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Excerpt from Tamed by the Tiger by Kate Hill (from the Harmony™: Wicked Delights anthology) Available from New Concepts Publishing. "Miss Santangelo, forgive my intrusion but-" Raine let loose a scream loud enough to waken any zombie within ten miles. Grasping the butcher's knife that hung from a nail on the wall, she spun and found herself facing a tall, dark-skinned man with raven black hair that hung to his elbows. "Please, don't be alarmed. I mean no harm and only want to talk." "How the hell did you get in here?" A smile played around his full, rather sensual lips. If she'd met him under other circumstances, Raine would have been thrown by his stunning good looks. His face was angular but without the half-starved look common to many models and actors considered handsome in this modern age. Five o'clock shadow dusted his sturdy jaw, further accentuating his raw masculinity. Most fascinating of all were his eyes. They were large, wide set, slightly tilted at the corners and such gleaming black Raine was certain if she stepped closer she could see her reflection in them. "A funny question from a Succubus who spends her nights slipping unnoticed into men's beds." His voice was deep yet smooth as warm caramel. It poured over her, soothing, yet at the same time arousing. For a man such a voice was more than an asset, it was a weapon that drained a woman's strength, much like Raine used her Succubus physique to drain energy. "How do you know me?" Raine demanded, not liking this man's calm collectedness that bordered on arrogance. She stepped closer, the knife poised to attack. He stood his ground, his sleek body relaxed yet at the same time she felt the power radiating from him. If she struck, no doubt he would be ready. The question was, why hadn't he attacked yet? "I have come to discuss last night's attempt by your Wakened Veils to execute Rahul." A cold feeling swept through Raine. How did he know about the Veils? "You have many questions," he continued. "Please allow me time to explain." "I'm listening." "Perhaps you would like to clothe yourself first." His gaze swept her body in a manner that reminded her of how hungry she was. Actually, if he wasn't a damn intruder she wouldn't mind seeing exactly what was under that black tank top and those jeans that hugged every inch of his long, well-muscled legs. . . She shook her head slightly. This was crazy. He was an intruder in her house and she was thinking about screwing him until his eyes crossed. That's what she got for allowing the hunger to last for days. Her mother always warned her to feed at least every other night or there was no telling when or with whom her control would snap. "If you know I'm a Succubus then you also know a state of undress doesn't bother me," she sneered, not taking the knife from its defensive position. There was no way she was going to relax her guard until she heard more. "Move to the table slowly and sit. Now!" He did as she requested, his obsidian eyes never leaving her. Good lord, his every movement was like a smooth, masculine dance, so graceful yet powerful. He settled into the chair and placed his hands on the table, palms down. She sat across from him. "Who are you and what do you know about Rahul?" "I am Sanjay. I am Rahul's father and have come to ask your sisterhood to spare his life." "How do you know about the Wakened Veils?" "I knew your grandmother, Miss Santangelo." "Apparently you were on her good side, or you wouldn't be alive. Still, I can't believe she would disclose our secret to you." "I discovered the Wakened Veils by accident." "And she allowed you to live with this knowledge?" "She trusted my discretion." Raine curled her lip, her hand tightening on the knife. "If you really knew my grandmother then you would know she trusts no man." "Why don't you ask her? That is what I want. A meeting with her." "Why not go to her directly?" His eyes widened in an innocent gesture that roused her suspicion even more. One thing was for certain, no man who looked and talked like him was innocent. This was a master of seduction if she'd ever met one, surpassing any incubus or vampire she'd ever met. "Is this not the proper channel within your society? I must go through you before reaching her. And are you not the one in charge of my son's execution? You may stop it." "No, I may not," Raine said. "I don't have the power to overstep a decision made by the First Wraths." "But you can postpone it and arrange a meeting with them for me." He leaned closer, his expression even more intense. She thought she heard something resembling a growl rumbling deep in his chest. "You're the one who stole him last night, aren't you?" she asked. He nodded. "I am." "The black weretiger," she murmured. "You realize I could have destroyed your warriors, but I refrained." His attitude irked her, but he did have a point. "Why did you?" "Because it is against our ways to harm women. We serve our goddess and respect those made in her image. That is why I prefer to negotiate for my son's life-" "Your son does not share your respect! A woman suffered and died because of him. She will have her revenge." His brow furrowed. "I'm sure they both suffered over their separation, however that was her doing, not Rahul's. As for her unfortunate death, I do not see how my son is at fault. And she did not die. As you know she is now a vampire." "Her doing? Not his fault? He promised her eternal love then abandoned her, pregnant, so she was forced to marry somebody else. If it had not been for a vampire, she would have died in childbirth along with her son. Your grandson." Sanjay's hands curled into fists and he sat back in the chair, his broad chest expanding with a deep breath. He released it so slowly that Raine marveled at his control. Finally he said, "That cannot be true." "Why?" "Rahul told me he proposed to her and she refused, saying her parents had already arranged her marriage. The child she lost was her husband's, not my son's." Raine raised her eyes to heaven and shook her head. "Typical. One man lies, another man swears to it." A muscle twitched in his chiseled cheek. "My son is many things, but he is not a liar." "Says you." "What makes you so certain this woman is not lying?" "We have known her for over a century. She is one of us." "Then why did she take so long to seek him out for vengeance? Why did she wait until he is engaged to be married before asking your sisterhood to strike? Could it be for jealousy instead of revenge?" "I've heard all I care to. You have ten seconds to get out of my house before you regret coming here in the first place." They stood simultaneously and she thought he might actually obey her. One moment he stood across the table and the next he pinned her to the wall, one massive furred paw pressing to her throat, the other trapping her wrist until the knife dropped to the floor. His handsome face elongated, covered in gleaming black hair, something between tiger and man. "I will not harm you, but you must listen to me," he said, his voice deeper, more animalistic but no less beautiful. "Please."

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