{"product_id":"wake-a-sleeping-tiger-isbn-9780515154009","title":"Wake a Sleeping Tiger","description":"\u003cb\u003eWhen readers of dark romance and unbridled desire want to be satisfied, they turn to #1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh and her “powerful and highly erotic” (Fresh Fiction) Breed novels. Now a Breed hides in the world of man—until a woman arouses the amused and wildly carnal animal within him...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eOnce, he was Judd—Bengal Breed and brother to the notorious fugitive Gideon. After Gideon disappeared, Judd was experimented on until his tortured body knew nothing but agony.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow he is Cullen Maverick, serving as the commander of the Navajo Covert Law Enforcement Agency in the small community of Window Rock, Arizona. Despite his genetics, Cullen is able to pass as human because his Bengal traits are recessed. But he remains tormented that he wasn’t able to mate the woman he loved—at the cost of her life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe’s no longer a Breed, merely a man...or so he thinks. But his tiger is about to be awakened by the one woman destined to be his—Chelsea Martinez. And their world will never be the same...\u003cb\u003ePraise for Lora Leigh’s Novels of the Breeds\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m a huge fan of Lora Leigh’s Breed books.”—Nalini Singh, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Master storyteller Leigh continues adding new plot twists to this long-running series and keeps pumping up the danger and menace. Great stuff as always!”—RT Book Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Another powerful and highly erotic saga of the Breeds...Highly charged...and carnal.”—Fresh Fiction\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Incredibly sexy and emotionally riveting…Tons of action and seriously hot, erotic sex…It was a book that I could not put down.”—Smexy Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It is phenomenal.”—Joyfully Reviewed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wickedly seductive with sizzling sex scenes that will leave you begging for more.”—ParaNormal Romance\u003cb\u003eLora Leigh\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Breed novels, including\u003ci\u003e Elizabeth’s Wolf, Bengal’s Quest\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eRule Breaker\u003c\/i\u003e; the Nauti Boys series, including \u003ci\u003eNauti Deceptions\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eNauti Intentions\u003c\/i\u003e; and the Nauti Girls series, including \u003ci\u003eNauti Angel\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eNauti Seductress\u003c\/i\u003e..Chapter 1.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From Graeme's Journal        The Recessed Primal Breed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Primal Breed will know his mate, sensing her even without the      benefit of Mating Heat. The recessed Primal will sense his mate,      know her and find comfort and calm in her presence. Only Mating      Heat will release his Breed genetics, though, and allow the Primal      free of its cage-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Navajo Nation        Pinon, Arizona\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Oh God!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Oh God!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was just a baby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tiny, delicate, a mop of tangled black hair and wide, shock-filled      eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Rage clenched Chelsea's guts, formed a layer of ice around her      emotions and stilled her racing heart. Logic and training snapped      in and she forced herself to move into position slowly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Horror. Terror.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Those distant, primal warnings of evil were pushed quickly to the      back of her mind as the child stumbled forward.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Oh God, she had to get just a little bit closer. If this wasn't      timed just right, if Chelsea didn't calculate everything      perfectly, then she knew that baby wouldn't be the only one who      died in this lonely desert tonight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Night vision glasses allowed her to pick up even the most minute      detail in the deepening night. The sight of huge bite marks over      the child's body would live in Chelsea's nightmares. If she      survived. Deep, jaggedly torn flesh still seeped blood, spilling      more down the already bloodstained little body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Long, tangled black hair fell to the child's shoulders and covered      the side of her heavily bruised and swollen face. She was weak,      far too cold and suffering blood loss definitely, possibly      hypothermal shock. If she didn't get that child out of there fast,      then she was going to die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Come here, baby. I'm right here. Come on, let me take you to your      momma . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The plea was soundless, no doubt useless, but still, she urged the      child to the edge of the rising tower of rock that hid her      presence from the Coyote soldiers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She didn't dare show herself. If they saw her, then she'd never      have time to get the baby into the Desert Runner she'd taken out      that night on patrol.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was in the middle of a nightmare she couldn't have imagined.      Even her deepest, darkest fears didn't hold anything this      horrific.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Demonic yips and howls filled the night with terrifying sounds.      They were merely tormenting the little baby, keeping her little      heart beating fast and hard, her blood seeping steadily from her      wounds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So much evil. The creatures pushing the child through the night      were hellish. Only hell could conceive monsters such as the ones      trailing after the child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Right here, baby. Come on, Louisa, you're almost safe. Let's go      find Momma . . . She kept her eyes on the child, willing her to      come to her, to sense her waiting in the shadows, ready to scoop      her up and race her away from this nightmare.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Momma, help me.\" The night carried the hoarse, dazed little voice      clearly to where Chelsea hid. \"Momma, help me.\" Over and over the      ragged plea filled Chelsea's soul with agony and threatened to      pierce the layer of ice covering her emotions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If she let the fear free now, then she'd lose her mind, Chelsea      knew. There would be no way to function, to think.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She took her eyes off the child only long enough to check the      distance between the enemy and the little girl stumbling through      the dark.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Coyote soldiers were keeping Louisa in sight. If Chelsea just      waited, remained out of their field of vision, then she'd have      Louisa and be gone before they could get close enough to stop her.      Then it would just be a matter of staying ahead of them until she      got to safety.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She'd glimpsed their Runner, but she knew hers would be lighter,      the motor modified to get an edge on the ones being used by the      soldiers. The Breed Underground modified their vehicles for speed      rather than defense or heavy weapons. Still, the Coyotes' Runner      would be hard to get away from without a good head start.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It wouldn't be easy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Watching the little girl, Chelsea gritted her teeth and made      herself wait. Just a little more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That's it, Louisa. Come this way. I'm right here, baby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Momma. Help me, Momma.\" The little voice was so weak, the night      so cold, and time was running out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Holding the blanket she carried ready, Chelsea kept a wary eye on      the Coyotes and waited, still, silent. The body-warming technology      of the covering would hopefully keep the little girl warm enough      and protect her from further chill as they raced through the cold      night; the open design of the Runner would do little to stave off      the chill.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Coyotes paused, yips and laughter filling the desert as Louisa      headed straight for Chelsea, her dazed eyes staring unseeing into      Chelsea through the darkness of night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She could do this. Louisa was almost in place. Just a little      closer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The kids' parents were about thirty minutes away, their desert      estate well armed as they waited for word of their daughter.      Search efforts were being concentrated in the opposite direction;      the report of Coyote soldiers closer to Window Rock had drawn      searchers there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was that odd piece of information Chelsea had collected the day      before that placed these creatures closer to Pinon and already had      her in the area when the report went out. She was turning around      and heading toward Window Rock when she'd heard the Coyotes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The child stumbled to her knees and Chelsea felt her breath catch.      She was so close.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Come to me, Louisa,\" she whispered, a breath of sound she prayed      the Coyotes didn't catch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Louisa made it to her feet, jerky, uncoordinated, but she made it      to the edge of the rock.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Chelsea moved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Snapping forward, she wrapped the dark blanket around Louisa's      slight body, lifted her into her arms and ran the ten feet to the      Runner she'd left on standby. Before she could jump into the      Runner, the night went silent. Totally, completely silent. There      was no time to secure the little girl into the opposite seat now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It had just run out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As she latched the restraining harness around both of them, the      feel of Louisa shuddering and the sound of her gasping breaths      filled Chelsea with dread.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enraged howls filled the night as Chelsea slammed the Runner into      gear and the desert vehicle shot forward. The deep tread of the      tires bit into dirt, sand and gravel, then all but picked up and      flew through the night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thirty minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thirty minutes to the Cerves estate, and she was on her own until      she got there. The radio had gone out, refusing to work, but there      was also a chance the Coyotes' Runner was equipped with a jammer.      And she wasn't far enough away from them for her radio to work      yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Runner's back cameras and radar were working great, though.      Good enough to see that those bastards were gaining on her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She should have never come out alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Under no circumstances.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She should have called in backup when she first heard the Coyotes'      howls. But her cousin Linc was manning communications and he would      have ordered her back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She'd already been in the area when she picked up the radio      transmissions earlier that night that the Cerveses' young daughter      had been taken from the compound by suspected Council Breeds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e How the Coyotes managed that, she couldn't imagine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Checking radar and cameras again, she calculated the distance to      the compound and saw a glimmer of hope. She was actually closer      than she'd thought she'd be. Not much farther.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Not that she would be exactly safe once she arrived at their      compound-if she arrived. The Cerves family had brutal reputations.      The Cerves criminal cartel didn't wait to ask questions. They      killed first.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As she checked the monitor again, her jaw tightened. Shifting      gears with fierce, quick movements, she heard power build in the      motor as she pushed it for more speed, gritting her teeth and      restraining a curse as the first bullet struck the side of the      Runner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The desert vehicle wasn't bullet resistant and the Coyotes knew      it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fire flashed in the cameras and the sound of automatic gunfire      behind her, pelting over the Runner, had her using every trick she      knew to push the motor harder, faster.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Gunfire still erupted behind her, but the pinging had stopped. She      estimated she was staying just out of reach of them. But she and      little Louisa weren't home free yet, and she was running straight      into an armed force that would already be prepared to shoot at the      first sign of a threat. A Runner crashing the gates would      definitely be seen as a sign.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The night sped by as adrenaline pumped fast and hard through her      body and the Runner raced through the desert.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She had to keep both hands on the steering wheel. At the speeds      she was pushing the Runner to, she didn't dare take one off to      comfort the baby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Louisa was only eight years old, though, and Chelsea knew that      comfort was something the child could have used.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Eight years old.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If she survived, would her young mind ever pull free of what had      happened tonight?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Twenty minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She'd been racing through the night for twenty minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The temperature gauge on the Runner was edging higher. It wasn't      meant to run this hard, this fast, for this distance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was close, though. Any minute she should see the glow of the      lights that lit the estate like a damned airport runway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Guards had surrounded it earlier in the day before Louisa's      disappearance. Surely they were still there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What if they weren't?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What if the estate was deserted?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As she flew over the next rise, those lights glowed in the      distance. Rather than pulling back, the Coyotes were firing again,      and another ping to the side of the Runner had Chelsea quickly      twisting the wheel, fighting to keep the Coyotes behind her. The      chance of a bullet hitting her was slighter there. There was no      protection to the side.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As she drew closer to the estate, she could see men running,      automatic weapons in their hands. The gates weren't opening and      there was no time to stop. If she stopped, her side would be      exposed as the Coyotes raced past her. She'd be easy to pick off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Praying the reinforced metal of the Runner's front guard held up,      she pointed the Runner toward the gates, her teeth locked tight,      her eyes narrowing on that point. If she could just make it to      those gates and crash through . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As long as the Cerves guards didn't shoot her first.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She prayed they glimpsed the Breed Underground insignia she      hurried to flip on. The bright red BU on the front guard was all      she'd have to alert them that she wasn't some dumbass just hoping      to break through and cause murder and mayhem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No, she was bringing the murder and mayhem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Hang on, baby,\" she screamed above the sound of the Runner's      motor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Louisa's arms and legs tightened around her, but not by much.      Chelsea could feel the dampness of her night suit from the little      girl's blood and the child's cold flesh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Momma's waiting for you, baby.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She prayed that Samara Cerves-the Blood Queen, she was called-was      waiting for the little girl who still whimpered for her, and that      the savagery she was reported to have wasn't something her child      knew.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Chances were slim, though.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Still, the Cerves compound was the little girl's only hope. And      God help the family if anything happened to Chelsea because her      own family wouldn't play nice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Automatic weapons were turned on her as a dozen or more soldiers      and security personnel braced to fire on her. Faces brutally hard,      determined . . . murderous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her life flashed before her eyes and one image held in her mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Cullen.\" She whispered his name as the gates loomed, coming      closer, faster. \"I'm sorry . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Metal hit metal, the Runner reducing speed with a force that had      the safety seat and harness reacting with the same speed to hold      them in place. The collision rippled around the powerful vehicle,      the frame taking the brunt of the force, the seat reacting to the      still-strong shock wave that hit the interior.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Automatic gunfire ruptured the night as the gates were pushed      open, and the Runner came to a stop several feet inside the      interior of the compound.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Chelsea was confident the child hadn't sustained further injuries,      though for some reason, her own arm was burning like hell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Wait! Wait!\" she screamed, fighting the hard hands that reached      in, tore at the harness and tried to jerk her from the seat.      \"Louisa. I have Louisa.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She scrambled to release the restraint, trying to be gentle, to      hold the child securely as she whimpered, crying for her momma.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I have her,\" she cried out, suddenly staring down the barrel of a      gun, eyes wide, the certainty of death filling her mind. \"I have      Louisa.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hands shaking, she let the blanket fall back, her eyes lifting to      the cold, stark blue gaze of the Blood Queen herself. In those      crystal-hard eyes Chelsea saw a mother's torment and a killer's      need for blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Momma.\" Weak, fear and terror worn, the little girl was suddenly      trying to struggle against Chelsea, ragged nails dragging against      the shoulder of Chelsea's black top.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Frantic, hysterical desperation filled the child now; those wide,      dazed eyes flickering with horror would forever be seared into      Chelsea's memories.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The gun barrel jerked back and the woman was reaching for the      girl, screaming for the doctor, and in Samara Cerves's face      Chelsea saw such misery, such pale, terror-filled pain, that she      had no doubt little Louisa was safe now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The question was, was Chelsea safe?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Move.\" She was hauled out of the Runner with a suddenness she      found shocking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The hands that jerked her from the vehicle were rough and bruising      as she was dropped to her feet, then dragged through the courtyard      toward the side of the mansion. Stumbling, she had only a moment      to glimpse the chaotic activity of soldiers and security personnel      rushing behind the woman known as the Blood Queen and the      blood-soaked body she cradled in her arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Where are you taking me?\" Desperation sliced through her as they      disappeared around the side of the house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She couldn't die here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Struggling against the powerful grip, she tried to dig her heels      into the dirt and loose stones beneath her feet, only to risk      falling and being dragged along the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Furious cries were falling from her lips, the need to escape      frantic when he suddenly stopped, all but throwing her against the      side of the house, his hand pressing over her mouth and his face      only inches from hers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Green eyes flecked with amber rioting through the irises. Rage      burned in his gaze, in his expression, along with steely,      uncontrolled demand.","brand":"Berkley","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303426445541,"sku":"NP9780515154009","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780515154009.jpg?v=1767743547","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/wake-a-sleeping-tiger-isbn-9780515154009","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}