When the tiger meets his tamer, hot doesnt even scratch the surface. Soulgirls, Book 2Roseâtre takes one look at the white tigers that the stage manager has brought in to shake things up at the Midnight Mystery Lounge, and nearly has a heart attack. It doesnt matter that the beautiful creatures handler raises her pulse and makes her want to purr. The tigers are sure to recognize her—and arouse her need for the hunt. Pride outcast Anthony diNapoli wasnt expecting to encounter an Amazon princess when he brought his white tigers to the lounge. The lucrative show will go a long way toward securing his future, but not if he gives in to the urge to make her submit to his dominance, and claim her as his mate. No matter how desperately her body aches for the sun-kissed stranger and his completely lickable abs, Roseâtre is no mans prize.
