ISBN: 978-1-60521-147-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: The Firm 2
Length: Novella
Blurb:
Killian Lionheart is tired. Late nights at his family's law firm have exhausted him. What little energy he might have at the end of the workweek is depleted by the constant family gatherings. After one too many evenings spent with the family, he decides enough is enough. One evening away from family is all that he wants. That evening at a bar downtown he spots a sultry, golden beauty at the bar and knows he has to have her. Even if she is a working girl.
Someone has been preying on call girls, and Tahlia Roberts, an undercover cop, is determined to catch San Francisco's most dangerous killer. While on the hunt, she meets a handsome, charming man, one she is not sure she can trust. With her heart or body. But there is something about him that calls to her, asks her to trust in love.
Excerpt:
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Killian Lionheart had never picked up a woman in a bar before, but he was seriously considering it. Delilah was hot, sassy, and so damned tempting he was thinking about accepting the offer that shone in her mahogany gaze.
Then again the attraction might be the result of his self-imposed celibacy. His brothers were dropping like flies, getting hitched one after another. Keegan, the latest brother to say "I do," was the one that really got him thinking. Keegan was the epitome of a fun-loving playboy, going from one woman to the next with barely a breath in between. Now he was happily married to one of the partners at the family firm.
Killian couldn't shake the feeling he was next.
It didn't help that his father kept smirking at him. That alone was enough to put Killian on the defensive. Like those before him, his father, Lionel Lionheart, was blessed with the ability to shift into a golden lion. He also had the ability to see into the future. So when his father went around smiling, and God forbid, even winking at him, Killian figured he had reason to worry.
So he'd stopped dating or, more specifically, stopped sleeping with anyone.
Cold turkey.
Not the most comfortable thing ever. Actually, it was probably the most difficult thing he'd done in his life, but Killian wasn't ready for marriage. Despite the machinations of his overbearing family.
Lately, his father and sisters-in-law had been making it quite clear that they wanted him to find the woman he would mate with, and that they were not opposed to helping him with his search.
The whole situation would have been humorous if it wasn't happening to him. Despite his protests and determined efforts to evade them, his newly acquired sisters liked to spring attractive, single women at him at the drop of a hat. He feared going to any family function now because he knew he was going to be left alone with some unattached friend simply so his brothers' wives could attend another wedding. His wedding.
The only thing that made the situation remotely bearable was the fact that he wasn't the only brother hiding from them.
The Lionheart curse worked so that once a Lionheart found and bedded his mate, he had a year to bind her to him. If he didn't convince her within that time, he was doomed to impotency until her death.
Killian figured if he never slept with his mate, he had nothing to worry about.
Months had passed since he'd made his decision. His natural desires were gnawing on him, coaxing him to break his vow. It didn't help matters that Delilah was the sexiest woman he'd seen in years.
Just looking into Delilah's eyes made Killian's cock twitch with anticipation. He was hard pressed to ignore the attraction between them. He didn't think he could walk away from her, go home, and take matters into his own hands.
Masturbation could not appease the burn Delilah's presence ignited. He wanted her fiercely. So he took a chance. "How about meeting me tonight for dinner?"
She gave him a slow, sultry smirk that heated his blood. In her eyes he could see a thousand wicked promises. Her tongue, bright pink and wet, swept across her bottom lip. Simple and unconscious as the move was, it was the most devastating thing she could have done at the moment. His fingers tightened into a fist as the need threatened to overtake his senses.
She lifted her gaze and held his. "Tonight?" she asked, eyes wide. "That's fast."
"When I know what I want, I go after it."
"Well, tonight is out of the question." She turned and looked over her shoulder. "That's my date." She stood and walked from the bar. He watched her go, feeling as though he'd been cheated out of a life altering experience. It was foolish and even a little juvenile to think that she was someone that special to him when he'd just met her, but he couldn't stop the thought. She was halfway to the dark man standing in the middle of the bar when he turned away. He couldn't watch her enter another man's embrace.
He caught the bartender's gaze and held up his empty glass, silently asking for another drink. A drink, maybe two more, and he would go home to the coldness of his empty bed. As he watched the bartender make his drink he considered staying a little longer and drinking a lot more. There was nothing alluring about going home to an empty house, and he still burned with the heat from Delilah's skin. Staying longer and having enough alcohol to erode both feelings was an incredibly attractive thought. He was wavering between going home early and sleeping, or staying out late and getting drunk with his brothers when a soft, confident hand landed on his shoulder.
"There's always tomorrow night, or the night after." Warm and sultry, Delilah's voice caressed the shell of his ear. Surprised, he glanced behind him and was caught in the grip of her heated, espresso gaze. She licked her bottom lip and his greedy eyes dropped to devour the sight. The need to follow the glossy trail her tongue left behind with his own was instant and demanding. And that was before she parted her beautiful lips and spoke. "Call," she simply said and handed him a small slip of paper. Their fingers brushed against one another and a current of pleasure jolted through him, searing his nerve endings.
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