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    Savage Loss: Fierce Mates: Cougar Pride, #2
    Savage Loss: Fierce Mates: Cougar Pride, #2
    Savage Loss: Fierce Mates: Cougar Pride, #2
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    Savage Loss: Fierce Mates: Cougar Pride, #2

    By Liza Street

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    This sexy shifter has longed for her from afar—now she depends on him for protection.

     

    Mourning the loss of her lover, Brigitte has thrown herself into her career as a school principal. She can't take a break or allow herself to love again, not even when a tempting, hot-as-sin man throws himself into her path.

     

    Now that things have settled down for his pride, Rafe, a mountain lion shifter, feels it's safe to pursue Brigitte. Unfortunately, the dark forces in their little town have nefarious plans, and soon he isn't pursuing her to make love, but to save her life.

     

    USA Today bestselling author Liza Street brings the steam and suspense in the Cougar Pride series! If you love sexy shifters and strong women thrown together with mystery and suspense, get your copy today!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLiza Street
    Release dateJan 28, 2018
    ISBN9781386528104
    Savage Loss: Fierce Mates: Cougar Pride, #2

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      Savage Loss - Liza Street

      1

      Brigitte held her phone carefully in her hands, like it was a baby bird. Or maybe a grenade.

      She punched in a phone number she knew by heart. Marcellus didn’t answer, and she didn’t expect him to. He’d be annoyed that she was calling instead of texting, but she didn’t have to follow his rules anymore.

      Hi, Marcellus, it’s me, she said to the voicemail recorder. It’s been a year, but I’m sure you know that. I hope you’re well. I know you miss him as much as I do—maybe more, because you knew him longer. He was— Her voice broke. She swallowed thickly, then continued. He was a good man. I miss both of you.

      Before she could say any more, she ended the call.

      There. She took a deep breath. She’d done it. Now she had to wait.

      The view outside her office window looked uncertain. Sun glinting off a spring snow. Sunshine that would add just enough warmth to remind her how cold she was.

      Marcellus had to get back to her—this wasn’t a day either of them should spend alone.

      She looked at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes until first bell, and she liked walking the halls, greeting the teachers and students of Belnedge Elementary. It helped her feel more in touch with the school as a community. But in order to do that, she had to hold herself together.

      Her phone went into her pocket. Hovering at her office door, she reached up and touched her necklace, fingering the rose pendant her grandmother had given her when she turned thirteen. Nanny Mae would have told her to be strong. She would have said love conquered everything. She would have sent Brigitte into the corridor with a kiss and a love-blessing, her own brand of magic.

      Magic. Brigitte wished she believed in it, because she could sure as hell use a little bit of it to get through the day.

      Brigitte spent the morning speaking with parents, observing in classrooms, and putting the final touches on next week’s teacher workshop. During lunchtime, she got to walk around the cafeteria and talk with individual students, exchanging high fives and discussing school projects.

      By fifth period, she slumped at her desk, vision blurring at the calendar in front of her. Meetings and more meetings were coming up, to hammer out final details of a workshop she was planning. Brigitte tapped the dates thoughtfully and jotted down notes.

      Always, in the back of her mind, was her phone, silent in her pocket. She knew she needed to move on. Marcellus was a part of her past, and she needed a future. But she was respectable now—she’d left that past behind. Trying to find someone else, someone who could not only understand that past, but accept it? She didn’t think it was possible.

      Immediately she felt guilty for wanting to move on. Her office phone rang, and she put on her cheerful-yet-stern principal voice to handle whatever opportunity or crisis had arisen.

      Toward the end of sixth period, she walked down the hallway of the science wing. Hearing children shouting from inside Ms. Julep’s classroom, Brigitte let herself in.

      Immediately a hush came over the students. Ms. Julep’s substitute, Mrs. Long, sent a frazzled and grateful look Brigitte’s way.

      Brigitte said in a clear voice, Someone will raise their hand. I will call on them and get an explanation for what is happening in here.

      Three nine-year-olds volunteered. Brigitte nodded at one of them. Go ahead, Anita.

      She patiently listened while Anita, and then Johnny, and then Brian, recounted the fight that had begun over who would be the one to help Mrs. Long pack away the beakers.

      Her phone buzzed once in her pocket, and Brigitte tried not to jump.

      Now that we’re all calm, Brigitte said, struggling to ignore whatever message might be on her phone, what do you think should happen next?

      The vibration from her phone could be a text Marcellus. Her fingers itched to check.

      I think we should figure out a way to solve the problem, Brian said, and Anita and Johnny nodded.

      Brigitte smiled. Then get to it. Remember, above all, that we’re in a community, a classroom community. We’re made up of individuals, but together we can solve anything. Let’s show Mrs. Long what a Belnedge classroom is made of, shall we?

      She gave an encouraging smile to Mrs. Long and stepped outside. Out of sight of the classroom, she leaned against the wall, felt the crinkle of the paper covering a bulletin board behind her. Her phone. She needed to check her phone.

      But her job came first.

      She risked a peek through the window in the door. Anita, Johnny, and Brian had formed a sort of line for carrying the beaker boxes to the cupboards at the back of the room.

      She briskly walked down the hall, her low, sensible heels clacking on the linoleum. Once inside her office again, she pulled her phone from her coat pocket.

      It was a text from her cousin, Cam. Thinking of you today. XOXO.

      Brigitte tried not to be disappointed. She typed back, Thank you, and added a heart emoji.

      The final bell rang, and the corridor erupted with the sounds of little feet rushing to and fro, children laughing and chattering away.

      Time to help monitor the parking lot and student pick-up area. Brigitte tucked her phone back into the pocket of her coat.

      Marcellus hadn’t called.

      Magic, once again, had failed her.

      2

      Rafe drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his Pathfinder. Today was the day. He’d already coached his little sister, Penny, to stick close by the principal. Penny had raised her eyebrows at him, but agreed.

      Now he just had to not screw things up.

      When he’d moved to Belnedge a few months ago to join the CMR, he’d loved finally living close to the rest of the pride. His parents’ lodge was here, a short drive out of Belnedge, but their large resort—the place he’d grown up—was over the ridge near Maxon. Moving here had one benefit of putting some distance between him and his parents. The extra benefit? Now he was closer to the principal.

      He pulled into the parking lot. Penny stood near the steps of one of the classroom buildings.

      And there was the principal. Rafe’s breath caught in his throat. Her kind eyes, a faint blue-gray. Her bright, orange-red hair. At school every day, her hair was held back in a tight bun, but he wondered what it would look like tumbling down her shoulders. How the sunlight would catch it, and what a strand would look like if it escaped to be caressed by the breeze.

      How could she do this to him, from so far away? He’d never even spoken to her, but after the first time his dad had asked him to pick up Penny, and Rafe had set eyes on the principal, he’d volunteered to be the one to pick Penny up from school every day. His parents had been confused—Rafe had always been the slacker in the family, the one who shirked responsibility, the one who was so trapped in his own head he rarely paid attention to anyone and couldn’t be depended on to be punctual to save his life. But he’d insisted on being the new designated school pick-up person, and he’d gotten his way in the end.

      It meant he had to switch up his entire schedule with the Corona Mountains Rescue program, a non-profit he’d joined a few months ago. It meant weird hours at the CMR station, and a drive into Belnedge he didn’t usually make if he could help it. But seeing her every day made the inconveniences worth it.

      He didn’t even know her first name. Ms. Mayfair was all Penny could tell him. He thought about searching for her online, but he’d rather get the name from the fiery-haired principal herself.

      Counting by sixes to keep his cock under control, because it wouldn’t do to approach the woman of his dreams with a massive hard-on jabbing behind his zipper, Rafe sauntered up to the curb.

      The principal stood talking to a parent. Rafe wished he could close his ears to the shrill sounds of the other woman, who was concerned about her kid’s homework. The principal calmly reassured the mother, her tone even and professional.

      Hell, even the principal’s professional, quiet voice turned Rafe on. He continued counting by sixes in his head, waiting for the parent to leave.

      When he reached 138, the principal turned to him. Can I help you?

      And for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say, or how to say it. Hi, he finally managed.

      She gave him a funny look. Hi.

      Rafe wasn’t sure where to go from there. Rafe, who always had a comeback waiting, who always had a joke ready.

      Penny walked over. Ms. Mayfair, this is my brother, Rafael. He goes by Rafe. Rafe, this is my school principal, Ms. Mayfair.

      Rafe exhaled and held out his hand. Ms. Mayfair shook it, smiling politely. This woman made a fucking pantsuit look sexy—something Rafe had

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