Sunday, December 11, 2011

Hellhound Detective Agency: I Won't Be Gentle by Leona Grey

Hellhound Detective Agency: I Won't Be Gentle
by Leona Grey

Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-700-0
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Hellhound Detective Agency
Length: Novella
Page Count: 31

Althea doesn't want to infiltrate a coven with Xander for a partner. The beautiful, dangerous, wounded warrior makes her hungry but he's never shown an interest in her. But maybe while they look for the traitors within one of the largest local covens she can find a way past his cool, contained mask and find the vital man beneath. If not, well it's probably time to move on.
When Lysander finds out he is going on a mission with the one woman who has always stirred him up inside, he realizes he can't wait any longer to show her how he feels. No holding back, he won't be gentle. And gods help the coven of witches that try to get in his way.
Hellhound Detective Agency: I Won't Be Gentle
Leona Grey
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Copyright ©2011 Leona Grey

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Xander's voice. She hid the box under her bed and stepped away from it like a naughty child.
"What?" she asked, sounding less than civil.
"I thought we should discuss our plan. May I come in?"
No way in hell was he coming into the room where she'd just been fantasizing about him. "We already 'discussed' it, remember?"
There was a pause. "I realize, perhaps, I wasn't listening very well." What was this? Humility? That could only make him sexier. "So, may I come in?"
"No, I'll meet you outside in a few minutes."
"I'll be waiting."
Hearing those words made her shiver, even though he meant it in an innocent way. It would be pointless to wear the necklace and have a conversation with him. With the kind of lust he inspired, it would be used up before they finished talking. He was maddening, all cold civility one minute and wicked temper the next. She never had been able to control her reaction to him, just cover it with a facade of coolness. But surely since she'd just had an orgasm she would be able to keep from jumping his bones for a few minutes.
He was waiting for her just like he said he'd be. Bits of his hair curled with sweat. Maybe he'd had to work out some of his anger in the gym after their earlier talk. It was satisfying to think she'd aroused strong emotions in him, too.
"You want to have an actual conversation this time?" Her cool exterior was holding up pretty well considering she could smell his natural scent of forest and green things, and it was making her want to lick his skin.
His eyes narrowed a bit. "I think we can both be civil. I still don't like the fact that you would be so outnumbered, but I can see the logic in it."
"You forget you would be just as outnumbered, and it's much more likely they would be coming after you since you'll be drawing their attention. All I have to do is wander around and pay attention while acting harmless. I'm pretty good at that. We're lucky this is a very commercial coven. They won't want any bad press."
"They also won't like the idea of being spied on. My having a communication device will be expected. You should keep yours turned off and hidden. Only use it if you must. Otherwise, let's agree to meet back at Headquarters by six."
"Yes, sir," she said with a mock salute. His brows and the corners of his mouth drew down. "Oh, c'mon. It was just a joke. Don't get your panties in a twist."
After a few seconds, he smiled a little. She almost hated to see the stern look go. It was pretty hot. She could see him wearing just such a look while ordering her to bend over, lifting her skirt... Damn, she needed to get laid, and not just because it was her time of the season.
Truthfully, there'd been a few men she'd considered sleeping with, but when it came down to it she just couldn't see them taking charge the way she sometimes needed. So she simply hadn't bothered. Now her seasonal times were getting progressively worse.
A hand waved in front of her face and she frowned.
"Fantasizing about me?" Xander asked. Her frown deepened. "It was just a joke. Don't get your panties in a twist."
"I don't wear panties." She totally hadn't meant to say that, but it was worth it to see the look on his face. Oh, yeah, making such a cool character uncomfortable was fun. She grinned at him. "You were saying?"
He cleared his throat and shook his head. "You're evil, woman. You know that?"
She shrugged easily. "It's part of my charm."
"Indeed." There was something in his eyes that made her think he actually meant it, too.

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