It’s an experience too farfetched to be real, but Trina Tate knows she holds the memories of another woman's soul. Memories that cry out to be with the man, the king she once loved. Drawn to the park each night Trina watches shape-shifting black jaguars running...and mating...and craves to be a part of that. Is she shifting herself or is that too only memory?
Wyatt Caldwell has resolved himself to a life without his soulmate. He's lost the love of his life twice. Duty now occupies him -- duty as head of Braden Institute, duty as leader of the shape-shifters. But once he sees Trina roaming, searching the park fully nude, body and soul calling for his touch. How could he possibly resist?
WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING
BLUE RIBBON RATING 4! I enjoyed unveiling the mystery of INTO THE HEART 2: INTO THE NIGHT. The struggles within Wyatt’s pack and the dynamics of Wyatt’s relationship with Trina are just two of the areas I liked. On one hand, she is his least favorite person, but at the same time he is drawn to her in ways he doesn’t understand. Much like opposites attracting and love being the flipside of hate. Wyatt is so alpha that you don’t know if you want to slap him or snuggle with him. This is a heartwarming story of love, betrayal and new found peace. ~LadyBirdRobi, Romance Junkies
FOUR ANGELS! Into the Night is the second book of the Into the Heart series about shape-shifters by Caitlyn Willows. Both Trina and Wyatt are major secondary characters in the first book and it is the events of the first story that have lead to the strange events of this story. In this story, the physical relationships between the jaguar clan and Trina and Wyatt are much more graphic and explicit. Wyatt seduces Trina while he is still in his jaguar shape and the clan doesn’t limit sexual relations to just one-on-one male and female intercourse. If this bothers you then you probably won’t enjoy this story. Both the characters of Trina and Wyatt exhibit changes in their personalities and I think the changes in Trina are definitely for the better. She is becoming less self absorbed and more likable. The sexual relationship developing between Wyatt and Trina isn’t the only thing this story is about. The jaguar clan appears to be being stalked and hunted down one by one to be killed and the clan needs to pull together and figure out why and how to stop their enemy. Trina just may be able to offer them some insight that they need to solve the problem but can the clan learn to trust her in time? If you enjoy a good sexual shape-shifting story filled with drama and intrigue, then you will like Into the Night, but I recommend you read the first book, Into the Lair, first for some crucial stage setting! ~Stephanie B, Fallen Angel Reviews
Focusing on an unsavory secondary character from the previous story, Into the Lair, Caitlyn Willows’ Into the Night has a striking redemptive note to it. Trina is truly a reformed woman. The sex between Wyatt and Trina is scalding, but there are also male-male and ménage interactions. The plot is fairly easy to decipher, however, there is a little twist that may catch the reader by surprise. This story stands alone, but without reading Into The Lair first, Trina’s actions and transformations aren’t nearly as startling. A pleasing tale, Into the Night is a satisfying addition to Ms. Willow’s shape-shifter series. ~Chris, Joyfully Reviewed
Trina pulled in a hard breath. A thousand different scents
assaulted her. She shook her head to clear it and tumbled to one side. Vertigo.
Damn, it was happening again. Trina caught herself before she fell and eased
down onto the cool grass. Nausea roiled in her stomach. She wrapped her arms
around her midriff in a desperate attempt to keep from throwing up. The buzz in
her head grew to a roar. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain she knew
was coming. It slammed into the back of her skull with the force of a
She tucked into a fetal position, shaking arms clutching her
knees. Blackness clouded her mind, and she felt herself drop into a void. Her
body convulsed, as if it were trying to leave the confines of her skin. Trina
couldn’t say if the seizure was real or just the workings of her troubled mind.
Finally, the sensation passed, and she peeled her eyelids open.
She was sprawled on the ground, her fingers digging into the
soft grass like a lifeline. Deep gouges bloodied her forearms. She panted, as
if she’d run a marathon, each hard breath amplified as the pain in her head
Trina pushed herself upright. She felt weak now, every
movement an effort. Braced against the tree once more, she hugged her knees. This
was why she'd sought the jaguar shape-shifters out. She wanted answers. Needed
them. Except the pull of sex, the smell of sweat and hormones, the magic of
whatever they were, had taken over instead. She’d been compelled to
strip off her clothes, to watch, to join them.
Then Wyatt had been upon her, tracking her, reeking of sex
and maleness, asserting his dominance. And she caved, letting him do whatever
he wished, take whatever he wanted. The loss of control, the total submission,
affected her in ways she’d never imagined. The old Trina would have nipped that
in the bud without blinking. But this person she’d become, this person she didn’t
She buried her face in her hands to squelch the rush of
tears. Trina didn’t know what she’d become. She needed help -- their help.
Somehow she had to convince them to do so, convince them she wasn’t crazy or
nosy or whatever she’d been before. She needed to convince herself, too. She
didn’t know which task was harder, getting someone to believe she'd changed, or
trying to believe it herself.
No, she knew what was hardest -- asking for help in the
first place. It’d taken her a great deal of soul-searching to get to this point
-- finding the clan and following them. She couldn’t let the opportunity pass
now. The chances of finding them again would be few after tonight; they’d be more
watchful now that she’d gotten too close. Of course, Trina could always corner
Wyatt at the institute.
Just like he could corner me.
Trina’s pulse leaped at the thought. She hugged herself at
the memory -- the promise -- of his hard, hot body looming over hers. Here was
a man who took control without asking, who took it because it was his right.
If he could do all this to her in the space of an hour and with an audience,
what would he do if he had privacy and all the time in the world? The things he
could do to her body! The things he could do to her heart.
She shook her head. No, being alone with Wyatt Caldwell was
a big mistake. It was better to get this over with tonight. To make the
shape-shifters listen and give her the answers she needed.
If they could.
Trina pushed to her feet and brushed her hands down her
T-shirt. Her ragged nails snagged on the cotton. Her forearms stung. She didn’t
want to see how much damage she’d done to herself while she was out of it. The
truly bizarre thing was that, by morning, any sign of injury would be gone anyway.
It was one of those new mysteries happening to her, like how
she could now see in the dark, how her body healed overnight, how her sense of
smell rivaled that of a bloodhound. She’d learned to accept the enhanced
abilities; after all, what other choice did she have? But the isolation, turmoil,
and confusion they caused were driving her slowly insane. Or maybe she’d always
been close to the edge, and these events were accelerating her decline. The
last few nights she'd spent watching the jaguars was the first time she’d felt
connected to anything in six months. No wonder she’d hesitated to shatter that
by approaching them.
God, you’re pathetic.
Trina winced at the words her conscience threw at her. The
last time she’d heard those exact words had set her on a course from which
she’d sworn she'd never deviate. Never again was she going to be the victim in
any way, shape, or form.
Trina sighed. That decision had isolated her as well. How
ironic she’d be suffering this -- she looked at her hands -- whatever this
She lifted her chin and tried to catch the clan’s scent. A
cacophony of smells slammed into her -- the zoo, the residue from the autumn
fires, the ocean, vehicle exhaust. Blood.
Fresh nausea clenched her stomach before she considered it
was probably her own blood filtering into the mix. She’d only had six months to
learn how to deal with a super-sensitized sniffer. Sorting smells in the rain
forest was vastly different than doing so in the city.
Trina shook her head. No, this was a lot of blood.
Something big had been killed and recently, too, since the stench of
decomposition hadn’t set in. Now that was a smell she’d never had a
problem identifying. Living in the rain forest, life and death were never more
than a hundred yards away, and nature quickly reabsorbed the loss. But this…
She debated on whether to call the police. The conversation played
in her mind. I think something’s dead. No, I don’t know what. I don’t know
if it’s a person. No, I don’t know where. Somewhere in Balboa Park. No, I’m not
a fucking psychic. This isn’t a crank call.
Trina sighed and let it go. Without specifics, there wasn’t
anything she could do to help. She clenched her fist against her thigh and
forced her attention on finding the clan. Except too many scents vied for her
attention, making it difficult to sort them out.
Now what? Did she wander the park, hoping to run into them?
Disillusioned, she wrapped her arms around her midriff as she determined her
next move. Wyatt’s scent drifted upward. Trina smiled. Of course, he’d been all
over her. His scent would naturally be on her.
She inhaled and felt a rush of goose bumps over her skin.
Her breath hitched as her body remembered the hard thrust of his body. She
scuffed her hands over her arms in a futile attempt to banish the desire
burning inside and then lifted her nose to the air to catch Wyatt’s scent.
There. Trina expanded her senses and caught a whiff
of the rest of the clan. They’d congregated not too far away. Pulling in a
breath and warning her libido against getting sidetracked, she headed in that