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  Alaskan Tigers Box Set Volume One

  Books One - Five

  Marissa Dobson

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  Tiger Time

  Copyright ©2012, 2016, 2019 Marissa Dobson

  The Tiger’s Heart

  Copyright ©2013, 2016, 2019 Marissa Dobson

  Tigress for Two

  Copyright ©2013, 2016, 2019 Marissa Dobson

  Night with a Tiger

  Copyright ©2013, 2016, 2019 Marissa Dobson

  Trusting a Tiger

  Copyright ©2013, 2016, 2019 Marissa Dobson

  Alaskan Tigers Box Set Volume One

  Copyright ©2016, 2019 Marissa Dobson

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to actual person—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Tiger Time

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  The Tiger’s Heart

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Tigress for Two

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Night with a Tiger

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Trusting A Tiger

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Preview: Jinx’s Mate

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  About the Author

  Also by Marissa Dobson

  To Thomas—my wonderful husband who’s been supportive through everything. He’s put up with my late night writing sessions, cooked dinner, over all he’s been wonderful. Thank you Thomas.

  To my sister Jenifer who loves tigers as much as I do. She inspired me to write the Alaskan Tigers.

  To my readers who love the Alaskan Tigers as much as I enjoy writing them. Enjoy this newest adventure to Alaska.

  Tiger Time

  Alaskan Tigers: Book One

  Tabitha Leigh has no idea her mundane life is about to change. Every day she gets up, goes to work, comes home—an average, almost drab existence. Lately she’s been getting sick, and she can’t figure out why. As fever and fatigue consume her, she has no idea she’s being followed—and danger stalks her every step.

  The Alpha of the Alaskan Tigers, Ty Reynolds, has been watching her from a distance to see if she will go through the change. When she finally does, he sees more in her than just the future of their kind. Now that she is embracing her tiger side, he must tell her she is the Queen of the Tigers—and she has a bounty on her head.

  Tabitha must be protected at all costs, she must embrace her future and her mate. If she doesn’t, it will mean the end of everything she’s come to know and never realized she needed.

  Chapter One

  Tabitha Leigh staggered up the steps to her cramped studio apartment. A plain white envelope was taped to her door, piquing her interest, but she was too exhausted and sore to care. Licking her dry lips, she realized the fever had taken a toll on her body, last she’d checked it was a hundred and one. Her weak muscles barely carried her up the steps.

  Despite this, she couldn’t sleep. Night after night, she lay in bed glaring at the ceiling, her thoughts filled with visions of a far off place. Deep inside she felt a desire to leave, to start over somewhere new. When she thought about where she wanted
to go, the only place she could picture herself living was Alaska. Odd, since she hated cold weather and snow more than anything else. Beside her bed hung a beautiful picture of Alaska with the aurora borealis lighting up the sky. It was the last thing she saw before going to sleep at night. Her coffee table was littered with brochures and Alaskan travel books.

  She grabbed the envelope from her door, planning to toss it on the table to deal with later, but the moment her hand wrapped around it, she felt lighter somehow—calmer.

  That’s insane.

  The steaming hot bath she longed for could wait a few minutes. Plopping down on the sofa, she tore open the envelope. The stationary was soft, yet heavy. As she unfolded the page, the masculine scent of cologne assuaged her, rich and fragrant. Not from the landlord then.

  Dear Tabitha,

  I was a friend of your father’s and I need to speak to you immediately.

  Please meet me at Tony’s Bar & Grill tomorrow night at seven o’clock.

  It’s important.

  Sincerely,

  Ty

  A number of questions ran through her head. Had he really known her father? Maybe he could tell her about her parents and why she’d been left in the state’s care.

  Even if Ty answers some of my questions, I don’t know him or what he really wants.

  Foster homes had made her cautious of others. It was hard to make friends when all she’d been surrounded with were people who were out for themselves.

  She wouldn’t go. She wasn’t much of a risk-taker, and this was too big of a risk. As she laid aside the letter and went to take a bath, her brain told her she was doing the right thing.

  But her heart wanted answers.

  Relaxing in the blistering hot water with lavender bath salts and a touch of vanilla normally eased the tension from her body. Tonight it did nothing to ease the tension in her muscles. The letter bugged her. She cursed its timing. Why now, when she was at her worst? This sickness was awful. She didn’t want to be bothered by anyone, least of all a stranger who might have known her family. The exhaustion in her body gave way to a miserable depression that took hold of her heart and wouldn’t let go. She had so much darkness in her past, and she wanted answers. But now?

  “What shitty timing,” she mumbled, sinking into the water until her chin touched the surface of the foamy soap.

  Saying he was a friend of her father’s wasn’t something that would make her want to meet him. She knew next to nothing about her parents. They could have been murderers for all she knew.

  No, they weren’t murderers. The caseworker said her parents died in a car accident when she was a year old. Not that she remembered any of it. Thanks to a very nice police officer, she had a picture of her parents that had been taken a month before the accident. It was the only treasure she had from her family as she moved from foster home to foster home. Even now, she kept it next to her bed.

  A year ago, on her eighteenth birthday, she aged out of the system. Her caseworker, Bev, handed her five hundred dollars and told her to leave. The only constant in her life until that point was suddenly gone. Bev had only been doing her job and now with it done, it was time for her to move on. There was certainly another child ready to take her place.

  Tabitha dunked her head under the water as the memory of how exciting and scary that time had been came flooding back. All her life she had been tossed from home to home like some unwanted pet and she hated every minute of it. Until the day she was told to leave, and she had nowhere to go. Trying to save every dollar she could, she ended up in a fleabag motel, scared and alone. The worst part was not being able to find a job. It was an endless cycle. No one would hire her without an address, and she couldn’t get an apartment without a job.

  She had been desperate when a little mom-and-pop family restaurant hired her to clean tables and wash dishes. She didn’t care what kind of work she did as long as it kept a roof over her head. The day after she was hired, she found a little rundown apartment two blocks from work. Thanks to Alice, her best friend and fellow foster child who lived in the building, she was able to rent it without a deposit. It wasn’t much—only a studio—but it came furnished. The day she moved in, she had nothing but a suitcase full of clothes.

  Alice had aged out of the foster care system a little more than a year before, and she suggested living across the hall from each other would provide a sense of security. Their bond was strong, but Alice was preoccupied with her boyfriend, and only had time for Tabitha when Mike wasn’t around. For the first time since they’d become friends, there was distance between them, and Tabitha worried about Alice all the time. She couldn’t help it. Both women were troubled and had their own unique issues, but Alice’s worst downfall was that she always chose the wrong men.

  Tabitha thought again about the letter. She and Alice often mused on how they wished they could learn something about their families, about where they came from. Now Tabitha had a chance. Whoever this Ty person was, he knew something about her origin.

  I don’t know what to do. She sighed heavily, torn by indecision.

  The bubbles were gone and the water grew cold. Tabitha wasn’t sure how long she’d been lost in her memories, but it was time to move on. Grabbing a towel off the rack, she wondered if she would ever find her place in the world.

  What is my purpose? Why Alaska?

  Chapter Two

  Tabitha woke when the sun shining between the curtains hit her eyes. The bedside clock showed it was just before six in the morning. Three hours of sleep—not much to the normal person, but she was grateful for any sleep at all. Maybe taking it easy would help her get over the flu or whatever she had. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on in the condition she was in. She was constantly tired and her body ached all over. She struggled through the days, exhausted, but laid in bed unable to sleep.

  Unlike most people, she wasn’t a coffee drinker in the morning. She preferred a cold glass of ice tea to push away the fog of sleep. The bed was only ten steps from the refrigerator, not far to go, but she didn’t make it before someone began pounding on her door. Whoever it was would put a wrench in her plans for the day. It was too early for a social call, so it must mean something had happened or was about to.

  “Tabitha, are you in there? Please, I need your help. Open up.”

  “Alice, what’s…?”

  As she yanked open the door, Alice fell into Tabitha’s apartment and landed on the floor with a loud thud. Covered in blood, her face was marred with black and blue bruises. Her short brown hair looked black from blood.

  Tabitha stood back, appalled, bile rising in her throat.

  How could someone do this to another person?

  Her hands trembled in anger as she examined Alice. She wanted to comfort her, but she couldn’t see an unmarked spot where she could put her hands.

  “I took your advice and told him I’m pregnant.” She let out a pitiful sob before she could go on. “He beat the crap out of me and told me it couldn’t be his. He doesn’t have any children. None of his other girls got pregnant, so I must have cheated.”

  Tabitha listened to Alice ramble on as she grabbed her cell phone off the stand by the sofa. The phone was the only luxury she could afford. It was an expensive thing to keep up, but walking home late at night by herself in Pittsburgh—she needed it just in case. Tabitha dialed 911, hoping an ambulance could get there in time to save Alice and the baby, and maybe the police could arrest the creep.

  “What’s your emergency?”

  Tabitha wished there was something she could do for Alice, but the only thing she could give her was comfort as she gently wrapped her arms around her. “My friend is in real bad shape. We need an ambulance. She’s pregnant, and I think she might be having a miscarriage. She was beaten badly.”

  “What’s your location?”

  “Fifty-fifty East Liberty Street, apartment three on the second floor.” She gulped, forcing the words out, panic rising in her chest.

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