Who was reading: A woman with one brow raised high above her eye, and one gold-rimmed spectacle dangling far below it.
From the author’s website: The heat of passion—and danger—rises like jungle fire in the all-new novel of the leopard people
Called on a dangerous assignment, leopard shifter Conner Vega returns to the Panama rainforest of his homeland . . . He carries the scent of a wild animal in its prime, he bears the soul-crushing sins of past kills—and he’s branded by the scars of shame inflicted by the woman he betrayed. Isabeau Chandler’s a Borneo shifter who’s never forgiven Conner—or forgotten him. The mating urge is still with her, and when she crosses Connor’s path, passions run like wild fire.
But what’s so sexy about leopards? I mean hasn't that been done before?
And since when has there been this dichotomy between animals we consider attractive vs. those that repulse us? I, for one, grow tired of the under-representation of the reptile family in erotic shapeshifter fiction.