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[COMPLETE] What life is left for a warrior when there is no more enemy to fight?

...He knelt before her in the posture of a soldier giving honor to their Queen. And she didn't even know it.

“Harth," he rasped, "I come empty-handed. I bring no weapon. Because I swear to you, I will never choose to harm you. Never draw your blood—in anger, or in fear. I bring no shield. Because I vow I will never defend myself from your eyes, your hands, your mind. I am yours.”

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After a year of peace in Anima, Tarkyn finds himself... lonely. As the Captain of the Queen's Guard and a lion-shifter, he has met every female in the tribes, but never found his mate. Certain he must have overlooked someone, Tarkyn undertakes a grueling ritual, pleading with the Creator to reveal her. But the ritual presses him to the end of even his formidable strength. 

Yet, the Creator heard his cry...

Discovered on the brink of death by his mate, Harth, and nursed back to health, Tarkyn now faces the most difficult battle of his life. Because Harth isn’t just a stranger to the Anima, she is a weapon of the humans who tried to destroy them.

Can the love of a warrior and his enemy bring peace to Anima? Or will they be torn apart forever by war between their peoples?

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STANDALONE STORY: While Tarkyn's story is a part of the Anima world and fans will be reunited with some of their favorites as side-characters, Tarkyn and Harth are new POV characters and their story is a new plot arc, so their story can be enjoyed without reading the previous books! But please add Falling in Love with the King of Beasts, and Taming the Queen of Beasts to your library to enjoy later!

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Mated to the Warrior Beast

Jayah spluttered a shocked laugh, then took a step forward. "I wouldn't care either," she breathed. "I only… I want you safe."

Skhal huffed. "I'd given up. I thought the Creator had chosen solitude for me. I'd… accepted that."

A rush of warmth and joy and desire washed through Jayah and she laughed again. Stepping right up to stand between his feet, she reached up to touch his face.

Skhal went still, like a wild-animal under threat. But his eyes never left hers. And Jayah found herself enthralled.

His jaw was square and strong, his beard neatly trimmed. His features angular and striking, but softened slightly by dark hair that was in need of a cut. Those whispers of gray at his temples told her they were likely of a similar age… but then she realized she didn't care.

Sliding her hand to his cheek, she curled her fingers into his beard, following the stark line of his jaw.

My Mate – Part 2