“I never would have pegged you for a cat person,
Brandilynn.”
The amused voice cut through my quieting emotions. In an
instant Gerald and I were on our feet, alerted predators ready to take on
whoever had dared to encroach on our territory.
I relaxed with an inward groan as I recognized the
interloper. Levi Ward. Great. As if things weren’t screwy enough, I’d been
caught banging Gerald by the werewolf federal agent who also had the hots for
me.
I self-consciously covered my naughty bits with my arms. I
tried to hide my discomfort by glaring in defiance at Levi. “What are you doing
here, Bane?”
Our intruder identified, Gerald eased up and adjusted his
clothing. His had come through our amorous encounter in dirty but otherwise
decent shape. He eyed Levi with overt warning. The men had never met, but
Gerald knew the story.
I delighted in Levi’s scowl. I’d called him Bane. He hated
the name he’d been given when working undercover with a criminal motorcycle
gang. I use it every time he ticked me off.
Levi Ward ticked me off quite often.
His golden gaze turned to Gerald, sizing him up. Levi was
almost as muscled and every bit as handsome as the werepanther. His mouth was
more pronounced, a definite though slight muzzle. His golden-brown eyes were
riveting. His dark hair was shot with gray, the color of his wolf. The way his
black tee shirt stretched across his defined chest would make a nun scream for
strength. Jeans clung lovingly to carved thighs.
Seeing him and Gerald put evil thoughts in my head. My
libido, still enlivened by Gerald’s blood, perked up yet again. I firmly shut
it down. Levi was never, ever on the menu. I made that mistake once and vowed
never to do it again.
Unfortunately Levi was one of those for whom the word ‘no’
translates to ‘maybe if you keep trying’. He looked me up and down with
unconcealed interest as he said, “I came looking for you. Dan Saling sent me.”
“Dan? Try again, dog breath. You can’t see ghosts.” I let go
of my glamour to show off my fangs.
Gerald sighed and picked up the full bottle of BP9 he’d
dropped when I’d jumped him. Most had spilled, but about a quarter of it was
left. He shoved it in my direction. “Don’t provoke her, Wolf Boy.”
Levi frowned at him as I shook my head, indicating I didn’t
need the juice. The agent asked him, “What’s the matter, kitten? Can’t handle
Ms. Payson?”
“I’d say I handled her fine, pup. Now shut up before she
decides to take a bite out of you. I won’t stand in her way for that part, but
you better believe you won’t get a taste of her after she’s done tasting you.”
I didn’t like how this conversation was shaping up for
several reasons. I gave the two shifters angry eyes as I said, “Why don’t you
both settle down? I’m not territory to be marked.”
Levi took a good look at me, this time keeping his gaze
above neck level. For an instant his gold eyes glowed. The shine faded and he
nodded to Gerald in grudging respect. “Don’t provoke. Check.” He drew a deep
breath and addressed me again, his tone a good deal more polite. “Dan relayed
his message through that psychic who hears the dead. Lana?”
That didn’t help my temper one bit. What was Dan thinking,
sending Levi here to see me? He knew how badly things went when I worked on
flying. He knew what situation Levi might stumble on.
Releasing Friday, January 29.
Don't
forget, the first book of the Netherworld series Drop Dead Sexy is available in
ebook format for 99 cents until February 1 at
Amazon, Amazon
UK, Barnes
& Noble, Smashwords,
and All
Romance.
No comments:
Post a Comment