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  MY DETERMINED SUITOR

  Shelley Munro

  Middlemarch Shifters, book 7

  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Bonus Chapter

  Author’s Note

  Excerpt – My Cat Burglar

  About Shelley

  Other Works by Shelley

  Copyright Page

  Introduction

  Every woman has sexual needs. Lana Sinclair, feline shapeshifter and widow, is more than ready for a fun night with a likeminded male. Hot lovin’ is compulsory because she’s determined to scratch the itch that’s driving her crazy. This time, career-girl Lana is picking a malleable male who won’t try to corral her into the housewife role.

  Fellow shifter Duncan Ross is the perfect candidate. The cowboy follows the rodeo circuit and is only in Middlemarch for the bull riding. One night of mutual seduction, slick, naked bodies and pleasure then he’ll be on his way.

  Duncan is astonished when Lana propositions him, but no one could ever call him stupid. He’s always desired Lana and now that she’s ready for sex, he’s all action. It’s time to lasso the woman of his dreams with some sweet lovin’ and charm, a sexy massage and ropes spliced together with addictive pleasure. He’ll seduce her to his way of thinking—a permanent arrangement. This is one go-round Duncan is determined to win.

  Chapter One

  A stiff breeze blew over the hill, bringing a rash of chill bumps to Lana Sinclair’s naked body. She shuddered despite the burning heat of the sun, dark hair flying loose and wild like a halo around her head. The stark wildness of her surroundings, the gray schist and land burned dry by the hot summer sun, sent an answering emotion skimming across her nerve endings and writhing deep within her soul. It had been so long. So very long. Loneliness crept to the fore.

  She missed Jamie, missed spending time with a male, talking and touching. Making love. Her eyes misted while she thought of her mate, killed in a skiing accident at Coronet Peak almost two years ago. Lord, she’d loved that alpha male even though he’d infuriated her with his attitude, especially near the end when they’d been barely speaking. Sometimes she wondered if they would have stayed together, despite both bearing mating marks. Their words had ventured into vicious during the last fight before Jamie had stormed off to go skiing. Moot point.

  It was time to move on with her life, or at least try living instead of existing. Time to misbehave. Her mating mark had faded, and she was free to choose another.

  Richard Saunders, the lawyer from the building next door to her restaurant showed distinct interest. They’d dated a few times until Richard indicated his desire for a wife. After that she’d kept things light and hadn’t slept with him. He bore the bossy gene, a warning to steer clear in her book.

  Lana enjoyed her newfound independence too much to step into the marriage trap, yet her body ached for some good, hard, sweaty sex. Right now she thought she might go crazy if she remained celibate for a day longer. The idea of spending one more night aching for the touch, the taste of a man and his hard, hot body covering hers…

  A rude snort emerged and Lana decided to get with today’s program instead of worrying about her future. A hard run would help ease her tension. She needed to take advantage of her Middlemarch visit since working in New Zealand’s adventure capital of Queenstown didn’t offer many opportunities for running in feline form.

  After a deep breath, Lana pictured a leopard in her mind’s eye. She let the change take her, savoring the bite of pain as black fur rippled across her skin. Bones lengthened and popped, sinew stretched and muscles bulged. Her body reshaped and, finally on all fours, she flicked her long tail and padded across the uneven tussock ground.

  Scents bombarded her—the spicy hay tang of sun-crisped grasses and the brine of the nearby salt lake, its water evaporated until winter rain and snow refilled it again. She increased her pace to an easy lope, muscles glorying in the motion. Gradually she sprinted, wind whistling across her fur and flattening her whiskers.

  A sudden blur of black across her peripheral vision let her know she wasn’t alone. Lana snarled and slowed to a walk, baring her teeth at the interloper in warning.

  A male.

  She sniffed. Go figure. She’d smell different now that her mating mark had vanished. Available. Given the shortage of females, the Middlemarch males might consider her fair game. Unlucky for them, she knew every one of their tricks. Her lover—when she chose him—would be human, someone who had no idea of her shapeshifter status and had no intention of trapping her into marriage.

  The large black cat who padded up to her ignored her testy mood. Instead he rubbed against her flanks, his low purr of pleasure and contentment bringing an unwilling feline smirk to her mouth. Lana relaxed and whirled without warning. Seconds later, she swatted his nose with her right front paw.

  Duncan Ross. The male was younger than her by two years and here to ride in the Middlemarch rodeo. Lana stilled, a thought blooming. Duncan would make the perfect lover despite not being human. They could spend the weekend together, she could satisfy the sexual itch gripping her, and come Monday, Duncan would travel to the next rodeo and his eight seconds of fame while she returned to her life.

  The more she pushed and pulled at the idea the better she liked it. They knew each other well since Duncan and Jamie had been cousins. Lana trusted him, knew Duncan never bragged of the women in his life. Her reputation would stay safe.

  Duncan barked at her, snagging her attention, and nudged her in the shoulder for good measure. He retreated and sprang at her, wanting to play and wrestle. Ha! He’d have to catch her first.

  Grinning, she dodged his charge, whirled and galloped away, darting in and out of the schist outcrops. Her agility and smaller size gave her an advantage. She heard the thump of his paws as he charged after her, his low growl, and her pulse sped, blood thrumming through her veins.

  What fun. She loved the thrill of the chase.

  Duncan grinned inside as Lana Sinclair darted away with a sexy flick of her tail. A challenge. Hot damn. He’d come to Middlemarch with an express purpose in mind. Lana.

  He’d always wanted Lana.

  Unfortunately, Jamie had caught and marked her first. He’d loved his cousin as much as he’d desired Lana so he’d stood aside, putting his passion into rodeo instead.

  But now…now it was time to make his move.

  Lana didn’t stand a chance. She might think this a game between friends, but he knew better. The sight of her pretty feline form sparked throbbing need. He quashed the lust spreading through his body, knowing an overt show of sexual desire would scare her away. No, he needed patience. Tender wooing. He’d only have one chance at Lana and knew if he misjudged he’d never have another.

  He could not fuck this up.

  Duncan raced after her, drawing her musky scent and the underlying vanilla spice deep into his lungs. The feline smirk she aimed over her shoulder brought a rumbling growl deep in his throat. He charged, intent on one thing. The thrill of the chase. She’d think he wanted to play.

  This was playtime for adults. If he had his way, there’d be sex in the equation. Lots of sex.

  He caught the flick of her tail before she darted behind a pile of gray, weather-beaten rocks and slowed. Given the wind direction, she wouldn’t notice him tracking her, and he could take her by surprise. The heat in his body increased, pooling in his loins and making his cock swell. Oh yeah. He wanted Lan
a, and if he fucked up this courtship, he’d never forgive himself.

  Duncan stalked his prey, placing each paw with care, so he didn’t give her prior warning. Her scent intensified, and he knew he had her. Once in position, he sprang around the schist, bowling her over until they rolled and tangled in a blur of black fur. He seized the scruff of her neck with his teeth and growled, the sound becoming louder with underlying amusement at her fight for freedom.

  Finally, she stilled and her submission almost killed him. All the blood left his head and sank to his cock. He swallowed at scenting the musk of arousal, knowing Lana would detect it too. And wonder. He didn’t want her wondering. No. He needed to court her, let her get used to them as a couple then strike. Wham! He’d reel her in before she knew what hit her and they’d be lovers. Partners. Mates.

  The prickle of heat from her body and the faint shimmer of light told him she intended to shift back to human. His heart slammed against his ribs and he froze, unsure of how to proceed. Weird. His friends would’ve ribbed him if they’d witnessed his uncertainty. Yeah, he’d seen her naked before, yet this time seemed different. He’d kept his gaze above her neck, sticking to the social niceties of a group running together.

  “Are you going to change?”

  Unbidden, his eyes studied her, taking in the small details—her full breasts topped with pink nipples, the narrow waist flaring to curvy hips and lower to study her thighs and sex. Hell. His breath hissed out slowly. She shaved or waxed, leaving smooth skin. His tongue curled inside his mouth as he imagined it rasping across the creamy skin, delving into folds and plunging deep to taste her juices.

  “Duncan?”

  What the hell was she doing? Stunned, he watched her pluck at one nipple until it stiffened and darkened to a deep rose.

  “Duncan, I want you to make love to me. I…I need sex.” A faint tide of pink rushed through her cheeks and crawled along her neck to color her chest. “I don’t want…just for the weekend,” she ended on a rush.

  The jolt of lust that speared him made his chest heave while he attempted to breathe through his arousal, tamp it down to acceptable levels. Didn’t work. Duncan gave up trying to hide his painful erection and shifted.

  “You want what?” She had to tell him again before he’d believe. Surely winning Lana couldn’t be this easy?

  “I want a lover for the weekend.” She captured the plump cushion of her lower lip between her teeth and worried it while avoiding his gaze.

  Consternation, fury, jealousy—the whole gambit screwed with his temper. “Do you do this often?” He moved closer, curling his fingers around her biceps until they bit into her tender flesh.

  Her gaze flew up to meet his. “No! Of course not. I haven’t been with anyone since Jamie.”

  Duncan relaxed at her impassioned words. No other man. Good. That was good. It had been difficult leaving after Jamie’s funeral, knowing Lana needed time and he risked another man capturing her interest. Friends and family had kept him in the loop about Lana, not that he’d been upfront regarding his interest.

  A month ago gut instinct had told him it was time to return to New Zealand, so he’d come home. Just in time, so it seemed. He stared at her and detected a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. He’d never noticed them before. Her jade-green eyes tilted up at the corners giving her an exotic look…and her mouth. He’d had serious hard-ons fantasizing about her sexy lower lip, about biting it and laving the nip better, seeing those lips wrapped around his cock.

  “Why?” Why him? He wanted to think it was because of his hard abs and charisma, his sex appeal, except his ego wasn’t that big. Women didn’t normally bowl up to him with a proposition before they’d received the romance, not unless they belonged to the buckle-bunny brigade and wanted to boast of their cowboy conquests.

  “Because I don’t want to mislead a man into thinking I want something permanent. All I want is no-strings sex.” Her chin lifted in faint challenge. “Nothing more.”

  Duncan frowned, not sure how to react. Part of him simmered with anger at her for going around offering herself. That part wanted to wring her neck. But he also felt flattered and more turned-on than he should be, given the circumstances.

  Lana turned away, flashing her rounded arse at him. He caught a hint of feminine pique before she showed him her back. A slow smile curled to life as he stared at the long, slender legs and curvy hips. Yeah, he’d take her up on her offer and play a cat-and-mouse game. Her offer made things easy for him, but if she thought he’d walk away after a weekend, the woman had rocks in her head. He wanted to retire from the rodeo circuit, settle down and breed bucking bulls.

  No, Lana belonged to him—she just didn’t know it yet.

  Duncan’s erection looked huge, his desire difficult to miss, so why wasn’t he accepting her offer? Most men would jump at the chance of sex with no conditions attached. Her forehead furrowed in confusion, a smidge of irritation. Bother the man. She hadn’t remembered him being so…so…male. True, she hadn’t seen him for two years. Her memory couldn’t be that faulty?

  “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” she said, turning away. “I’ll go.”

  “You haven’t embarrassed me.” He grasped her forearm to halt her departure, his warm breath wafting across the shell of her ear. The gentle yet determined grip on her shoulders forced her to face him. His cock brushed her stomach when he drew her closer. A shiver worked through her at the contact and her body softened, moistened at the thought of sex with Duncan. Desire kicked in her belly. Oh, she was glad she’d seen Duncan and thought of him to fill the lover position. Now if only he’d take action.

  “If I haven’t embarrassed or offended you, then why are you stalling?”

  He chuckled, a dark and arousing sound that drifted goose bumps over her arms and legs. “Why haven’t I pounced?”

  Lana peeked at his erection and flicked her tongue over her lips in a provocative manner. Anything to prod the stubborn male to pass go, collect his bounty. She hadn’t thought she’d experience difficulty in finding a willing lover. Weren’t men easy anymore? “Yeah. Is there something wrong with me?”

  “Not a thing, sweetheart. Not a thing.”

  Her brows arched, and she fought to keep her tetchiness at bay. “Well?”

  “Sometimes a man likes to do the chasing. It’s part of the cat-and-mouse game.”

  “I am not a mouse.”

  Humor flashed in his dark green eyes. “No, you’re a beautiful kitty.”

  Indignation rose. “I’m not—” His kiss cut off the rest of the sentence. Masterful. Assured. He took over. Her irritation dispersed at the first touch and she leaned into his larger frame, curling her hands around his neck to anchor her during the storm. Her fingers crept into his black hair, noting the soft downiness and his rich green scent, fresh and masculine. He nibbled and licked her lips, teasing and pushing past every defense until all she could do was feel, become a creature of sensation. A primitive throb filled her veins, and she melted under his expertise.

  One of his hands lowered to cup her butt, the calluses on his long fingers rasping across her tender skin. She shivered, groaned and opened her mouth to him. So hot. She wondered if she’d burn alive but couldn’t stop, didn’t want to halt. Flames licked through her body with each sweet stroke of his tongue into her mouth.

  He lifted his head, and she moaned a soft complaint, words of protest forming on her lips, when he stepped back, releasing her from his grasp. The heat in his eyes stilled any objection. His gaze stroked like a physical touch as it ran across her shoulders, her collarbone and finally her breasts. She gnawed at her bottom lip to control her moan. No matter how much she wanted sex, she didn’t want to give Duncan ideas of how bad she craved release with a man, her desperation. Knowledge gave him power, and that would never do.

  “Touch me,” she pleaded. “Please touch me.”

  With his gaze holding hers, he reached out, taking one pouting pink nipple between finger an
d thumb. He twisted it hard, which should have hurt. Instead, a gossamer ribbon of pleasure shot to her pussy. She sucked in an excited breath, sensing the lovemaking would feel good, everything she needed to satiate the sexual urges thrumming through her veins.

  “Now,” she said. “Take me.”

  Duncan hesitated. She knew he wanted her—his erection told her that, yet the stubborn man still dithered, as if he thought he knew better. Rot. Two years extra experience at living gave her more insight. Seize the day. Duncan had to grab the opportunities coming his way, not develop a conscience and dawdle.

  Temper loosened her tongue, and she issued a challenge. “If you don’t take me, I intend to go to the rodeo dance tonight and pick someone else. I want to fuck. I want to fuck now.”

  “Be careful what you ask for, Lana.” A hint of steel crept into his lazy voice.

  “I’m tired of people telling me what to do, how to act. I didn’t die when Jamie did.” Lana spun away, pictured the leopard in her mind and smoothly shifted. Then she ran. She raced away without looking back, frustrated and angry and tearful all at once. It wasn’t meant to happen like this. Why couldn’t Duncan just take what she offered without making things complicated?

  The wind whistled across her fur, muscles bunched and lengthened with her ground-eating lope, and all she heard was the frenzied thoughts zapping through her head. He didn’t want her. She’d made a fool of herself. And even worse, she’d have to go to the stupid rodeo dance and make good on her threat.

  Lana heard the thunder of paws seconds before Duncan pounced. With his larger, more muscular body, he herded her into a dip sheltered from the wind by a pile of schist and several sprawling, scrubby trees. When she tried to move, he nipped her on the shoulder, sharp teeth digging into her flesh. Lana whirled, her lips curling up in a snarl. How dare he attempt to handle her? Dominate?

  Inside a frisson of pleasure shot through her, one she didn’t take time to decipher. Instead she shook herself free and snarled again for good measure, her ears flattening against her head. Dammit, he couldn’t treat her this way. She drew away, muscles gathering to spring to freedom if he gave her the opportunity. Her tail flicked in annoyance. She darted to the right.