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  Heartland Shifters Books 1-3

  V. Vaughn

  C. J. Oliver

  Contents

  Lion Hearts Tiger

  About this Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Bunny Hearts Bear

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Wolf Hearts Panther

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

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  About the Authors

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  Editing by Angie Ramey

  Lion Hearts Tiger

  Heartland Shifters - Book 1

  About this Book

  When Lexi wakes up in a hospital room, she doesn’t even know her own name. But she does know one thing, she’d like the hot guy hovering over her bed to stick around. As she fights to regain her memories, she’s faced with a horrifying truth she doesn’t want—she can shift into a huge lion. And if that’s not enough of a shock, the sexy man who claims to be her mate can turn into a tiger.

  Tristan is beside himself with worry over Lexi’s amnesia. The woman he wants to marry doesn’t recognize the love she has for him or the lion inside her. As he helps her heal physically and emotionally he battles with a secret he is afraid to reveal, because when the truth comes out he could lose her again. And this time it could be forever.

  Chapter 1

  LEXI

  Darkness presses down on me. It’s suffocating, like I’m trapped under a heavy rock. I fight against it, push it away, struggling to find my way to the light. It’s there, just above me, hovering, teasing with an incessant beeping sound. Oh god, what if the light I’m trying to reach is death? Should I turn around to the darkness? I don’t care. I want to see the light, and with everything I have, I reach for it.

  Very slowly, I crack open one eye and then the other. The bright light isn’t that great after all. It floods my pupils with piercing pain, and I have to close my eyes again to stop it. No way is this heaven. But that means I’m alive, so I fight to stay awake. I want so desperately to be awake.

  I take in my surroundings. I’m in a bed in a stark, white room. I look toward the window to see the blind is open, and it’s either nightfall or daybreak, judging from the gray light of the in between. Outside where, though?

  My body is connected by wires to a couple of beeping machines, and when I squirm, electrodes that are stuck to my chest, arms, and legs tug at my skin. An IV is in my forearm, and now that I’ve seen it, I notice a dull ache at the insertion site. I glance up to discover a bag of clear liquid is being administered into my bloodstream. Am I being drugged? Was I in an accident? What are they doing to me here?

  Tears fill my eyes with the frustration of not having answers, and my head starts to throb. I don’t know what I’m doing here or how I landed in this bed, but I’m sure don’t want to be here.

  I grab at my IV, struggling to pull it out, but it’s taped to my arm, and damn is it hard to rip off. Sharp pain zips up my arm as blood pools around the spot where the needle is stuck in me.

  From the corner of the room, a man appears and rushes to my bed, grabbing my hands to stop me from pulling out the IV. His grip is so strong I’m sure I won’t be doing anything he doesn’t want me to.

  “Shhh, Lexi, it’s okay. You’re okay,” he says.

  Lexi? If that’s my name I don’t know it. I take in the stranger. He’s handsome in a rugged way, with light brown hair, vivid green eyes, and a wide, full mouth. There’s a bit of scruff along his chin that I imagine would be prickly under my fingertips, not that I’m thinking of running my hand over his face. I frown at him, noticing he’s not in scrubs but instead is wearing jeans and a snug-fitting T-shirt that accentuates the bulges of his shoulders and arms. “You aren’t a doctor.” My voice comes out strained as I speak, hoping he’ll say no. Because if he is in those clothes... I let out a small groan and notice my throat and mouth are dryer than the cracked dirt of an Arizona landscape.

  “What?” His green eyes narrow. “Are you joking with me?”

  I shake my head and try to sink into the bed, afraid of his tone. He must notice my fear, because his eyes fill with what I really hope is compassion, and I only flinch a little as he reaches out to run a gentle hand over my face.

  “I’m sorry.” He bites his bottom lip. “I’m… I’ve been looking for you for days.” />
  I frown, confused. I don’t think this guy is my captor or that he even means to harm me. But what the hell is going on? Why am I missing and from where?

  “Do you recognize me?” he asks.

  I shake my head as tears burn in my eyes from confusion, fear, and the horrible realization that I must have amnesia. “No.”

  “I’m Tristan.”

  “Tristan,” I try out the name, rolling it around on my tongue as if I can taste if it’s right. But I get nothing. Not even a glimmer of recollection. My frown deepens, and I shake my head.

  He swallows. “Do you know what day it is? Or where you are?”

  I think, hard. But nothing comes to me. It’s like trying to remember a gym locker combination from decades ago. I don’t know if it’s Tuesday or Sunday, just like I can’t remember the first number of my combination. But suddenly, I can. In my mind, I see a blue dial on a silver padlock that’s attached to a red locker. I smell the mix of drugstore perfume and the hormonal sweat of high school girls as I recall the numbers seven, twenty-three, and thirty-one. Prime numbers. A chuckle comes from me at the absurdity of this remembered information that is so useless to me now. I’m pretty sure I’m not in high school any longer. At least I feel like I’m older than that. I think I’m in a hospital room, but I could be in Alaska or Florida for all I know. “No. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know you.” Tears prick my eyes, and I shake my head back and forth on the pillow. Another surge of panic floods my body with an icy chill, and I want to escape.

  He strokes my face again. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

  His voice is soothing and somehow familiar. Like when you hear a song from your childhood, and it evokes not a memory so much as an emotion. I feel like this man cares about me, but I have no idea who he is. And how do I know I can trust him?

  “Just stay calm, Lexi.”

  He calls me Lexi again. It must be my name, but the word doesn’t feel familiar. I’m numb, except for a gnawing burn inside my body and head. Was I burned? I glance down at my arms and see they’re fine. Flipping my palms over, I can see that the skin is unmarked. Surely, I’d have burned my hands trying to escape a fire. Besides, I imagine the pain I’d feel would be more intense. It occurs to me I don’t even know what I look like.

  I lift my hands to my face and touch my skin. It feels smooth but dry, and I run my fingers over my nose. It feels normal, with a slight bump along the bridge. Then I touch my lips. The skin is chapped, flaky, and tender to the touch, as if the tissue is too swollen for the skin that contains it. Eww, I’m not the plastic-surgery, injected-lip type, am I? What if I’m in here because I’m changing my appearance? What if I’m in hiding? Jeez, I’ve got to stop this train of thought and find out the truth before I go crazy.

  “Do you want a mirror? Will that help you remember?”

  Before I can comment, the guy, Tristan, turns and searches the drawers of the medical cabinet nearby. He returns with a small mirror and hands it to me. Fear swirls in my gut. I’m afraid I won’t know the woman looking at me. I’m afraid I’ll never know her. What if I don’t like what I see?

  I lift it to see my reflection. Big brown eyes stare back at me. The irises are flecked with gold, which matches a few gold streaks in my hair. I must get highlights, and I wonder when my next appointment is before I return to my assessment of myself. The rest of my hair is dark, and it’s limp and greasy. It’s long, I think, past my chin. It’s hard to tell for sure while lying down, and I wonder how I usually wear it. Up in a ponytail or down, cascading to my shoulders? My scalp itches, and I wonder how long ago it was washed. All trivial things to worry about, considering I have much bigger problems. Like figuring out how the hell I got here.

  My skin is pale, and purple bruises mar my mouth and chin, creeping up the right side to my cheekbone, but I don’t see stitches, ruling out plastic surgery. I must’ve hit my face somehow. A car accident? Or maybe I was mugged.

  Frustration mounts in me and turns into an anger so fierce I can’t contain it as I throw the mirror across the room. “This is pointless! I don’t know who I am!”

  Tristan reaches for me again with pity in his eyes. It pisses me off even more, and I open my mouth to bare my teeth at him, a low growl rumbling in my throat. It’s the kind of sound you hear from an animal, and I scare myself. What the hell? Where did that come from? I close my mouth, and my top lip quivers. What is wrong with me?

  “Easy, Lexi. Easy.” Tristan slowly lowers his hands onto my clenched fists. His touch is warm and comforting, maybe even familiar, because I instinctively relax.

  Everything is too confusing. And wrong. The light is too bright, and the sounds are too loud. My head starts to throb again like a heartbeat ticking inside my skull. Thump. Thump. Thump. But it doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. It’s too slow, too strong. Am I dying? Now I can’t breathe. The walls of the room appear to be coming in closer. I’m suffocating, and I gasp for air before I push Tristan’s hands away and claw at the leads on my body. As I rip off one after another, blood trickles from where they were attached, and I realize I’ve scratched at my skin so hard that I’m bleeding. When I look at my fingers, I let out a startled cry. Claws?

  Tristan grabs at my hands, clutching them firmly in his own as I blink to make sure what I saw was real. “Stop,” he says firmly, as if I’m a child. But there’s fear in his voice too. “You’re going to really hurt yourself if you don’t calm down.” He glances at the door to the room. It’s open a crack, and light from the corridor beyond floods in. “We need to get you out of here before you change.”

  Change? He says it like I should understand the word has some secret meaning. “What are you talking about?”

  He glances at the door again and then leans down to whisper, “You’re in danger here. I can’t explain right now, but you have to trust me.”

  I study his face. He seems sincere. He even looks at me with longing. But trust him? If I’m in danger, wouldn’t it be safer for me to stay here in the hospital where I’m surrounded by doctors and nurses?

  But there’s something about Tristan that makes me want to trust him. He has kind eyes, and the desire to believe him is deep in my bones, like I crave him when he’s not around. It makes no sense to me that my body responds to him as if we’re close while my mind sure thinks we aren’t, since I didn’t even know his name. “I don’t know you. Why should I trust you over doctors?”

  “We do know each other Lexi. I wish you could feel that.” He puts his hand on my chest, over my heart.

  I do feel it. His hand is awfully close to my breasts, and my nipples harden in anticipation of his touch, but I’m not sure if I’m being tricked or not. I flinch away from him, horrified that I’m feeling desire for a stranger. “Don’t touch me!” I thrash about in the bed and pull at the remaining wires still attached to my body, trying desperately to get escape their clutches. And Tristan’s. The urge to run and hide screams at me in my head, and I can’t stop myself. I cry out.

  Chapter 2

  TRISTAN

  I try to grab Lexi, to settle her down, but she slaps at my hands and bucks against the bed. I know it’s her primal instinct to flee that fuels her actions, but it breaks my heart to see it and to know it’s me she wants to run away from. The sight of her battered and bruised rips me apart. She normally looks so vibrant and alive, but it’s hard to see that in her pallid, injured face.

  I’d been searching for Lexi for almost a week, desperate to find her and out of my mind with worry that she was dead somewhere in a ditch. When I finally located her, it was in a human hospital on the other side of the mountain. Now I discover she doesn’t know who I am, and it destroys me inside. I can’t bear to see her like this. So much pain and confusion are flashing in her eyes. She’s scared, and that’s why she’s lashing out at me. Her lion is doing everything it can to protect its human host. Which is exactly what I’m trying to do, too.

  “It’s okay, my darling,” I say in the calm
est, most soothing voice I can. “Please calm down.”

  But she doesn’t.

  The door to the room opens fully and a nurse rushes in. “What’s going on?”

  She eyes me trying to restrain Lexi, and I let go, not wanting to draw any more attention to me or to Lexi than necessary. They must’ve already done x-rays and blood tests on her, and they must suspect something is different about her.