Kolleen Bookey
About the book
In the Shadow of the Tiger
A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller | Book Two of The Fighters Series
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The world after the Shift has learned how to hunt.
And some predators don’t need claws to kill.
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Riley Collins survived the impossible once. Now she’s being stalked—not just by a man, but by a presence that moves with patience, precision, and intent. The Tiger isn’t a myth. It’s a symbol of power, control, and the moment prey realizes it’s already been chosen.
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Raeburn has stepped out of the ruins and into command. Brilliant, brutal, and obsessed, he studies Riley the way a predator studies its prey—testing her limits, cutting off escape, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He doesn’t want her dead.
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He wants her under his shadow.
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As territories harden and alliances fracture, the Fighters close ranks around Riley. Jack Colton knows men like Raeburn—hunters who enjoy the chase more than the kill. But this enemy plays a longer game, one built on fear, leverage, and the people Riley loves most.
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The visions that once guided Riley are changing—sharpening, darkening—forcing her to confront a truth she can no longer avoid: survival may require becoming something just as dangerous as what’s hunting her.
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In the Shadow of the Tiger is a relentless post-apocalyptic thriller about obsession, power, and the thin line between hunter and hunted—where mercy is weakness, control is everything, and the shadows are never empty.
COMING SOON
Book Two of the Fighters Series
Inside the Book
Dragon prowled the edges of the room like a caged beast, muscles taut beneath blood-streaked fabric. The scent of drying blood clung to him—his own and others’. Every breath was a razor’s edge of fury and control.
He hadn’t been ordered here. No one had dragged him through the door. He had gone back—slipped past tight security, begged Raeburn to let him stay. His apology was raw and calculated, a desperate act of contrition that barely masked the storm inside. Regret gnawed at him, sharp and relentless—a reminder of every failure, every loss that led him to this moment.
But regret alone wouldn’t save those trapped inside.
Raeburn was a monster who twisted lives like puppets, wielding fear and betrayal as weapons. Dragon despised him for his cruelty, his ruthless disregard for honor or fairness.
Mercy was a language Dragon no longer spoke. Hesitation was a ghost from a past life.
The harsh light caught the angles of his face—sharp jawline dusted with stubble, dark eyes flickering with hard intelligence and something far darker, like a flame barely contained. His thick black hair fell carelessly over his forehead, framing a look that was as much danger as it was magnetic—a bad boy who’d lived too hard and loved too little.
This wasn’t a game. It was a war fought in shadows and blood. And Dragon was ready—cold, patient, lethal, and unforgiving. The long game belonged to him. No matter the cost.
