Saturday, July 30, 2011

In Their Sights by S. Michael

In Their Sights

by S. Michael
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-655-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters
Length: Novella
Page Count: 69

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Blurb:

Lindsay and Tony are on a mission. They're looking for the litter-mates who were stolen from their pack when they were young, and they have their sights set on Drake, nightshift DJ. They're pretty sure he's one of their missing pack mates. There's only one snag. Drake doesn't even know he's a shifter, let alone that he's been stolen from anywhere.
Will Lindsay and Tony be able to convince Drake he's not just a shifter but their shifter? And will they be able to do it before the men who stole the kits in the first place catch up with them?
Excerpt:
In Their Sights
S. Michael
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Copyright ©2011 S. Michael

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"This is Big D saying goodnight to all my night owls. Keep it tuned to WKXY 900 for your two-hour block of music starting with a British Invasion. Beatles through Sex Pistols just for you."
Drake Banners hit the switch for the digital mix he'd put together that would run until the morning crew showed up at five a.m. and turned off his mic. He stood and stretched, started walking out the kinks of being stuck in the cramped quarters of the DJ booth.
It was quiet as he made his way to the break room to pick up his jacket and helmet. It was one of the things he liked about working this shift -- by about 9 p.m. he was on his own for the rest of the night. He grabbed his stuff and headed out into the night. It was a nice one, the air still warm from the day's sun, even now.
He bypassed his bike, making sure it was where he'd left it, and headed down the block to the Raven and Lamb pub for a quiet drink.
The club was quiet, mostly empty, the bartender raising one hand in greeting. "D! You want Jack and Coke?"
"You know I do." He grinned and sat down at the end of the bar, pulling a twenty out of his wallet.
Lacey brought the drink over, grinned at him. "Good show tonight, man. I enjoyed it."
"Thanks, Lacey." He traded her the twenty for the drink. "Keep the change."
"You're a doll-baby." She leaned over the bar, kissed his cheek, gave him a look at that cleavage.
"Don't let it get around." He gave her a wink and enjoyed the view.
The bar door opened, and Lacey stopped, stared. "Wow. New blood."
He looked. Wow was right. Two lithe blonds -- one a lean, pointed-chin man, the other a buxom, curvy woman, both emanating pure sex. His prick jerked in admiration, and Drake had to bite back a groan, his attraction immediate.
Forget it, he told himself. They were so obviously together a blind man could have seen it.
They settled, two stools down, the woman closest to him. God, they smelled... so good.
He wanted to push them up against the wall and take their mouths, one and then the other.
Shit, he needed to get laid.
Lacey bounced over, eyes on the guy, ignoring the woman altogether. "What can I get you?"
"White wine for me, Guinness for him."
The woman had a lovely voice. Husky and sweet, it settled right in Drake's belly. He wondered what she sounded like in the throes of orgasm. He wondered what the man sounded like, too.
Drake shook his head and took a big swig of his drink. He had to get it together; he didn't usually go off like this on total strangers. Although it did happen, now and again. His cock wasn't helping with the "get it together" plan. Every movement the man and woman made went right to his balls.
He waved Lacey over. "I need another. Make it a double."
"Put it on my bill, please." The lady looked over at him, smiled. "I'm Lindsay."
He nodded. "Thanks. Drake."
"This is Tony." She gave him a smile, slow and sensual, sexual as fuck.
He returned the smile, his cock harder than fucking nails. "Nice to meet you both." He made sure to include Tony in that.
She held out one hand to shake, the motion languid and lazy.
Fuck. He barely trusted himself to reach out and only shake her hand. He managed it, though, his hand going out, engulfing hers.
"Mmm..." A jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot up along his arm. He moved over so he was sitting next to her.
Lacey finally brought over his drink and he muttered out a, "Thanks," eyes still on the intriguing Lindsay.
Her hair was long, sleek, curling over her shoulders, over her breasts. The man with her was equally as blond, his pointed chin making Drake want to lick it.
Drake licked his own lips. He didn't know what was the matter with him; he wanted them both. Which was crazy -- it looked like they were together, so why did he get the feeling they were cruising him?
He shook his head and had some of his drink.
"So, is there a good place to get a nice, rare steak around here, man?" The guy -- Tony -- asked.
"Sure. Not at three in the morning, though."
Tony's voice was deeper than Lindsay's, but it still poured through Drake and pooled in his gut.
"I've got a pretty mean hand with the grill, though." Of course if Drake had these two back at his place, steak would be the last thing on his mind.
"Yeah? There's a twenty-four hour grocery store close by, I saw it."
"I have steak in the fridge." He wasn't one of those fru-fru vegetarian types. He liked his meat. "And steak sauce." Was he really inviting both of them back to his place?
Lindsay sipped her wine, beautiful green eyes meeting his. "I have enough for all three of us," he added, just to be sure they were on the same page; that he was reading the situation correctly.
"You definitely have enough for the two of us." God, listen to that man growl.
It was that growl that tipped him. If he didn't get out of here soon, he was going to take them both right over the bar. "Then let's go."
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