idiocy. What was my father thinking?

The only stroke of luck I'd had all evening was that the stray had fled to a deserted make-out spot on the outskirts of Dumas, Arkansas. If he'd headed toward the town lights instead of away from them, I'd never have caught him. I wouldn't even have tried. We couldn't risk human passersby seeing an average-size young woman like me haul around a man who outweighed me by at least forty pounds. And the truth was that if the stray had known how to fight, I probably couldn't have caught him.

Not that the capture had gone smoothly, even so. Marc had made no effort to help.

"Can you give me a hand, here?" I snapped at him over my shoulder, slamming the stray's head back down on the trunk as he twisted, trying to break free of my grasp.

Masculine laughter rang out from behind me, unaccompanied by footsteps. "You're doing just fine, querida."

"Don't…fucking…call…me…that," I growled through clenched jaws. With my free hand, I seized one of the trespasser's flailing arms and pinned it to the small of his back. His other hand escaped me, clawing grooves into the paint. Not that it made any difference on Marc's oft-abused car.

Marc laughed, unmoved by my threat.

Leaning forward, I draped myself across the intruder's back to hold him still. His heart pounded fiercely against the thin, shiny material of a red blouse I'd had no plans to fight in.

His free hand flailed, still out of reach. I squeezed the wrist I'd captured. His bones ground together. Howling in pain, he bucked beneath me. I held on, determined not to screw up my first solo capture. Not with Marc watching. He'd never let me live it down.

"Let me go, bitch," the stray growled, his words distorted with his face pressed into the car.

Behind me, Marc chuckled again. "I think he likes you, Faythe."

"Either help or shut up." With my free hand, I dug into my back pocket for my new handcuffs, fresh out of the package and still shiny. It was time to break them in.

metal clinked against metal as I opened the first cuff, and the stray's thrashing intensified. he threw his head back and tossed his free arm up at an awkward angle. his hand smashed into mine. My fist opened.

For one agonizing moment, the open half circle of metal dangled from my index finger, the other end swinging like a pendulum. Them the cuff slipped from my grasp and landed across the toe of my prisoner's left shoe. Tightening my grip on his wrist, I bent to grab it, hauling him backward in the process. He kicked out. The cuff sailed beneath the car, skidding across the gravel.

"Damn it!" So much for shiny and new. I jerked us both upright and slapped the back of the stray's head. He growled. Marc laughed. I barely held back a scream of frustration. This was not how my first catch-and-release was supposed to go.

Shoving aside my irritation, I slammed the stray back down on the trunk, but it was too late to regain the upper hand. I'd screwed up, and he'd rediscovered his balls.

Grunting, the stray threw his elbow back, into my left side. pain tore through my chest and abdomen. My breath escaped in a single, harsh puff. his arm slid through my fist, and I nearly lost my grip.

Screw this. He'd blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal&!151;my favorite way to play.

I sucked in a deep breath. Fire raced up my newly bruised side. I shifted my weight onto my left leg and slammed my right knee into his groin.

The stray made a single, pain-filled gulping sound, as if he were swallowing his own tongue. For a moment, I heard only Marc's steady breathing at my back and the crickets chirruping all around us. Then my prisoner screamed. He hit notes that would have made Steven Tyler wince.

Satisfied that he couldn't stand, much less run, I let him go. He crumpled to the ground at my feet, shrieking like a little girl.

"Well, that's certainly one way to do it." Marc stepped up to my side. He looked a little pale, and not just from the moonlight.

I smoothed more hair back from my face, eyeing the pathetic form on the gravel. "Give me your damn cuffs," I snapped at Marc, not the least bit ashamed of myself for dropping my opponent with a knee to the groin.

Marc pulled his own handcuffs from his back pocket. "Remind me not to piss you off," he said, dropping them into my open palm.

"You still need to be reminded?" Kneeling, I pulled the stray's arms behind his back and cuffed them. He was still whimpering when I hauled him up by his elbow and half dragged him to the passenger side of the car. At the door, I spun him around to face me. "What's your name?"

Instead of answering, he leered at the low neckline of my blouse. It wasn't the smartest or most original response, but it was a definite improvement over the guy who'd tried to take a taste. Still, I was in no mood to be ogled.At least, not by him.

I let my fist fly, and my knuckles smashed into his rib cage. His eyes went wide, and he clenched his jaw on an oof of pain.

"This is the last time I'll ask," I warned, focusing on his closed eyelids. "Then I'll just knock you out and call you Tom Doe. Your choice. Now, what's your fucking name?"

His eyes popped opened, staring into mine as if to determine how serious my threat was. Whatever he saw must have convinced him. "Dan Painter," he said, the end of his own name clipped short in anger.

"Mr. Painter." I nodded, satisfied that he was telling the truth, based on his expression and the steady, if quick, beat of his pulse. "To what do we owe the displeasure of your visit?"

His eyebrows rose in confusion.

I rolled my eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The wrinkles in his forehead smoothed out as comprehension spread across his face. "Just doin' my civic duty," he insisted. "Chasing a piece of ass, not that it matters now. Bitch gave me the slip."

Marc stepped forward. "That must have been some piece of ass, to tempt you into south-central territory."

Groaning inwardly, I held my tongue. It would have been poor form to yell at my partner in front of the prisoner. Again.

"You got no idea." The stray looked at Marc over my shoulder. "Or maybe you do." His eyes slid back to me, and I ground my teeth as his gaze traveled down my blouse and snug black slacks. "This one's kind of plain in the face, but she's got it where it counts, huh?"

I felt Marc tense just behind me, and heard his knuckles pop. He was forming a fist. But he was too late.

"Consider this your only warning to stay out of our territory." My fist flew in a beautiful right hook. My knuckles slammed into the stray's left cheek. His head snapped back and to the side. And for the second time in four minutes, he collapsed—this time unconscious.

Already flexing my bruised hand, I let him fall. What did I care if he scraped his face on the gravel? He was lucky I hadn't broken his cheekbone. At least, I didn't think I'd broken anything. Except possibly my own knuckles.

Behind me, Marc made a soft whistling sound, clearly impressed. "That's not standard procedure," he said, his tone entirely too reasonable as he leaned over the stray's body to open the back passenger-side door.

"Yeah, well, I'm not your standard enforcer." The rest of my father's employees had more respect for the rules than I had. They also had much more testosterone and two fewer ovaries. None of them really knew what to do with me.

Marc grinned, pulling my injured hand into the light from the car's interior bulb. "I won't argue with that." He tilted my wrist for a better view, and I winced. "It's not broken. We'll stop for some ice on the way to the free zone."

"And some coffee," I insisted, already dreading the hour-long drive east to the Arkansas-Mississippi border, where we would release Dan Painter in the free zone on the other side of the Mississippi River. "I need coffee."

"Of course." Bending, Marc grabbed the stray's shirt in his left hand and the waist of his jeans in the other. He picked up the unconscious werecat and tossed him headfirst onto the backseat. "That was one hell of a right hook." Marc produced a roll of duct tape, apparently from thin air. He tore off a long strip and wound it around Mr. Painter's ankles, then bent the stray's legs at the knees to get his feet into the car. "I don't remember your father teaching you that."

"He didn't."

Marc slammed the door and arched one eyebrow at me in question.

Smiling, I knelt to look beneath the car. "Ultimate Fighting Championship."

He nodded. "Impressive."

"I thought so." On my hands and knees in the gravel, I felt around beneath the car, searching for my handcuffs. I'd lost my first pair diving into the Red River in pursuit of a harmless but repeat offender a month earlier. If I came back without the new set, my father would have my hide. Or dock my paycheck.

My fingers scraped a clump of coarse grass growing through the rocks and skimmed over the rounded end of a broken bottle.

"Need some help?" Marc reached down to run one hand slowly over my hip.

I grinned at him over my shoulder. "You're not going to find anything there."

"That's what you think." His hand slid up my side as my fingers brushed a smooth arc of metal. I grabbed the cuff and backed out from under the car, and Marc pulled me to my feet. He turned me around to face him as I slid the cuff into my back pocket, then he pressed me against the side of the car.

"Let's take a break," he whispered, leaning in to brush my neck with his lips.

"Like you've been working," I said, but my hand reached automatically for his arm. My fingers brushed the lines of his triceps, my nails skimming the surface of his skin, raising goose bumps. I loved drawing a reaction from him. It gave me a sense of power, of control. And yet the feeling was mutual; I couldn't say no to him, and he knew it.

"So why don't you put me to work?" he purred against my ear, pressing closer to me. His fingers edged between me and the car, moving slowly to cup my rear, his grip firm and strong.

I leaned forward to give him better access. "Do we have time?"

"All the time in the world. Unless you have a curfew I don't know about."

"I'm grown, remember?"

"Oh, I remember." His tongue trailed lightly down the side of my neck, hesitating slightly at the four crescent-shaped scars, leaving a wet trail to be caressed by the warm September breeze. "You're very, very grown." His tongue resumed its course, flicking over my collarbone before diving into my cleavage. The sweet spot, he called it. With good reason.

"What about our unwilling guest?" My fingers trailed over his chest, feeling the hard planes through his T-shirt.

"He can find his own date." Marc's words were muffled against my skin, his breath hot on the upper curve of my breast.

"I'm serious." I pulled him back up to eye level. "What if he wakes up?"

"He'll be jealous." Marc leaned in to kiss me, but I put a hand on his chest. Breathing an impatient sigh, he glanced through the car window over my shoulder, then back up to meet my eyes. "He's out cold. Besides, we never have any privacy at the ranch, anyway, so what does it matter?"

Privacy. It had become our most precious commodity, and the supply was never enough to meet the demand in a house full of propriety-challenged werecats—noisy, overgrown children with supernatural hearing and no lives of their own. Marc was right: middle-of-nowhere Arkansas was about as private as we were going to get. Ever. For the rest of what passed for our lives.

I nodded, sliding my hands slowly beneath the front of his shirt. "Okay, but you'd better have a blanket in there." I tossed my head toward the trunk. "'Cause I'm not lying down on this gravel."

He frowned, and his nose met mine as he bent down for one more kiss. "Who said anything about lying—" his cell phone rang out from his hip pocket, just as his lips brushed mine "—down."

I smiled, not a bit surprised. Timing was everything, and in that regard, my father was a force to be reckoned with.

Marc stepped back, pulling the phone from his pocket, and my hands fell from his chest to rest on my hips. "Damn it, Greg," he muttered, glancing at the backlit screen.

"Tell him what we were about to do, and he'll probably leave us alone," I said, pulling open the front passenger-side door. Unlike most fathers, mine was…enthusiastic about my relationship with my boyfriend. So was my mother. They loved Marc as if he were a son, and would have done anything to make an honest couple of us, including gluing the ring to my finger. It was kind of creepy, if I stopped to think about it for too long.

"That's not a conversation I particularly enjoy having with your father." Marc scowled as the phone continued to ring. "And if I get one more tip from Michael, I'm going to throw him right through the living-room window, even if he is your brother."

I flinched. "He didn't."

Marc raised his eyebrows.

Damn. He did. Marc wouldn't have to kill Michael; I'd do it myself. I just could not make people understand that my private life was exactly that: private.

Smiling now, Marc pressed the on button and held his phone to his ear. "Hi, Greg. What's wrong?"

My father's reply came through loud and clear. "I just checked my messages and found something interesting. An anonymous call about a dead cat. I hope you have your shovel."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2008

    I Also Recommend:

    Follow-up fizzle

    Vincent's first book, Stray, was innovative and fresh. The concept of were-cats (panther-esque) was just different enough to capture my imagination. It is definitely worth a read.<BR/><BR/>This follow-up, however, was very disappointing. <BR/><BR/>The 'heroine' comes off as a spoiled, whiny 'rich kid' type. It is hard to have any sympathy for the plight she gets herself into. Maybe it is okay to have a main character that is lame, but the interaction between her and the other characters makes them all seem very, very shallow.<BR/><BR/>The intensity and anticipation of which romantic lead will the heroine end up with... is totally missing. She is with the same <written> rather pathetic and temperamental character. (He has very little depth, and always has the exact same predictable responses.) The 'spark' of romance is all but gone.<BR/><BR/>Finally, but most important: The story itself is not novel, and uses the first book as a total crutch. <BR/><BR/>If you read the first book, you'll wander what the point was of the second... to tie up some small lose ends in 300 pages instead of the 30 extra that might have been added to the first.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2008

    Fantastic!

    the twists in this book are great! i fully did not expect the ending. i would definatly recommend this book

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2008

    Intense

    Oh my gosh! This book is absolutely amazing! I loved the first one and couldnt wait for this one to come out. I finally saw it in the store and read it the entire night in order to finish it. I couldnt put it down and now am anticipating the next one!!! Hurry up I want it!! I would tell you what happens but that would ruin it for you, and I HIGHLY recommend it, very highly! So go out and buy it NOW or at least order it, you really dont want to miss out on this adventure!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 18, 2012

    Excellent Book!

    Excellent book which is packed with action. I could not put the book down. The author acquired and held my attention the whole time.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2011

    A slower pace this time

    This book did tie up some loose ends, but was a lot slower than the first book. I think this is still an integral part of the overall series.

    Faythe seems to be a character that slowly grows on you. The Pride always has to help her out of a tangled mess. This installment features the on-again, off-again relationship with Marc, Andrew - who no longer is simply a quiet college student, Luiz - who makes a nasty return, and a multitude of missing strip club dancers.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2008

    RAWR!!!

    Stray was completely smashing and I freaking loved it, but I was a little dissapointed when I read Rogue, although Rachel was brillait and she had something really good going the book spoke for it self I picked it up the first day it came out, my hands were literally shaking and my cousin had to slap me a couple of times I even asked her if I had died, I know a little dramatic but I was so excited. Now I'm kind of a little dissapointed but still I'm keeping alot of faith in Rachel I still can't wait for the next book in the series comes out. Get typing Rachel and don't forget to bring out the claws ]]

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2014

    Much better

    The series definitely gets better

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2013

    Jordan to rogues

    Meet here.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2013

    enjoyed it!

    enjoyed it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2012

    I really I really love this series!

    I really love this series and it's characters. But sometines I feel like Faythe is too stupid for her own good. I feel like she needs to just accept her responsibilities to the pack because she doesnt have many more options.

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  • Posted February 6, 2012

    this series rocks!! don't miss it!

    I've read this entire series now (6 books total) and I couldn't put them down! Excellent read! The action is non stop. Would make a great movie.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2011

    Amazing!

    Very good book Rachel Vincent has majic fingers!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2011

    AAAAAMAZING!!!!

    Seriously one of the best series I've had the pleasure of reading!!!

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  • Posted November 2, 2011

    Great read

    Had a blast reading love the story, would change a couple of things in the series but all and all is great, I got all the bboks and I love them, get the series it is great..!!! <3

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  • Posted October 31, 2011

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    Great follow up of Stray

    Where Stray almost scared me off, Rogue reeled me in. Our little girl Faythe seems like she has finally grown up some and started taking responsibility for her actions. She is acting more her role as being not only an enforcer but possibly one day taking over as alpha. Apparently, what happened in Stray really brought her life into perspective and opened her eyes some. Now that isn't saying that she isn't still a little immature but it is manageable where as in Stray I wanted to reach through the book and choke her sometimes.

    Marc and Faythe start out strong in this book and I couldn't be happier. I really liked Marc from the first book. In this book Marc opens up about being scratched and turned. Faythe asks him what the first thing that he remembered after he woke up from being scratched and Marc says "You. I woke up and saw you standing in the doorway staring at me with these huge green eyes. You had a headless doll under one arm, and dirt smeared across your forehead. And all I could think about was what a beautiful child you were." If that isn't aw worthy than I don't know what is. Marc really stepped up higher in my book at least. There were a few vulnerable moments shared between him and Faythe that really showed you a little bit more about him.

    I also liked the story line in this book. You get more closure in this book from the whole tabby kidnapping incident that took place in Stray. There are also a couple of twists along the way that make the story more interesting. I won't give anything away but players in the book are swapped, news ones come into play and others leave.

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  • Posted September 20, 2011

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    Awesome

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  • Posted August 29, 2011

    This book

    Definately as good as the first. Im good at guessing what happens, but this story got me more than once! Surely recommend this read.

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  • Posted July 25, 2011

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    Even Better!!

    Although I enjoyed the first book, I liked this one even more! The plot was more well-rounded and the storyline progressed nicely. If you like paranormal romances, this is a fun series to try... the characters are witty and interesting, and the werecat concept is something I've not seen quite the same way elsewhere. If you like this series, you will probably also like "Full Moon Rising" by Keri Arthur, "Dead Witch Walking" by Kim Harrison, "Moon Called" by Patricia Briggs, "Grimspace" by Ann Aguirre, and "Magic to the Bone" by Devon Monk.

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  • Posted July 18, 2011

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    Hooked...

    LOVE THE ENTIRE SERIES!! WISH THERE WERE MORE!!

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  • Posted June 13, 2011

    Interesting

    Probably my least favorite Shifters but still a good read. I like the book a lot but some of the events made me upset.

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