Captured Box Set, Day 4: The Jaguar’s Rule by T.J. Michaels
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Today we’ll be looking at The Jaguar’s Rule by NYT & USAT bestselling author, T.J. Michaels!
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After an irresistible night of passion with Reya, Aaron James longs to hold her close forever. Little does he know that the tall, sleek beauty has a carnal secret—and he’s the one who needs protection.
Reya Daines has dedicated her life to the conservation of jaguars. With the only bed-and-breakfast at the entrance to Cockscomb Jaguar Sanctuary, she can keep an eye on poachers and still indulge her guests in her first love—scuba diving. But something unusual is happening on the reserve and the big cats are restless. Something has invaded their habitat. And that something wants Reya. Aaron James is a hard nut to crack. A shrewd businessman and always determined to see to his own affairs, he finds he can’t quite take care of things himself after his plane goes down in the jungles of Belize. The woman who rescues him is a loner just like him. But he finds he doesn’t want her to be a loner, unless she’s alone with him. When he learns she’s in danger from the same menace she’s saved him from twice, what’s a determined man to do with an equally stubborn woman?
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Excerpt from Jaguar’s Rule by NYT & USAT Bestselling author, T.J. Michaels
Reya followed Dr. Matons out of her bedroom and closed the door with a quiet snap. After brewing
herself a cup of tea, she joined her old friend out on the screened veranda and plopped down in her
favorite plastic patio chair. The smell of the passing storm was heavy in the air, along with the scent of
charred wood and jet fuel. In spite of the evening’s hair-raising events, she was calm and determined.
Vanilla and clove scented smoke floated up from Dr. Matons’ pipe. She should have never asked her
Aunt Sulu to send the stuff. Now the old curmudgeon would never again settle for the local tobaccos.
“Well, our little patient was lucky tonight,” Dr. Matons drawled around his pipe.
“Little patient?” Reya queried with amusement. She was sure she’d never met a man so long his feet
practically hung off the edge of her bed, or a more muscularly perfect specimen as the one lying in her
bedroom. She and Dr. Matons had spent the past several hours removing glass and plastic from various
patches of skin. They’d stitched the deeper cuts across his back, wrapped his chest tightly and cleaned
off all the blood. She’d seen every inch of his magnificent body and there was nothing, and she meant
nothing, little about him.
“It’s a good thing you were out on patrol when his plane went down. I don’t know if he would have
made it otherwise,” the doctor said, blowing out a ring of thick smoke. “He is certainly handsome, as
men go.” His eyes crinkled at the sides as he watched her. The old matchmaker. Always looking for
someone to pair her up with. Even an unconscious man in serious condition.
When she didn’t answer but stared out into the night, he continued. “I gave him a strong painkiller, but
he’s not out of the woods. Do you mind if I sleep here so I can check on him during the night?”
“No, I don’t mind at all. Why don’t you take the office? The futon in there is pretty comfy. I’ll take the
couch.” Her eyes hadn’t strayed from the tangle of ferns and vines leading into the dark canopy of jungle
no more than a hundred yards from her back stairs.
“You’re not planning on going back out in this deluge, are you?”
“The storm is almost past. I’ll be fine. Besides, something weird happened out there tonight. If you’re
still awake when I get back, I’ll tell you about it.”
The moon, pale and obscured by dark thunderheads, was the only light shining onto her second-story
veranda. Reya unlaced her boots, toed them off and set them beside the screen door that led down
the back stairs. Dr. Matons continued to puff on his pipe while she peeled off her tank top and blood-
spattered pants, tossed them in a pile and loosely tied a small bundle around her neck.
“Be careful, my dear. Wake me when you return,” Dr. Matons called quietly. Extinguishing his pipe, he
rose and slipped through the sliding glass door and into her living room. Reya watched his retreating
back until the subtle snap of the office door told her she was alone. Shirt, pants and shoes in a neat pile
on the floor, she dropped to her knees. Muscles rippled and bunched as raw power surged through her
limbs—heady, thunderous power as her body shortened then stretched. Her tall frame shuddered as
thick fur burst through her pores, replacing smooth skin. The cooling breeze ruffled the sleek fur on the
tufts of the ears of a black jaguar as she stalked down the stairs and loped into the surrounding jungle.
