Out Of Chances (Taken By The Panther, #2) - Plot & Excerpts
Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, her limbs sluggish and heavy, and the panther in the back of her head was growing restless. She wondered how long she’d slept. It didn’t feel like nearly long enough. Tension flowed into her body as her dreams came back to her—nightmare after nightmare about what had happened and, worse, what might happen next. The dream about ripping that nosy, snippy fox shifter limb from limb was the most pleasant of the bunch. And no matter whom it featured, when dismemberment counted as one of her better dreams, Tara would confidently label it a rough night. Reluctantly, she peeled her eyes open—only to find herself staring at the very well-defined contours of a handsome chest. Oh. She registered the pressure of the arms around her, the warmth of the long body—which was, she realized, wearing some kind of soft pants, which covered the leg that was nestled quite comfortably between her thighs. She was acutely aware that she was still wearing nothing at all.
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