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

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Blurb:

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.

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Hellhound Detective Agency: I Won't Be Gentle
Leona Grey
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Copyright ©2011 Leona Grey

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"Thea?"
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.
Riiiiiiiiight.
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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Hellhound Detective Agency: Relentless by BJ McCall

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Hellhound Detective Agency: Relentless
by B.J. McCall

Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-708-6
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Hellhound Detective Agency
Length: Novella
Page Count: 44

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Blurb:

Hellhound Haydn North is hired by Ridax Pharmaceuticals to track down stolen vials of its new heart drug which has an unexpected side effect. Stolen by a lab tech, the aphrodisiac is now on the streets being sold under the name of Raptus.
Private procurer Kartinka Kruse is hired by a wealthy client to acquire the vials of Raptus only to find Haydn is on the case. This isn't the first time she and the Hellhound have crossed paths.
Haydn has been romancing Kartinka for months and his relentless pursuit is wearing her down a kiss at a time, but alpha male Hellhounds like to lead and Kartinka doesn't like to follow. Haydn's hunt for his alpha mate is over. All he has to do is convince Kartinka she's his perfect mate.

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Hellhound Detective Agency: Relentless
B.J. McCall
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Kartinka slid the key into the lock. Having the Hellhounds after the Raptus made her job more difficult. Once they got onto a scent Hellhounds were relentless.
An unexpected rush of cool air, blaring car horns and wailing sirens alerted her. She'd secured the balcony doors of her apartment before leaving to meet Masters.
Kartinka pulled her handgun out of her purse and chambered a round before stepping inside. Her gaze swept her living room, the kitchen and dining area, then focused on the open balcony doors. Her heart leapt into her throat. A man stood in the shadows, his tall frame outlined by the lighted city skyline beyond.
Her footsteps silenced by the thick carpet, Kartinka crossed the room.
The intruder was dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and dark pants. The width of his shoulders and the long, black hair hanging halfway down his back was a dead giveaway. Only one thing would bring her most fierce competitor, the only man capable of turning her heart inside out, into her home tonight. Haydn North was after the vials of Raptus. It wasn't the first time they'd both pursued the same prize.
He turned and leaned against the solid wall of the balcony. "Tinka." Whenever he called her Tinka, she felt vulnerable and wanting, a woman needing the solace of a man's arms, instead of Kartinka Kruse, acquirer extraordinaire.
"Haydn."
He stared down the barrel of her weapon. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
Even though she deliberately kept her business and travel plans private, Haydn had a habit of showing up in the same city. She'd accepted his invitations to dinner and joined him for moonlight strolls. He'd pick her up at her hotel room, flowers and gifts in hand.
Kartinka was attracted to his looks and rugged masculinity, but he was a Hellhound. Alpha males like to lead, and Kartinka wasn't a great follower. Hellhounds demanded loyalty, and she'd been on her own far too long.
So far she'd resisted his seductive overtures, but the man was wearing her down a kiss and a present at a time. This was the first time he'd shown up at her apartment.
Kartinka lowered her weapon. "What are you doing here?"
"I missed you, Tinka."
Rich and compelling, his voice enticed her. She stepped onto the balcony. "How did you get in?"
"You should rethink your choice of locks."
"You picked the lock. Perhaps you should have waited for an invitation."
"Perhaps. Hellhounds by nature are more persistent than patient."
She'd ignored him and rebuffed him, but his relentless pursuit of her had intrigued Kartinka.
"I've been thinking about you," he said. "About us."
"What about us?"
"You're mine, Tinka."
A frisson of pure heat slid through her.
His gaze, burning and intense, slid over her, from head to toe and back again. "You look amazing."
To blend in with the hotel's upscale clientele, Kartinka had chosen a fashionable jacket, form-fitting skirt and heels for her meeting with Masters. She'd left Masters and visited Lester Potts' studio apartment. The place had been trashed, and there was no sign of the lab tech. She'd stopped by a few clubs. Bartenders and bouncers knew their clientele -- who was selling and who was buying product. Kartinka had shown Lester's photo around. Nobody recognized him.
Everybody wanted Raptus, but no one had a source for the product that had hit the scene like a tsunami, then disappeared.
"Your timing is questionable, Haydn."
"You're after the Raptus," he said, pushing off the railing.
"Not the first time we've had a conflict of interest."
"True, but we can resolve that problem in the morning. I want you, Tinka, and I refuse to wait another second to have you."
Bless the stars!
Her brain told her to throw him out and ignore his overtures until she obtained the vials, but his alpha male confidence made her cream. She craved him like a powerful drug.
For months, Kartinka had suffered from the raw need he evoked. Just being in the same room with him made her senses spark. Why did he have to show up tonight of all nights to tempt her when Masters had offered her such a lucrative deal?
"You knew our time would come," he said.
She wanted him. She feared she loved him, but her mind swirled with doubts. Was his arrival tonight merely a distraction while another Hellhound ran Lester Potts to ground?
"This isn't a good idea," she said.
"You're wrong," he said, stepping toward her.
"Not tonight."
He cupped her face in his hands. "We are a very good idea. Be my partner, Tinka."
"I've accepted the assignment."
He lowered his head. "Kiss me, Tinka."
His lips covered hers, demanding and hungry. Kartinka answered in kind. Each time Haydn kissed her, her feelings for him swelled, erupting in a million tiny explosions she couldn't explain or deny.
Her skin heated, burning in the cool night air. Her heart rate increased, and her heart thumped in excitement. The noise of the city, the blaring horns and sirens, was hushed by the sound of her blood roaring in her ears. He wrapped his arms around her, held her tight and deepened the kiss.
Her senses reeled, doubt fading and resistance ebbing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, with the flick of her thumb, set the safety on her weapon. Seeking his heat and his strength, Kartinka pressed her body to his, molding her breasts to his chest, her pelvis to his.
Need coiled, tight and hot, deep in her belly.
His hand slid down her back, over her hip to her ass. He squeezed and kneaded.
She rolled her hips, pushing her pelvis against his, rubbing her mons to the firm ridge of his erection.
A groan tearing from his throat, he fisted her hair and pulled her head back. His eyes glittered. "Tonight is the night."
Fire flashed through Kartinka, heating her blood to a boil. She responded to Haydn's strength, his alpha male allure. She'd seen him in action when a bunch of young thugs were beating the crap out of a skinny kid in an alley. Muscles bunched and fists flying, Haydn had dealt with the bullies. Busted lip and blood all over his shirt, he'd never looked sexier. But when he'd taken the kid to the emergency room, signed to cover the medical expenses and waited for hours because the kid's mother couldn't be located until after all the nightclubs closed, Kartinka had fallen for him.
They'd said goodbye at sunrise, and she hadn't seen him in twenty-six days. Not that she was counting. Damn him for showing up tonight...

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Hellhound Detective Agency: Hell Hath No Fury by Anne Kane

Hellhound Detective Agency: Hell Hath No Fury

by Anne Kane Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-672-0

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Theme(s): Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Magic

Series: Hellhound Detective Agency

Length: Novella

Page Count: 45

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Blurb:
If there was one thing guaranteed to piss off Fury, it was a man who didn't know how to treat a woman. One that actually hurt them on purpose, well, they'd better hope she managed to rein in her inner Hellhound when she came calling.
Women had been disappearing for months now, the kind of women that no one really cared about. Later, they'd turn up dead, and they didn't get that way easy. Then the killer made a mistake. The woman he'd been torturing escaped before he finished her off, and she called in the Hellhounds.
Now, the suspect is hiding behind a web of tech and Fury needs the help of a Tech Wizard to help to run him to ground. Axe finally gets the chance to prove that a werewolf-Hellhound cross is just what she needs for more than just work.
Excerpt:
Hellhound Detective Agency: Hell Hath No Fury
Anne Kane
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Copyright ©2011 Anne Kane

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Yurik stumbled to a halt in front of the store, his lungs burning as he sucked in huge gulps of air. In the distance, the eerie baying of the Hellhound sent shivers of horror down his spine. She was getting closer, and nothing he'd done had shaken her from his trail. He was running out options.
Hellhounds didn't just decide to chase someone, they had to be pointed at you, and he knew who was responsible for his current predicament. Kali. She'd been so young and so deliciously innocent when he'd acquired her from her makeshift shelter in the alley. That high-pitched note of terror in her voice every night when he'd unlocked her cage to play with her had thrilled him during the endless days of her captivity. And then she'd escaped.
He couldn't believe that after all he'd done to her, she still had enough nerve to get up and run when he'd forgotten to lock her cage. If he ever got his hands on that bitch again, she'd wish she'd never been born. Now there was a Hellhound on his trail, and he had just one card left to play.
He pushed opened the door and stepped inside.
* * *
Fury pointed her nose to the sky, letting out a howl of sheer frustration. She'd been so close she could taste the perverted scumbag's fear in the very air she breathed, and now he was gone. He'd resorted to Tech Magic to cover his tracks, and that was the one thing guaranteed to drive her crazy. Only inferiors resorted to Tech.
An unfortunate rat dashed across the road in front of her, and pent-up aggression sent her pouncing on it. Her jaws snapping shut around its neck, she tore the rodent to bloody shreds before it even had time to register the danger.
Blood dripping from her muzzle, she sat back on her haunches and considered her options. This guy needed taken down quickly, before he zeroed in on his next victim. Scum like this never quit so long as they were alive. She flicked her tongue out to catch a red drop of blood.
Much as it pained her to admit it, she needed a Tech Wizard. She was proud of being a full-blooded Hellhound, able to track any prey using her own raw talent honed by Agency training. When a perp resorted to lowly Tech to avoid her, it meant she had to call in one of the Tech Wizards that the Hellhound Detective Agency kept on staff for just such occasions.
She got to her feet and started loping back toward the Agency. Might as well get it over with. A small flutter of anticipation warmed her belly, although she refused to acknowledge it. Axe was the best Tech Wizard at the Agency, so of course she'd do whatever it took to get him to cooperate.
* * *
Axe made an effort to mask his amusement, studying the cluttered top of his desk to avoid looking at her. No point in pissing off the Hellhound before he found out exactly what she was up to. He'd been trying unsuccessfully to get her to agree to go out with him since he'd first set eyes on her two years ago. She'd frozen him in his tracks with one look from those amazing eyes of hers, making no attempt to hide her distain for creatures with less than full Hellhound blood. So why was she suddenly in his office, engaging in idle chitchat?
"That new club over on Seventh is really drawing in the crowds." Fury leaned against the wall, ignoring the other chair. Axe knew she did it deliberately so that her head was positioned higher than his. Dominance games were as much a part of Hellhound DNA as breathing.
Axe tipped his leather office chair back, resting his feet on the paper-covered surface of his desk in a move calculated to show his disregard for the game. He might not be full Hellhound, but werewolves were playing these games long before the gates of Hell were opened. "Looks like a decent place. I haven't gotten around to checking it out yet."
Fury straightened up and sauntered over to the window, turning her back toward him. "We could go grab a beer after work. If you want."
He couldn't help it. His eyebrows shot skyward with the speed of light. "I want, but I'm a tad confused here. I thought you considered me to be slightly more obnoxious than the common cockroach."
She turned to face him, a sexy smile curving the corner of her mouth. "I wouldn't go that far. And I've reconsidered." Her gaze swept him from head to toe with the speed of a tornado. "You have certain... admirable qualities."
Axe grinned. She was good. He had to give her that. "I think I smell a conniving Hellhound. You want something, and you think I'll be dumb enough to give it to you just because you smile and wag your tail in my face?"
"Am I wrong?" She slipped her tongue out to trace a wet circle around her lips.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Depends what you want." Axe hauled himself to his feet and held out his hand in a mock courtly gesture. "Care to enlighten me over a glass of beer at the aforementioned establishment?"
Fury's eyes sparkled with mischief as she hooked her arm through his. "Delighted to. You're not quite the pushover I imagined."
"Thanks. I think." He slanted a quizzical look at her. "You honestly thought a werewolf-Hellhound cross could be a pushover?"
She shrugged. "The werewolf genes dilute the Hellhound blood."
Axe laughed. She had no clue how utterly ruthless and bloodthirsty a werewolf could be. Hellhounds were basically big scary dogs. Sure, they had supernatural talents, but they were still just dogs. Werewolves might appear to be more civilized, but only to those who didn't know them. She'd learn. And he was just the werewolf to teach her.

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